the night woman's life

eps 2*my hero is gone*

when I arrived in the village..

I went straight to papa's funeral, it was sad, I didn't see papa's face one last time.

bi Imah accompanied me to papa's funeral.

bi Imah:" son, let's go home by night "

i'm :"no bi, I'll sleep here with papa"

bi Imah :" don't be like that son, please let papa be calm in nature there"

i:" not bi " (my cry becomes-so)

bi Imah took the phone in her bag and called my mom.

bi Imah :" buk, Lia does not want to go home. how is this ?"

mama:" let me go there bi"

I saw my mom coming in my uncle's drive and told me to go home. Actually I'm not sincere. why is papa leaving so soon. why should papa ??

with a heavy heart I left papa's funeral.

pa , forgive Lia ..

Tegal Hours 20.00

I was still crying and locked myself in my room. I didn't want to eat. I just wanted papa back.

TOK TOK..

mama:" Lia, dear , open the door .. It's 8. don't be late for dinner, son."

i'm speechless.

TOK TOK..

mama:" open Lia , mama wants to talk for a second."

mama:" Lia already, do not cry papa. papa will cry too."

my mother wiped my tears.

mama:" mama wants to talk, Lia does not papa will continue school in the village aja. Lia want to ??"

me:" Yes, I don't pa pa "

I am not refusing to go to school in the village. Because for me it's the same, even I can go to papa's funeral every time, because the distance from school and the cemetery is very close.

deflected day.

I started enrolling, and it just so happened that my cousin Kaka (risma) was at that school. My cousin took me to school to enroll.

ka Risma:" deck , brother inter ya to school. bentar kok there, just a list aja "

i'm :" well ka "

the school was quite far from home. because our village road downhill and uphill. made me overwhelmed on the way. let alone we just walk. I can not imagine if I go to school later. every day we have to take a long road..

me:" I'm tired, let's rest first"

ka Risma:" in a moment our deck until. Come on this will just waste time.we will rest until school.there will be a canteen there."

I was forced to continue my journey.O Allah is tired, I did not expect this difficult life after the absence of a father figure.

about 20 minutes drive from home to school.it was crowded.I easily get friends.and sometimes there are people who whisper like they are talking about me.

my face is so beautiful and foreign like an outsider makes me the center of attention.

shhh..

that's how the rumors of a child there staring at me.

I'm tired. I just want to go home. This kind of situation makes me uncomfortable. What's wrong with me ? is there anything wrong with me, until they speak in whispers but a cynical look leads me.

I have no idea, maybe because it comes from the village of culture gossip is very thick in the village, but who would have thought they even approached me and invited me to get acquainted