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chapter 1

Morning has arrived exactly at 05:30 wib I have woken up and do my activities again. This morning I cooked fish gulai, my mother bought fish to cook in the morning. Simple menu that is important can eat and not starve. For as long as I can remember my thirty-two years of life we have never even been deprived of food. With a potluck my parents can meet our needs. The youngest was up and took a shower. As usual this morning my younger brother named Rafi who had been sitting in the first grade of junior high school instantly tidied up our beds and also swept the house, my youngest brother is really lazy if told to wash the dishes, there is only a reason to avoid.

When he finished packing he immediately came with us for breakfast together, from childhood we were always accustomed to eating rice from home, and from home, as usual our breakfast is not like the city people who eat bread and milk every morning, we always eat heavy food to start the morning, said my mother so as not to faint so he said. The principles of the ancients are still applied. It just so happens that the next door neighbor of the house is holding a thanksgiving to welcome his daughter's wedding which will be held one more Sunday in the area of the groom, it has become a tradition when marrying his daughter if the recipe is in the territory of the groom then in the house of the bride is only held a thanksgiving event to tell when the departure time to the groom's house, and there again I was asked "when is marriage".And geez didn't tell them that it really offended me, getting married was as easy as turning the palm of the hand.

This is why I don't feel at home to stay in my village. The atmosphere today doesn't bother me. Because the word I often heard that I was even reluctant to join the young crowd there, no matter if I was said to be arrogant. As long as I don't hurt anyone else, it's hard for me to get along they're not my friends growing up together, sometimes I get confused with myself,when I arrived at my village five years ago after wandering from the capital I was like a socialite. Is it possible because of that word?. I feel like my life is really stuck. Many of my unattainable desires discouraged me from mingling with outsiders, when I wanted to blend in it felt like someone was saying that they were not the same age as me.

The night had arrived the crowd in my neighbor's house was no longer visible, my father and mother had returned home. I actually wanted to convey back my wishes, but seeing those who were tired of my intentions I paused. Maybe tomorrow I can try again. May my wish be granted permission and blessing.

This morning after doing my activities I sat down on the porch of the house looking at the children who play cheerfully, well today coincides with Sunday holiday, many children who play at home. Seeing them felt like I wanted to go back to that time when I was a kid all I knew was play. Not thinking about anything, no need to hear such demanding words. " Dara don't mostly daydream about you, how can men know you if you just stay home, go play with your friends" my mother told me." I don't have any friends here, ma'am, so let me wander around so I can find friends and a mate" I replied to my mother.

My mother just stroked my chest to hear my answer. " Again you want to wander again it's certain that merrantau get a mate" my mother was a little annoyed at me. Haha... It was funny when my mom was upset...My basic up is this brash kid laughing at my mom, I curse in my heart.

" Lah kan Bu here has also not met my soul mate for five years" I replied to my mother." So do not usually just at home only toys hp, do not know your mother who said that same ja hp later you become crazy because it's hp" replied my mother later. Wow the real mother really cuss her son crazy, do not know what with surfing on the sosmed can slightly reduce stress and saturate me. My soul is in my heart.

" Dara please zip her pants and pocket as well" my uncle exclaimed suddenly came to bring some clothes for the permak. I am still learning to sew. But the job is quiet again, so you can only get permission from neighbors. " Ok uncle just put it here later I will drive you home yaa" I said to my uncle.

Actually my greatest desire to wander, I all want to take a sewing course. I learned to sew from my tant. Just learning self-taught a little bit directed. But I don't feel satisfied with that alone. I want to get a certificate if the windfall can open a course business as well. But my plan doesn't know when it's realized. I have no permission and no blessing yet. With an income that is not how can it go forward? It is not ungrateful just that ventured into the capital at least a lot of convection mushroomed. Working while studying is more efficient.

Even though I can only eat a few pants and clothes, I still do it with all my heart. It will be a few thousand later, at least can buy meatballs if you want to snack so as not to ask again from my mother. After I finished processing I immediately drove him to my uncle's house, "this uncle is done everything" I said as I handed him the black plastic package. Then my uncle gave me the money that the roll had. Indeed, if my uncle comes to make clothes I never set a price." Thank you" he said while handing over the money rolled up." If so I just go home immediately uncle thank you" I said to my uncle.

I walked back through the back of his house overgrown with some coconuts and oil palm. My village is beautiful enough there are still many trees growing. But it's also quite densely populated. While walking I opened and counted the money roll, it turned out quite enough to be fifty thousand rupiah with twenty thousand and ten thousand denominations. It's always been that way, my uncle would always give more than the other neighbors.

Evening arrived we began to go to sleep after spending this day chatting together. I hope tomorrow is better.

This morning I woke up early because the rice harvest season we were waiting for had arrived, I started cooking the food we would eat when we had breakfast together. after a while struggling with the ingredients of my cooking food so.

As usual every harvest season arrives, my mother and I share the task of preparing food, I cooked breakfast and provisions while my mother cooked noodle soup that would be eaten by our neighbors who took part in the harvest this time. as usual in our village every season the harvest and rice planting of the villagers will roll to help each other in doing work in the rice fields.

Breakfast has been arranged neatly on the mat, provisions and also noodles kuah that will be brought to the rice field has also been placed in several containers and has been wrapped neatly. We sat down to eat breakfast together before going through our activities today.

After breakfast, my mother and father rushed to the rice fields while my sister left for school.The weather this morning was very bright, able to inflame our spirit to work. With a fairly long walk across the oil palm plantations and there are a few hills. Finally our group arrived at the rice field.

After a short break we finally started working on harvesting rice.

did not feel the time was dusk at six o'clock in the afternoon our work was finished. The harvest this time was quite satisfactory. Some of them we deposited into the middleman and the rest we put into the house.

after cleaning ourselves we regrouped when night had come, eating the dinner that I had cooked just after arriving home. after dinner, I expressed my intentions to my father and mother.

"mom can't I go back? I really could have been in the village" I slowly said to my mother. "well if it's true that you want to wander back. It's just that mom asks you to take care of your diet and your life, achieve what you want to achieve son" said my mother lovingly. "actually mother does not let you go not because mother wants to use your energy but because of mother's concern for you son, well take care of yourself if you're overseas later." advised my mother to me.

With a burning sense of happiness I hug and kiss my mother.I hope that this blessing is not in the pull anymore and can facilitate all the steps that I will take. "thank you Mom" I said to the woman who gave birth and raised me.