MY LOVE IS FOR MY SERVANT
CHAPTER 1
My name is Tasya I'm 19. I was sitting in 3rd grade High School, my mother was a tailor and my father was a farm worker.
My life is far from fancy.sometimes for a day's meal even mom had to go to the stall to owe me a kilo of rice and 3 eggs.
Already a week tasya restless waiting for the results of the national exam because his High School diploma is needed to apply for work in urban areas.
The next day Tasya prepared to go to school because today he and other friends will receive a love letter from the school that is graduation letter or not
“ hai nggaaa.. “ tasya greet to angga who is chatting with his friend.
“ yes yes same who you came here earlier “ said angga
“gue was picked up with arumi and linda ngga” said tasya
It did not feel the time when tasya and other friends were standing in the middle of the field to wait for the letter that was handed over to his students.
“aaaaaaaa.. thank god I finally graduated also”ujar tasya yelling because of his senanng ranking . all other friends are also no less excited , some are prostrating gratitude, some are hysterical.
That's how the day was so boisterous by the students and students because everything was declared graduated.
“bu...mom I passed bu :’(“ said yasya while running in ruma until he forgot to say hello.
“Alhamdulillah nak akhrinya you passed also son with the best un value nak” said tasya mother while crying happily.
“finally I graduated , I will try to go to the city to find a job to help the economy of our family ma'am, so that father and mother no longer need to work so that only tasya who are looking for sustenance again, so that father and mother no longer need to work, it's enough mommyai me until graduating high school I don't want to burden mother again” inner tasya.
Mother and Tasya prepare dinner at the dinner table even though the family always eat together to share complaints because all day tired of facing the test of life.
Tasya began to vent to open the conversation at the dining table
“ ma'am, I want to go to the city to find a job I want to help mom and dad make money” said tasya while holding back his tears
However, this is heavy for tasya because he has never been far from his parents before while he is only an only child of his parents.
“what are you sure son , want to go to the city?, should not you find a job in our village first “ Ask father to tasya
“right son, what your father said try you think again, instead of mom disagreeing with your decision I just want the best for you” said mother
“pak, buk instead of tasya do not want to find a job in the village, it's just tasya only graduates smk difficult to get a big salary in the village if only graduates smk, smk, even if there is a tasya job just so burru tea leaf picker pack ,buk .”ujar tasya politely and gently so that both parents understand the purpose of tasya.
“ well , son if your decision has been round to work to the city , I will pray the best for you , about when will you leave for the city nak?” sire
“ the plan is this week sir, because tasya must prepare any items that must be tasya carry so as not to go back and forth to the village pack “ said tasya
“ mother will also always pray for the best for you son, you keep praying five times you want not to leave your obligations as Muslims” said mother
It didn't feel like it had been so long that the conversation that had been going on at the dinner table. It was getting late and mom and Tasya immediately cleaned the dining table and would rest afterwards.
He woke up early today because he was invited by his friends to help harvest catfish in the opposite village because the distance is quite far from the village and had to cross by boat.
Before the mother woke up at 4 am for dawn prayers and after that she cooked for provisions that would bring the father to go to the opposite village.
After everything was done, I said goodbye to me and my mom.
“ bu, dad left first yes doain everything hopefully smoothly ya buk, and pray also father may get more sustenance today” said father while thrusting his hand to mother.
“iya sir mother will always pray for father , be careful yes sir , if later tired of rest dlu sir, do not be forced continue “ said mother while greeting the hand of father .
“ and for you sya keep ibuk ya , help ibuk do not crawl you yes sya “ said the father while carrying the percussion that has been prepared by the mother before.
“iya yes sir , tasya remember the message of mr” said tasya while taking the hand of the father for salami.
“alah if so father and mr ujang will leave now so as not to be too noon until there” said father.
It did not feel like the sun was shining brightly. Mom and I started our daily activities .My mother was busy with the pile of cloth she would sew, and I was busy cleaning the house.
“sya , oh yes bauk bauk what is so painful nose mom kiss him” Ask mom with a shouting tone while holding back a little anger.
“ yes ma...maaf tasya from the outside was tasya stay a while to wash the buk” shirt said tasya while hands are still filled with soap foam.
Even the afternoon the sun was starting to be invisible again, but the father of tasya had not yet reached home.
“ ma'am, why have you not arrived yet even though the day is as late as dusk.”ujar tasya so worried about his father.
“iya yes yes yes, the feeling of mother so not good sya, usually the father must have come home this sya” said the mother with a facial expression that was so anxious.
The night was getting late but there was no sign of tasya father going home.
“bu, ma'am look buk there like dad huh, ma'am?”tasya said while shaking his waist in front of the door.
“iya yes sya it seems like father”ujar mother is still wearing mukenah because just finished praying.
“assalamu’alaikum bu, so why is still not sleeping this night, not good for health, let's go inside”ujar father with his wet shirt and carry a large pouch on his right.
hi readers please very much expected to read every chapter section yes not to be missed 😉
sorry if there is wrong writing because the author is still a beginner 😁
