Reaching Dreams

Chapter 2

And all my family's downturn began here, when tobacco harvest was usually abundant but .😥😥😥oh yes father also bought dried tobacco from the farmer and sold him to a salt warehouse factory, in addition to processing from his own rice fields............

" nduk,...can you take a leave of absence from college? ask my dad when I get home

" why sir.....?" ask me slowly ..because I know for school in nursing is expensive.

" father no money.tobunya 200 cart aut all"deg .. I look at pak iba. I know the meaning of this all....

" no sir, tomorrow do not ask the office? my reply was to try to calm down and quickly understand what was happening ...

" the rice fields we will sell for 2 years to cover the farmer's money . spare 3 rice fields for our lives...! flat voice father

" no, my father is calm at least we can pay the farmers money nggih sir!" I said try to be wise.albeit disappointed, confused, not worried, all I hide from the father, I do not want the father also worried finally fell ill.

that afternoon when we and our family were gathering to talk about the circumstances that happened to our family .

"assalamualaikum.dik house!"

" walaikum salam mas, Monggo mongo pinarak (let's please come in) !father welcomed friendly, it turns out pakdhe Rohmat his cousin father.

" ko njanur mount to mas", how is the family healthy to mas? greet warm father

" laiyo there is this important, just this directly yes dik lurah, I ko be given the mandate of mas broto?!"pakdhe Rohmat started on the matter.

" mas Broto..lurah the village next door to mas?"

" Iyo ..mas Broto wants to go on a walk in the house "

" laaa anaku is still at school je mas... !" said the father a little surprised, because all this time if you meet at the sub-district office just greet each other.

" laaa what is not wrong to mas, he is a person who is well-respected being adine until this is just a farmer "said the father while smoking a rolling cigarette.

" especially panjenengan lak understand at this time my situation is Morat marut mas" continued lirih

" already dik, maybe this is the way from Allah to help the family genengan di," comfort pakdhe.

" let's take a leave first, try calling your son ..."

" dya ..sini nduk ,pakdhe wants to ngendiko (talk) this ...!"call the father from the living room.

" noth(yes) sir.." Reply to him while going out and sitting next to his father.

"" nduk (nak) this son p Broto ko wants you to be his companion, how? "

" is Adi njih pakdhe?" ask dya

" Iyo...ko do you know nduk ?" ask pakdhe.

" njih used to be a high school class" he replied straightforwardly.

" i'm the same father, but how about my college?"

" Alhamdulillah, the problem of college later we will talk together with ya nduk..."

" how dik lurah , your son is equally long ?ask pakdhe rohmat.

" yeah..I agree that your son accepted this proposal"you mantep nduk?" ask father to me.

" njih pak ,insyaallah dya nderek ngendikane (according to the same) father.

" yes I have no say in the first dik lurah, already want this magrib" said pakdhe.

" Monggo Monggo pakdhe.nderekaken" said the father as he greeted Mr. Rohmat, and ushered in the page .

After Pakdhe Rohmat's car came out of the yard and was lost at the corner, my father entered the house.

" father then please nduk, tell your mother," said my father to me as I was summarizing the used cup presenting pakdhe Rohmat earlier.

" njih (yes) sir" replied.