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There is information from the campus supervisor.
LIST OF RE-EXAMENERS
After my negligence in uploading the assignment, I immediately contacted Ms. Indi, the campus supervisor.
3 Days later there is a form for not uploading/not taking the exam.
At that time I felt lucky. God gave me another chance. How generous has God been to this man who is often negligent in remembering. But God never ceases to give, as bad as this self.
And today exactly a week later, the campus provides an opportunity for students who have not taken the exam.
"PETRICHORA AMELIKANA AZIZAH."
"God's Masya.. Thank goodness."
Next week I'm going to UAS.
"O Allah, make me Your servant who is always lucky" I said.
Suddenly tonight lightning strikes. Exactly August 1, 2021 the sky of Jakarta rumbles and rains.
I hope my exam is good, I hope to find my mother soon. I wish I could get a GPA of 3.00. At least you won't be considered a stupid human being.
GPA 3.00 is still not worthy of pride. At least it can save me from assuming people that I'm stupid if my GPA gets less than that. Even if it is less than 0.01. It will still be clearly visible 2.99. No HR will recruit you unless he's an angel who knows your potential. Take this, guys.
If they knew that behind the imperfect GPA there are many valuable experiences. I went to college while working. Work to pay the semester money and survive. There's a lot of sweat and a face that I've got on the back of the campus alma mater that I wore on the exam.
Lack of sleep and not learning. Which in the end you learn to be accepted to work in a better position and can be more appreciated.
Isn't that all a form of survival achievement? But why do we often lose just by numbers on GPA.
I hope I can finish college soon. I also don't want to be a student of the S1 fighter for long.
I will graduate to myself and those who love me. Because of them I will get a smile of pride.
Mother, father, grandmother, Junot, Om Yusuf...Aim....
Maybe Aiman will be proud of my achievements, but I don't want to expect that.
Time has shown at 22 .00 WIB. Before going to bed I pray hajat & witir. I'm afraid I won't wake up in the last third of the night.
"Lord, let me have a degree, give me a hint so that I can meet my mother" I cried pleading.
(The driver snatched)
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My eyes opened slowly. I felt like I was in a very bright place, but it was all white. Then there is a door. I entered that door.
Klekkkk.
"Aren't I in my own house?" muttered. This is grandma's house.
There's a baby on the swing. I walked up to him. I was surprised that the baby had eyes and cheeks similar to mine.
I heard someone whimpering in pain. I headed to a room with a white paint door.
"Mother?" I was surprised to see my mother in the room.
I was confused as to why he wasn't looking at me.
"Mother? This is Amel, ma'am.. Amel is here, ma'am.. Amel in front of mom why don't you look at me?" I tried to touch it but I couldn't.
I cried in front of him who was unaware of my presence.
"My mom can't hear me, she can't see me, so am I?" I looked at him myself.
It was like he was holding the pain in his chest.
"Why does mom's chest hurt?" ask the soul I can't touch.
Then he held the pain in his stomach as well.
The sound of a baby crying.
Minie..
(murmuring)
He immediately stood up and headed forward carrying the baby.
"Amel, the mother's son." he said as he held the red baby.
"Amel? am I really in the past?" I muttered not to believe.
I was crying so much.
Where is everyone? Why is there only my own mother? Is my father teaching? Where are grandma and grandpa?
Then I stood up, once again staring at the woman.
He went into the room.
"I'm sorry, ASI mom hasn't come out yet apparently. Mother has not eaten son, mother finds it difficult son.." she cried with her thirsty baby.
"The woman is not just in the room. Laundry piles. Having a child also can not snack, if the thirsty child immediately susui gausah wait screaming!" I looked straight at the painful sound. He was no stranger to his voice. My tears just spilled.
"grandmother?" I'm appalled. Why is grandma that bad to my mom.
I saw my mother's tears flowing profusely. She looks beautiful in her young age. His face was sad even though he was sad.
"What can't do." Grandma kept telling my mother.
My mother wiped her tears, made me formula milk. Grandma carried me who was a tiny little girl. It seems that my grandmother loved me very much but also hated my mother.
Why my mother's life seems so hard..
My body was accidentally pushed to the other door.
"Buddy Sumirah? Grandma?" I saw them sitting in the dining room.
"Didn't Grandma just carry me?" i'm rattled.
"A big girl has nothing. It's hard for parents" said Budhe Sumirah, who still has jet black hair. He said while squinting his eyes.
"Who's she lying to?" i wonder.
"Finally, use my money. Imagine, your sister's salary is not much. Anything yes "pull", a little bit yes call "pump".
Then I entered various doors where I saw 2 people who always spread slander about my mother. She's Budhe Sumirah & my own grandmother. It was as if there was envy and envy in their hearts.
I was sobbing on the floor.
"Mother, this is not fair to mother.I am even willing to return for the absence of my mother's origin never to marry my father who has a bastard family like this." I cried and kept crying.
Door to door even Budhe Sumirah and her husband actively spread slander to everyone, they provoked everyone to hate my mother.
"By Allah, I am not sincere in your treatment. I want misery at the end of your life, you have to pay your sins to my mother. Goddamn you!!!!!" my yelling.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh.." I woke up.
I rubbed my wet cheek.
"What dream did I have tonight. Did it really ever happen to my mother?"
When I woke up my chest hurt so much. Have I looked into the past?
What time is it?
Time shows at 02.00 WIB.
I finally cried. Then I took the water of ablution and the tahajud prayer.
"The poor mother. Lord, if my parents are alive, find us. Bring happiness into their lives, forgive their sins. Aamiin's."
