In a Match But Not Stupid

Grief

Papa didn't send money to me and my brother, but he sent it to the wrong person.

Sending it through papa's niece, why would Vina know?

Because, papa called me back then. He said that the money went to my cousin.

I just said, "yes pa." Because I don't know yet, if my cousin doesn't give it to me.

It turned out to be true, not just once he took the money that papa put on him. But several times, and once he gave it to me only 30 thousand, even though the titipkan almost 1jt.

During this time, papa did not not not not remember me and my sister, but his family was the one who kept us away.

Papa's family has been replacing his position as a njai teacher, if he passes in front of the house always singing songs from Rhoma rhythm.

🎶Gali hole close hole, borrow money payables🎶

That's what he always sings, not meaningless, but offending mama, who pays me another minute.

O Allah, you are all-seeing and listening.

Papa's cousin, who when I was a child, told me to go home, he now gets a tough test, his son after a hemorrhage, and he dies.

Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji.

And Allah is fair to his servant, and I do not grieve over the death of the aunt. Especially her son, is my classmate.

But as a proof of the greatness of God, a little shows how his grandson will not be with a complete family, which my sister and I have felt so far.

The mockery for the sake of ridicule, the insults for the sake of insults that were heard for me and my sister.

Merely towards me, really all of you my friends, will not know what it feels like in this position, even though the broken home child out there is not only me.

Friendship is restricted, friends home is prohibited, play house neighbors quickly called.

Until I secretly went to the neighbor's house but my mother still realized that I was not home.

I was angry at that moment,

"Why can't I play anywhere? I also want to be like my other friends" I told my mom.

"They don't have a vin sister, you have one" he replied.

I'm upset, that keeps what I say. "I'm a big man."

"The reason continues, he said finished cleaning up the road, if still not obtained means crazy. But it's forbidden?" I said to sing my lips.

"It's quieter that, at home, vin. I ate there," he said, leaving me.

Actually it is better at home, no one is mocking, no quarrel with friends.

I'm happy with my sister, we've also been given the same bike papa.

My friend whose mother died was 3 brothers, he if at school now like me who is only in the classroom.

I don't know how to talk or remember him I can't, I'm afraid I'm wrong to say. I'm very understanding of someone who lost, let alone left us forever.

I will never see you again, like I was abandoned by my grandmother.

We get close, when we're both in class, we're always chatting.

"No way yes vin, soon we pass," he said looks tough.

I smiled at him, "yes san, I after graduating from school here again, I moved to papa school to the city."

"We'll never see vin again" he said sadly.

I chuckled at her, "We're still alive, and we can still meet."

"Yes, but I'm going to go over vin, '" said Santi

"Yes san's spirit, we're always friends at all times."

Suddenly he hugged me, and cried.

"I wish you could be ustadzah san, haha" I said with a laugh, when my tears were about to fall.

O Allah forgive this servant of yours who is not grateful, that there are still others who feel more sorrow for his loss.

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