Mother's Diary
Meet "that" Woman"
Today Arya decided to go to Jakarta using travel, she will try to adapt and prepare everything so that later when Mother and Zahra move everything is available.
Currently he is busy opening photo slides in the gallery, some containing his holiday photos during this time. On the next slide he found a photo of the sheet and finally read it hoping to find a clue.
November 25th, 20xx
Dear Diary's,
Today is a very tiring day, not physically tired but tired of heart.
Today is my second day working in a boutique and I am grateful that the boutique owner is interested in the design of the clothes that I designed, even today he introduced myself to one of the consumers still in need.
This customer wants to order a special wedding dress that has never existed and I am sure that I will be able to realize the dream wedding dress of the woman.
It turned out that the woman who met me to make the bridal outfit was the woman who was now very close to the man I loved. He told me how much they loved each other even though he admitted that they were betrothed.
It was hard to see how happy he would be to marry the man who had given me two angels who were now in my heart.
Really I want to back off it feels, will not be able to this heart see "he" happy with another woman.
Even I had a chance to see them join hands friendly when going to the camp after our meeting was over.
Sheila Tania is the name of the woman I will always remember because she is now on the side
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Arya becomes aware of who the woman is now at the side of her pregnant father. He had photographed several pieces of the diary Mother before going to the city of Depok.
Hihihihi..in this way I will track the whereabouts of you father who does not know self. Arya bathin.
Although he was never taught to hate parents, but seeing the struggle of Mother and the sadness of Mother when talking about the father made Arya so disliked her biological father.
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Zahra, who now has Xll class, still enjoys studying with her friends, sometimes she will volunteer teachers in some areas that need help.
"Zahra, this weekend we are in the village of kotalama well." pinta Aidan, one of the volunteer teaching team.
"how many people are coming? if we can take a younger class, so when we are busy preparing for the volunteer learning exam will continue." explained Zahra.
"this time there were 7 people. Wow your idea is good.If that's why I'll make an announcement on mading aja, after all this is still Tuesday so there's still plenty of time to find followers." said Aidan who immediately fled to make an announcement in the school mading.
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Mother Sadiya is currently busy with her paper and pencil making clothes designs, she said, he had planned one day to join his son who will go to college in Jakarta while the house they now occupy will only rent him. He hopes the savings that have been collected will be enough to meet their needs and he will find work again in the city.
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"excuse me Anggit ma'am, am I interrupting?" asked Sadiya politely.
"just enter Diya you do not disturb ko." while watching his interlocutor who has now sat in front of him.
"i just want to tell you, there is a possibility that I will move to Jakarta ma'am, when Zahra will go to college, although I still hope that my mother will be able to find my replacement, she said, so that the mother does not have trouble later or maybe I can still work remotely with the mother." explained Diya.
"well, it's a pity that if you move, why don't you just stay here and let Zahra go there."
"i am a bit worried about the association of Zahra if released mom, for some customers who are already familiar with my design later my mother told me that I can still send my design to mother."
"it's good that if it's your decision, I appreciate your decision and thank you for letting me know at the beginning."
After talking to the boutique owner Sadiya seemed calmer, now just prepare his savings.
Please continue to support Mother Sadiya well all, vote..like.
Thanks though.
Greetings from Mother Sadiya to all the great women out there.
