My Golden Family's

which city am I from and why should I wander?????

 

I was born from a simple family, not a person who wants anything can be bought with parents.I am the first child of 11 children. My family and I live in a village far from the city, rarely even by vehicle. Desaku named Pangaloan, saornauli village hatoguan Palipi sub-district, Samosir district, North Sumatra province.a remote village far from the city center, the,but I remain grateful despite living in the village.Since childhood I have been taught to be independent.mandiri here does not mean I look for my own money y.

 

When I was still not in school I had learned to do homework at least ease the work of the mother.Daad occupied elementary school I was able to cook and wash, I was able to cook and wash,well my mother was more helped.Dad and my mother was just a farmer but while I was still in elementary school my father not only focused on farming, he also sold wood to a place where sellers of building materials, but when I was still in elementary school my father was not only focused on farming,he bought a tree and cut it down himself, not infrequently we also helped, sometimes the place is also creepy, there are only big tree trees and animals that accompany us, sometimes we are afraid but my father always said

 

"don't be afraid, where there is a God, he is always there for us"

 

he rarely goes to church, but I know he's a good guy

 

"pa,,, how many gods is there, why is there a dimna mna, is he now abroad too? or maybe he's in every place?"

 

not infrequently me and my sister asked this to my father and mother.They would just smile and say

 

"The Lord Jesus is in our hearts and minds, if we believe in him then he will remain wherever we are?"

 

the answer is quite satisfying, so from that I believe that God is in the heart.

Since my father never hit us he would only advise the same as my mother was beaten the last time when I was fourth grade it was because of my mistakes.

They also rarely fight so many people say we are a family that deserves an example.

When I graduated from Elementary School everything changed, which we never lacked food now we feel it, which used to rarely owe now have to owe here and there, dig the hole closed the hole.

Still vividly remembered in my mind, that time Monday I forgot what date but the obvious month 6 2011, the,maybe it will be a very bitter story if remembered.at that time we were still 8 brothers and I only have 1 brother.Because we live in a remote village market was far, far away,we have rice mill place was far away.In our residence the market is only Monday and the road to the market was quite far, then had to take transportation owned by people, trucks, cars,that's the public transportation that we have.Our rice supply has begun to thin, my mother can not go to market, so she decided to leave the rice to the mill place through a transport car that was tipped to the neighbor.

time shows at 12:30

the market man had arrived, my mother worked in the neighboring fields and my father had gone to get the rice that had been milled,we were told to wait at home I happened to be on holiday because I had finished the National exam just to receive graduation on the same day of the incident.

while cooking we were waiting for dad, suddenly there was a commotion, as soon as I ran out that was once more fun to cook for lunch. The place is far away.

my grandmother and mother who saw the incident were already crying.I was late, I did not see everything, I only saw the father who was running by holding a piece of wood in his hand,while shaking I ran to my grandmother's house and did not forget to hold my little sister.

the whole car that just came home from the market saw the incident, surely what they saw made them confused.Now we had gathered at grandma's house, there was the eldest brother father and his sister. They are 9 brothers but who live in the village only they are 3.take a tremble I enter

"here dear, don't be afraid, everything will be fine "

my grandmother told me to sit next to her.

The mother who was in the field now she was sitting near my father, she was crying so I cried too.

the flashback

 

A few months ago, the uncle was probably still calling him uncle,but since that incident I consider him a bad person.He had a son and a daughter.At the age of his son who had grown up he had an accident, which took his life to death on the spot.

My father worked as a handyman somewhere away from home, so he had to come home once a week just like his friends.

 

on the way home he met my uncle's son.

 

"loh Lae \(the name of a substitute name in my area\) you are here also "

 

he said to my father who happened to rest in a tavern where they drank

 

"y lae, it just happened to pass by so stop by before you go home"

 

answer father

they stopped at a coffee and drink shop.

"we go home y lae goods, our goals are the same"the next one who has started to get drunk because of the effect of the drinks he drinks.

" we can go together later"

replied the father, sipping his drink

In the end they went home riding their motorcycles, suddenly in the middle of the road he rode his motorcycle at high speed, he said,my father was confused but he kept riding his motorcycle at moderate speed until he got home but he was confused why he did not find my uncle's son.

but in the middle of the road, he found a crowd on a bridge, but he did not pay attention to it because it was late at night so he decided to go home.

The next morning we were shocked by the news of my uncle's son's death.

on the way home last night he had an accident, he hit a bridge that was in the process of construction, he could not control his motor until he bounced and fell down and drowned, he was found dead.

My father who knew not to dare to go see him only told my mother he was not strong to see him other than because his family was also very familiar with the uncle and his son, even my mother was considered like his son.

But everything changed since that incident, we are considered enemies even people who have killed their children.

okay, this sampe here is curious not to mention what happened when my father brought a piece of wood in his hand, and my mother cried?

what do I call terrible history ?