the story of my life journey

in town B

my body feels tired in the rickshaw because it has not reached the destination, the color we have never been to town B in the street we asked again to the person ,

the largest mosque in the city B.

and it turned out to be close to the masjit and we have arrived.

we don't know where to rest because we don't know where Lia's going

Lia is my husband's big brother's son,

Lia lives in the town of B sendri and at school right here ,

previously, the big brother and his wife and family lived in the city of B but somehow the story returned to the hometown ,

maybe it's better to live in your own village than in a village.

It's Liah who might help us here to find a place to stay.

we don't have any phone at all so don't know what to call Lia.

finally we slept in a mosquito pedicab very lucky tonight because it is free to suck our blood,

yes we slept outside the magnificent masjit that seemed to dare to enter it.

in the morning my body felt sick all because of sleep sitting not sleeping on my back as usual.

the next morning we wanted to find a rental house

it was his home but expensive.

because the rent of the house was expensive we did not rent it so we finally went to the streets again,

thank God after the afternoon we met with Lia and we were taken to rumh kosnya ,

because it costs to cwe my husband can not enter finally he sleeps in a poor rickshaw rickshaw so that again it is not possible for me to sleep in a rickshaw also while my son is still a child,

in the city of B pedicab we do not want to be boarded by mucin passengers because our rickshaws are closed while in the city of B the becaknya house is open because it becak we have no passengers.

but sometimes there are good people who ride our rickshaws, sometimes,

if the husband is rickshaw I sit alone with the child waiting for the return of the husband in the city park.

I see all the activities of people in the park there is a garden cleaner in the morning in the afternoon many people play there who sell kasian skunk sales I can not buy it because there is no money, I have no money,

the money the husband is looking for can only be made to buy gasoline for a motorbike and a pack of rice,

a pack of meals together because my son is still breastfeeding so we only eat once a day even for dinner how sad I am.

but for the sake of overcoming suamai want difficult or even happy I have to follow my husband wherever he goes..

every morning I must have seen the garden cleaner was a father, and I asked him how long he had been working here? already said. when you apply for a job here what to use izasah ?

yes said.

hah, gone is my inner hope plan I want to apply for work in this park also because the park is quite wide I think but I do not have a izasah.

and I saw a mother collecting used aqua bottles and used aqua cups and I was curious and asked what the secondhand was for sale, said the mother,

means this mother is my inner scavenger.

I also started looking for used goods like that mother even though there was approval from the husband of almost a plastic I collected.

when my husband came here, what he said!

honestly for now I feel sad, and funny, and also for my silliness at that time,,,.

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