The Destiny of the Step Child

college in medicine

This is my daily activity, I'm just full of kujallani, even if I can't lie I'm also fragile.

At four o'clock in the morning, I woke up.Kutunikan tahajud prayer and recitation of the Koran, I said to my mother who is very much in need.

When my mother was gone, it felt like half my soul was with her.

And in this house there are only beautiful memories that cannot be repeated.

But, life must go on, while continuing to hope that good destiny will come to me.

I start my day with homework that has called\-call to be done.

When the inhabitants of this house were still curled up behind the warm blanket, I was already struggling with the cold water.

I washed all the clothes of the people in this house until my sister Sarah's underwear stained red.

At six o'clock in the morning, I've got to go to the cooking market for today.

All buy tofu, tempeh,tepung, kol for my bakulan to campus.

Yes, I sell fried foods that I put in the campus cafeteria, to make savings.

I am a 6th semester student majoring in medicine at the largest public university in North Sumatra.Alhamdulillah from elementary school to upper middle level, I always get a general champion, I always get,at least the class champion.So I passed the invitation line and got

scholarship in medical department.

Thank goodness at that time, if not for the gift of God through this scholarship maybe I have become a TKI.

Yes, said mother why I go to college women later also end of the well, kitchen, kasur also said mother.Wasting money he said.

Though my sister Sarah also went to the same university as me, but through a self-directed line whose tuition is not less Lim million one semester.

Steady bike kanjaku, to the morning market, so that the price can be cheaper, then I do not buy in the stall.Sometimes the price can be difference of five hundred rupiah with the market price.

After cooking my breakfast and fried food, I hurried to put it in the container and hurriedly\rushed it into my room.

My provisions also I put into the container, I used to bring supplies.More efficient.

Not stingy because often yesterday my afterbirth reduced by ten, apparently defiled by mother and Sarah.

Stay on my bike, mom's gift when I'm on my 17th birthday.It's been a long time, but, I really love this mother-given bike.

Today I entered at eight and it was seventy-forty-five.The trip to campus from home took thirty minutes.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..Sir, I'm sorry I'm late." I said timidly.

"Again.." replied my lecturer while lowering his glasses.

Instantly, all eyes were on me.I was indeed a late subscription.Hehe

Sometimes in a week of college, almost three to four times I was late.

"Sorry sir." I said, looking down in shame.

"Waalaykumussalam, do you want to go in or stand at the door?"continued again.

Then the lecture continued until the lecture hours were over.

"Aliya Fachira Az - Zahra."

I was shocked when my name was called.

"Later you, meet me in the library" said the lecturer.

"Why sir?"my many.

"Just meet!" answer's short.

"Oh yes, myself" he continued again

I became the center of attention in class.

I'm nervous too embarrassed.

"Don't I get suspended again" I said in my own heart.

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