Reborn Poor's

Ariana Diary

This morning I woke up curious. But I didn't open the book I thought was Ariana's diary. I immediately took a shower and chose clothes, it seemed like I was going to use another checkered shirt, the difference was black and white, like the chess box I thought, plus a formal and old-fashioned design, I also combine it with a pair of jeans bottle, really this is not my style. I tried to fit in, a little difficult with her reserved personality that fit her old fashioned style.

I put and put together the books I had to carry in my bag. I looked at myself in the glass, not so bad I thought, because I used the red flops I met in this room, a little added to the feminine impression. I also used Ela and Salsa's make-up equipment, they don't look confused anymore. It's just that they told me to buy my own make-up equipment, "Buy dong" said Salsa, "Minjem mulu" continued Ela, "Begging for it, not a minjem" continued Siti, I just smiled while saying "Thanks guys" then just walked out, took the motorbike and gased into the campus. Ariana's diary doesn't forget I brought it, because if night maybe I won't have time to read it. As much as possible I'll read it this afternoon, after college ends. Means I should reject Miko's invitation if she'd just take me to lunch.

In the usual shelter that became a place to rest Miko and me, I began to look for a comfortable and shady empty seat. After getting a seat I started to open the diary. The second page contains Ariana's biodata. From the date of birth that turned out to be December 2, 2001, hopes and ideals, hopes: be able to save a lot of money for the family and send the younger brothers, ideals: flight attendants. Even favorite foods and favorite drinks, tofu fill and coconut water. Strange as I thought, this second page is not useful. I went to the third page. "Mother, Father, I am not a child who can please you. I'm sorry if someday I'm not what you expected. But I will do my best for you, for the sake of our family. I have absolutely no regrets about being born to underprivileged parents, I am so grateful to have been given enough life and to be able to make me grow all this time. I am so grateful to you and I hope to repay you" I read in the diary. This kid is so good that's my judgment, his heart is so kind, so good. I'm a little moved. Maybe if I were in this girl's position, I wouldn't be able to say thank you. He's got a hard time in the economy that's what I conclude. How could he decide to go to college? I thought it would not be enough to pay tuition from a salary that was just enough to finance daily necessities. I don't think that's enough compared to my lifestyle. Worth it, the clothes are like old and old fashioned clothes. Surely he was very frugal and never shopped like girls his age.