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ordeal at dance graduation in high school

Stepping into 3rd grade High School is the fastest time before taking the final exam...

mind that always danced to dream of becoming a teacher, making spirit dance face the last test in school.

Thanks to prayer and dance perseverance, the passing predicate is written on the graduation letter.

Praise be to Allah, the Trust of Allah gives every test, there must be a silver lining.

"Assalamualaikum... Thank God I graduated.."Thank you I just got home

"wa'alaikum... Thank God, you succeeded son.With difficulty studying while working, you can still focus on school, you are proud of you son." said mother.

"i would not have succeeded without a prayer from my father."my crying broke in front of my mother

I didn't expect me to be able to gain knowledge as well as experience while I was working to find sustenance for my school fees.

Armed with IT knowledge from my vocational school.I want to immediately continue my education so that my ideals are achieved...

But, Gusti Allah will another.Life line can only get education until high school only.

I have to try my hardest to be able to bury myself in what I have dreamed of for 18 years in school.

I had to accept the decision from my parents, I didn't deserve to burden them more with all my wishes.

My mind seems to be fighting all the wishful thinking that has been around for years.

"I still have a little sister who can still make both my parents proud, just that I don't have that chance" I muttered

"i can still make them proud, even if not in my previous way" my protracted murmur

everything that happens is the will of Allah, as sincere as possible I accept it all.

My mother took care of me for years, it was not easy and not cheap.Maybe now is the time to repay all the kindness of my parents.

Armed with experience while working first, I ventured to find job info..

I got information on job vacancies at a large PT in my city, without hesitation I prepared all the conditions that I had to bring, capital intention capital diligently I had to fight back.

"I still have a little sister who will make you proud Mom, I will try to make you happy in my own way without a title behind my name" I replied

The Gusti of Allah will not create creatures, without written lines of sustenance that have become part of them.

I believe in that.

My sister's sister has started preparing their school supplies, I was immediately ready to go to apply for a job at PT which has become my destination.

1 hour trip I took, suddenly in a PT that makes me a little nervous because it was the first time I was this determined to meet so many people, workers at the PT.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim.all I do for my family, for my sister's sake, and for my own future." I said with Dag Dig dug.

I gathered with other prospective employees, without anyone I knew loo...

God is so nervous about me.

waiting for my name to be called, I kept praying that I would be accepted.

"brother dance, please enter the interview room."the HRD order at the PT

I stepped on nervously, with a slight breath control, I started to calm down.

I continued to carry out all the commands from HRD, hoping that everything would go smoothly and in the end I was accepted.

"for today's interview I think it is enough.for training we will do for 1 month."my HRD order again.

"well sir." said simultaneously from all prospective employees

We went out of the PT area, once I ventured to meet with friends during the interview room earlier.

Thank God for my talent, which is quite chatty, Hihihi

in a matter of minutes I can already familiar with some other prospective employees, this is what makes my minder wussssss go.

During the trip I am getting excited for tomorrow to go to work again.yes yes yes because I have got a new friend.