The Destiny of Love Nina

The complicated road

this is the beginning of Yaghh...

trying to write again..

hopefully the story can be an inspiration😊😊😊

Graduating from high school that makes me "Nina" must think hard between wanting to work or continue college as you want. Intentions want to work and maybe the next year can go to college while working. But that intention was completely opposed by father.

"you are also a father and mother, your time is different from your brothers" said the 50-year-old man who is the father of 5 children. I am ana to 4 out of 5 brothers.

It is true that my three brothers have completed their studies, and the economic condition of my parents is not as good as when they were in education.

You could say my parents' finances again experienced a recession that made me undo the intention to continue education. I just asked to postpone it.

"i want to work first sir, later while working can be while studying"

I'm still trying to convince him to try to find the best way forward. Forcing yourself is like looking for trouble. My fear will break up in the middle of the road.

Several times I repeated the same request to postpone the college plan, but the effort was futile and I had to follow his orders.

With all their efforts, demanding me to study hard. Although only studying at home without taking tutoring like most of my friends.

Learning also without passion, even I ogah-ogahan. Because it was his intention to pass. Just following their will.

***

Long story short in the long journey I "Graduated" in the selection of the entrance examination of the state college but passed at the 3rd choice and it was outside the province where I lived.

"Bengkulu University"

because it was far away, I decided not to take it.

I kept my graduation a secret, pretended to forget about forgetting that I already knew the outcome. And a friend was not intentionally congratulating me where my father was with me.

"congratulations, Nin, you passed. I look like I'm going to repeat next year" Siska said

The man who heard it directly commented

"was it an announcement??"

"already sir...Nina hasn't seen??

I can only grimace at the father who started nagging.

And the drama began, insisting that I keep going.

Preparing everything in a short time and finally a long journey began towards a city that I really had no shadow of at all. Just using the campus address I searched on Google.

***

My guess is right, a city that is very foreign to me. There is no address to go to, because there is no one I and my family know in this city.

The goal is only one, Bengkulu University.

Thank goodness I was with my mother who delivered me. Reduced my fear a little.

Arriving there the first thing my mom and I did was find a boarding house. Without much thought when looking at the writing "accept princess costs" we immediately entered looking for information. And coincidentally not far from campus. "the important thing to meet first to stay, later if you do not like being able to while nyari another place" said mother and I just obey what he said.

The mother and father of the cost of the first impression is very friendly and good (the name is also promo yaghh😁😁😁)...

there are only 5 rooms and only 1 is empty" not so crowded okelah" I thought in my heart.

"hii... Fitri" greeting someone who turned out to be one of the residents of the boarding house.

"Nina" as I welcomed her helping hand.

the first person I know after my mom and dad.

"I also just lived here yesterday, happened to be a new student as well.nie was new from campus to design a re-list" explained Fitri without asking.

The first impression was friendly, and increasingly determined to take the remaining room and it was right next to Fitri.

After my mother had a long conversation with my mother and father, I received the room key and immediately opened the room which happened to be clean and neatly arranged.

although there was only a small mattress and cupboard next to it. Understand the usual costs are not the elite. With all the limitations of the most important comfort.

***

after putting the suitcase and bag containing my necessities after a short break mom and I looked for a market to buy the equipment I needed. Not a big city like the city of Medan where I came from. A small town, which is still in its developing stage.

The place is not so far away, but if the walk is good too. Finally, the mother of the boarding house tells there is an angkot with a market purpose.

5 Minutes later, too. Mom and I walked through the shop and saw where we wanted to go.

Adventure in a completely new market.

***

Go home ehhh boarding house after a few hours of searching for the needs of boarding children.

"grand-were very and very tired"

Fitri who was cool tidying up her room seemed to smile when she realized that my mother and I had gone home.

"this is how fate becomes a child, nothing must be done alone" he complained

"enjoyed by Fit.lagian just take care of yourself too."

"iya sie.. but still make a home kangen. usually anything to ask to be made." still with his complaint.

From the talk of a spoiled child Fitri, a child who is ready to accept so.

Fate has become a child. Here will begin to do it all by yourself, take responsibility for yourself, manage everything yourself.

During my conversation with Fitri it turned out that mom was out looking for something for us to have dinner with. Because the condition of the kitchen is still incomplete, so it was decided to buy finished food from outside.

After dinner, I looked really tired. Lying her body in the mattress.

"mother went to bed first, Nina was still nanggung to settle the contents of the suitcase" I said telling her to sleep first.

Without much protest the woman who had shown fine lines on her face was asleep. A long journey all day. Started by looking for every single one of my jobs. Even until the soap business still reminded him.

Her mother is quite detailed. Everything whatever it is has to be completely done. He often makes notes before he travels.

And it's down to me. Sometimes they are perfectionists. Anything should be neat, it should be finished on time. Maybe for most people it is good, but I feel sometimes it makes me not so liked by some people. Timely, one of the habits taught the woman I love so much.

The thing he hated the most and for sure the one I didn't like the most was not appreciating the time, not the ontime. It's better to wait than wait. Little thing actually, but it's ingrained in me.