The Love of the Ruler

Part 1 _ The beginning of everything

Now up the afternoon, the little shabby girl now carries her little legs to a shop where she works, a pale face, slightly messy hair, and a little bit of hair, and the clothes that had faded shabby in his hands there were many kitchen materials

" Where have you been" that rude jolt sounded echoing

" I'm sorry, ma'am, my bike had a leaky tire so I was walking "

" That's why, I cut your pay today, back and forth is in order, a lot of dirty dishes, too" again a rude jolt rang out in his ear

this is my life, though,

my name is Arnetta Issabella, an orphaned girl whose parents died because of flood victims by dying a 5-year-old little girl became a bully without any relatives who would accommodate her,

with a sick heart I dragged my scuffed legs towards the kitchen, the dishes used to eat shoppers full rowed make me have to work extra and fast, he said,

nearly two hours I washed the dishes, the taste of the dishes continued to grow no free to rest

today is entering the afternoon,

" Mom, I say "my permission to the mother of the owner of the rice stall

" Hemm, here's your salary," with a happy heart, I received his money but now only a wry smile that I can give, 35 thousand salary that I get, work from morning until magrib,

" Here your work catches up, just doank dishes, I cut your salary because I was late this afternoon, I said, until the front of your salary that much per day if you want to come again if you do not stop," said the owner of the stall without a heart

'' just accept your pain, hick girl," added his partner

with glassy eyes I entered the money into the pocket of my cloth trousers which now began to fade and passed back to my hut, 15 Minutes walk into the alley of a former postu house 5 times 5 it looks neat even though it is small, a room, kitchen and bathroom near the kitchen, a middle room that is in a cloth bulkhead with a kitchen, and a kitchen, a small, this is my hut house, which benefited from the help of the local government first on my parents, although now the wood is getting weathered and the tile is starting to leak at least I do not need to pay the rent

I live this life with a smile full of joy, despite the pain I feel

clean yourself, take a bath just by drawing water, without soap and shampoo, boil instant noodles for dinner, just save money, just save,

this activity I do repeatedly, without being bored and bored, friends, friends, dear ones I do not have, want it to feel like I complain, but to whom, I can only hold it myself

tomorrow at my shop, working,

pranngggg, the sound of glasses and plates falling makes the owner of the stall angry he snapped, berate me with his absorbent vows pulling my hair tight, slapping, and smashing my head into the kitchen wall

" Fuckin' woman, you fucking bearer get out of here, I don't want to have a worker like you cih," he pointedly read while throwing me out on the street, made me hurt in my knees and palms, with tears breaking I moved away from that place, long walk, long walk, I saw that there was a garbage can near the restaurant immediately quiz the barrel kais to get the leftover rice even though it was stale, but all I got was a piece of bread that was moldy, I ate it up, to support my hunger, and then I left before the owner of the restaurant

by training I intend to go home before nightfall, even though the heart and soul of this body began to be unable to survive, he said,