Miss To Move Diary

Aku

Today I graduated with very good grades. SMAN 1 Umbrella Country. A school that is very popular with everyone. I'm very lucky to get in here. I am the third of three children. My first brother's a girl, my second brother's a boy.

My first brother, Machel Azkiya Nasyauqi, is engaged and is getting married. My older brother Vhen Aziq is unmarried and a music lecturer.

My two brothers are very close. It's not that I'm not close, it's just that I'm a kid who spends more time alone.

I am very much a hobby of reading. Sometimes like to forget the time to always be reprimanded with mom and dad. How not, from eight o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning I still flirt with my book.

After two weeks of graduating from school, at the home of the arrival of a guest, a Principal. I was offered to teach at one of the Junior Highs in my city. Being an art teacher. I can also learn music. I'm just saying if I can only play 2 instruments, violin and piano. A guitar? just slightly.

From childhood I was taught the violin with my father because I could play some musical instruments. It's just that I'm more interested in violin and piano. I really tried to deepen it.

Back to the initial story.

I tried to turn down the principal's offer on the grounds that I wasn't in college. I don't want to be a teacher myself.

But the principal gave me time to think before I really refused. Because he thinks I'm too hustle to make a decision. And still he expects me to accept his offer.

That night my father and mother called me to ask about a teaching offer.

I tried to explain to my father that I would refuse.

But I haven't been able to express my heart, father has said that he really wants to see me become a teacher. Dad also said I could go to college and teach, and this doesn't mean you can't afford my college. But he still gave me the full right to make a decision.

I was so sorry, my heart couldn't let you down. He smiled at me and told me to rest. Decision I haven't made.

Immediately the face of my father and mother who I loved very much. I have all my stories about them. Until I finally got my hands on it.

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The next morning I helped my mother make breakfast. Mom just smiled at me. Mother's face is not as usual, something is on hold. I can guess, I'm sure it's about yesterday.

"Well, dear Mama Yevn?"

I ask that question every day to my parents.

"Yes." Yeah." My mother answered while doing her job.

"What?" tanyaku pouting.

"Darling" mom stepped into the fridge picking up some tomatoes. I followed where my mother was going.

"Darling who is mah?" I asked who kept whining like a child asking for pocket money.

"Yes, dear Mama Yevn." My mother finally said the phrase my spirit spell. For me, that sentence must be heard completely, whole to be spoken by my parents.

"mah". Call me, still seeing my mother with her busyness.