Simiskin And Rich Woman

upset

I'm sick of it, I'm claustrophobic, I'm slumped. The room that had looked so colorful after hearing the words of Mary's mother became very dark, I wanted to quickly get out of this room and go back home telling my mother that even though she was a hawker she was better than a well-dressed man with a lion's mouth, there is no evidence but I often see with my own naked eyes that mothers love children who have not eaten when they peddle their snacks in malioboro. Econ stroked my shoulder elus while calming me down, saying to me "already poss, the educated only know about a career not by addressing someone" the word econ calmed me a little, saying, although there is still a little upset but the mindset is always embedded in my mind. "Although he is a delinquent like me, but he is very familiar with friends who are not feeling well" I said to calm the heart that is not rhythmic with the usual movements.

She doesn't know who I am, she mispronounced people, she doesn't know my true, thankfully you're the mother of a silent child that I started to like, if I hadn't spotted your face, ma'am. My friends one by one look at my face with a face that I can't interpret, my friend is a witness of how I live in the streets and don't know the norm, I'm not a criminal, he said, the bad thing is my father didn't give his children affection until they became like this, I'm not afraid of the police and other educated people, I'm not afraid of the police, what I fear is that God has given me Adzab in the world and my mother wept for not being able to raise me well and I am the grace of God who has been entrusted through her womb.

All to me is the same for a man who can't appreciate someone, he's worse than a self-knowing liar, and I hate women like that, I'm not that disrespectful, I'm not, but I couldn't hide my upset face to Maria's mother, whom I hated her nature wasn't. Mary's father fell silent, her perspective turned with Mary's mother, she smiled beautifully at me, a sign of gratitude for helping her she shook her head at me that she was like that. I also signaled a wink to him that I understood what he meant, he began to lower his face of shame at the words of Maria's mother and smiled kindly to other friends.

"Posa ndak papa right" asked maria, shit, I didn't realize maria looked at my face from now on, and stupidly I always throw my face, I can't hide my upset face, I can't hide my upset face, that's one of my follies I'm not good at hiding anything that's going on.

"Which class is your son" asked Maria's mother.

"That's ma'am the arhan's name" replied maria while pointing at the arhan a fair distance away from where I was sitting, seen arhan bowing his head, occasionally and looking back at his mother.

"Thank you han, have invited a friend to visit maria, maria even though she had just entered the classroom one day" mother flattered her, why I was held like that, why, is it because I don't look better than Arhan or because I'm poor?. I don't have to worry about it.