Simiskin And Rich Woman

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The average child my age has not tasted what is bitter world, what is it looking for money.which they know asking, dating, and playing games.

Unlike me who realized smp had been looking for money to help my mother, so naturally if my body color is striped because after school I change clothes and immediately leave the parking lot to keep the motorbike and car people there. That's where I look for a mouthful of rice and all the new desires are slightly fulfilled. In my adulthood I thirsted for the affection of my father, who at that time should have asked for guidance on my studies or talked about my grievances in the future, all I can only reveal to someone I have considered father, call it mr. jono. He was someone who knew more about me than my own father. When there was no motorbike or car parked I could only pensively and promised not to be like my father who left his son and did not know at all what was in his son's mind.

The bell has rung, leaving two classes that have not yet left, my class and the next class. Teachers and students prepare to go home, bright hearts reflected in the faces of my friends.

Me and a new friend of mine had not issued a single word until the teacher said goodbye and went out with the others.

After school I changed clothes and went to see my mother selling in malioboro. Malioboro is right said people are never lonely from visitors, want a family or alone, all are complete on a row of malioboro terraces. Sring I saw a boy who glorified his father, my heart was like sliced, hatred was growing. Envied! it must have happened for children who might have fared like me.

Soon I was at the place where my mother was selling, when I saw my mother was exhausted, it occurred to me that the thing I was so afraid of was that if later I succeeded she was no longer by my side.

I also approached him while sitting next to him and as usual I immediately held his shoulder while massaging his massage.

"how was your school?" ibukku.

"Surfer bu alhamdulillah."

"Where are the students, okay?"

"See mom."

"Replacement?"

"Yes ma'am, but I don't know where the move came from, the slumber was posa," I replied with a faint smile.

"What a woman's man." My mother dissolves in my story, my mother when starting a conversation surely she will ask more deeply, she is like an educated person in terms of speaking and behaving, but it is just my wishful thinking whether it is true or not.

"Mommy girl, beautiful" I fell silent for a moment.

"Hahaha, my son knows a beautiful girlfriend now" with a smile. Until his teeth are seen. "But, I'm sorry I didn't buy you a motorbike, your phone broke." A mother's inner bond with her child is a bond that can not be matched with her chemistry in this world, many mothers know what is filled her child's head.

And we deserve to praise her with the words of the most beautiful person in the world, mother.

" no papa ma'am," I replied as I massaged her."I don't have to think too much about posa, the important thing is that we can eat for tomorrow" I continued.

And my mother's favorite food is my leftover fish head.

Then mom hugged me while whispering "thank you son who has accompanied mother in this difficult."

I also have permission to go to my usual parking lot to earn money for my school snack tomorrow.