The Power of the Female Heart

Chapter 2, zainab adoption

The story of the village girl who worked hard to make a living for her own school even though she had parents but never felt the love of both was probably due to the busyness of her parents who demanded to be concerned work of his children

My name is Zainab I grew up in a poor family every day we have to slam bones in order to meet the needs of life

Every day my work is fried trading, the morning I go to school and the afternoon I sell around the village, the rupiah coffers I collect to buy my school supplies

I walked around from 15:00 wib until my trade ran out

" fry-fried people buy who want to let - mari "

I offer my merchandise, days go like that, at some point I accidentally spill all my merchandise ,I was afraid that I would be angry with my mother and then I went to run to Grandma's house which was not too far away

"Grand may I stay here "my spirit

"can you see what kind of tumben want to stay here" asked my grandmother

I also told the real incident to grandma, then she smiled while rubbing my head, indeed from my grandmother I could feel affection

The last bright time now turned dark it meant it was night, all my family was looking for me starting from my father, mother, and brother

I don't know where they knew where I was at Grandma's house until they picked me up and I was brought home

In my little heart I said

"it turns out as bad and as hard as my parents to me there is still affection for me"

I am an 11-year-old child who is still in the 5th grade of Elementary School, currently do not understand the meaning between educating in siplin and educating hard

time passed quickly until the end of my studies in elementary school

I am confused about where to go after this , looking at the economic condition of my family , if only relying on the income of fried sales will not be enough I think

At that time there was a friend of my aunt who came to the house his name was Bu munah, he told me that he was looking for an assistant who would be placed in his shop

Hearing their conversation I dared myself to apply for the job

"I'm sorry ma'am if I can sign up at mom's store after school "in my warm tone

"what do you really want then by chance all of you later let you go home with my daughter alone" replied the munih mother

How happy my heart finally I can continue school without having to burden my parents, I swing my footsteps towards the store Bu munah all you want to know the location

On the way I met my friend named Linda

"Hi Lin "what am I, he asked where are you going ?I said I wanted to walk around I didn't say I wanted to see my job tomorrow, because if I told you that there he was feeling sorry for me, but I didn't like being loved

Step by foot, Alhamdulillah his end until also quite a distance from my house but it is okay for my future

to the next day I went to the store Bu munah because today I have not started school so all day I can learn to serve the buyer in the store I thought

It turns out that being a seller is not as easy as I imagine, must be smart to hide our fatigue from buyers

I have not answered the offer of the taste suddenly ,kring -kring -kring no phone came in and told me that at this time Mum munah with her husband had an accident

I was silent my mouth was locked can not say anything because of the shock of the sangking, then I told the news to the son of Bu Munah sindy name

"Non Sindi who was patient earlier I got a phone he said Bu munah had an accident "non sindy was crying incessantly

Then we went to the hospital to visit Bu munah, he suffered a broken bone which resulted in not being able to do activities in the store

Then after he realized, I immediately called him to the ICU room

"Zainab nduk sorry if I was wrong but because of the situation of mothers like this forced to close the mother's shop first until it really recovers" I nodded in response to the decision ,although in my heart I was confused where else I would find rupiah coffers to pay for school needs

I pensively myself in the corner terrace of my house which measures only 4 times 5 meters it is ,my shadow is wondering if I do not work then how if I look for a new job it could be because my time is only half a day after school

The voice of Adzan magrib has reverberated as soon as I take the water of ablution and I stir everything to the ruler of the universe,

From the living room my parents noticed me actually in their harsh upbringing without me realizing I had built my character a teenage girl who could already be said to be responsible for her

"Patient master this is a test for you maybe Allaah will give you a more decent job again "he Ma'am

Sometimes I feel jealous of the lives of my peers where they can play relax without thinking about the cost of school, but I am still grateful even though I can still feel the school

At one time I was contemplating in the park without me realizing there was a husband and wife who noticed me from then on the husband and wife was taking her son to play

They approached me wondering about my activities and my name

"Your name is who you want to be alone"

"My name is Zainab" I replied

The mother introduced herself

"If my name is Riska and this is my husband Andi and that's our son Rangga"

The mother offered me food and drink, well they wish I had a family like this maybe I would be very happy

I was then between them to my home page, and then my parents also let them go inside, everyone's pleasantries until in their conversation there was my name called,it turns out that my parents told me about my struggles with school

At the end of their conversation all , Riska's mother also had the initiative to raise me to be a child yes , my parents also asked for time to think first

The end of my parents' approval led me to a better future than now

I was also enrolled in a favorite school

Thank you Miss Riska and BPK Andi who have accepted me as part of your family I will always remember your services

Love you forever