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Chapter 4. Life is difficult.

Alin again looked at the table of ashes of both parents and both parents-in-law, sighing many times due to tired of serving the behavior of her husband who really does not care about his family.

Never help, ask what you want to help never at all.

It felt like he was screaming with all his might and complaining and crying lamenting his fate at this moment. But Alin must remain sane, trying to make a living for the survival of his two children.

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Shops.

"Sir," Alin said to customers who had just arrived. "What do you want to buy?" tanyanya.

"Buy the same celiter rice as a quarter egg," replied Mr. Yulan.

"Yes wait a minute, Miss," Alin replied and weighed the ingredients and handed them to the buyer.

"Thank you Alin, here's the money." Yulan gave the groceries money which turned out to be less than the calculation.

"Sorry, the money is less ceng go (one thousand five hundred rupiah)." Alin showed Yulan less money.

"Ah time anyway, isn't it right?" tanya Yulan had calculated the exact amount of her groceries.

"Yes ci, the price of rice again rose a second (one thousand rupiah), the eggs also rose (five hundred rupiah). That's why it's less," Alin replied.

Yulan certainly grunted in annoyance. "Why didn't I say daritadi, I could cut down on the groceries."

"That's the note and I've stuck it there to make it look Miss, all the trees are up so sorry," Alin replied showing a sticky paper with her hand on Yulan.

"Yes, then the lack of note in the book. Tomorrow if shopping again here I pay," said Yulan.

Alin let out a long breath and nodded. "Yes, I wrote in the book. But don't forget to pay ya, make capital again."

"Yes bawel, your men's panties are fierce. You're so fucked up!" sindir Yulan before leaving her stall.

Alin did not listen to the words of the syndirian, but he tried not to be inedible with emotion and chose to say a word of praise to the creator.

Then he went back to the table and recorded Yulan's name in a list of buyers who owed her at his grocery store.

Alin checked the names on the list of books, there are buyers who want to pay on their own consciousness. Some are willing to pay after being billed many times, not even a few of them are not willing to pay.

Until Alin forgets his own notes, because the ink in the book has been lost eroded by time.

"Yulan, Monday 15 December 2003. Debt ceng go," muttered Alin while noting it in the book. Then put it in a drawer containing important notes.

A look at the clock had indicated the time of Yuan's return from the school, as well as his stall had been deserted from the buyers. The young mother again closed the stall and picked up Yuan with the baby Marlina in a sling.

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Kanak-kanak Park.

Alin waited in front of the school gate and he smiled happily when he saw Yuan had walked out of the classroom.

"Mama!" greet Yuan spirit.

"Koh Yuan!" sahut Alin welcomed him.

"Mama, dede Marlina," said Yuan to kiss the baby's sister.

"How was school today? Learn anything?" ask Alin as usual.

"Today Sturdy made the same coloring paper plane can be champion 2," Yuan replied while showing his 3rd finger. "Eh this is wrong 3," said Yuan immediately turning his finger into 2.

Alin chuckled at the sweet little mistake. "Great solid then, Mama is happy to hear it," Alin praised as he rubbed the top of his son's head.

"Yes dong, Yuan is Mama's son," Yuan replied proudly to himself.

Simultaneously, a Yuan homeroom teacher approached Alin. "Good morning Mam" said Yuan's teacher Hera.

"For Ma'am," Alin replied respectfully.

Bu Hera smiled and rubbed Yuan. "Yuan's son is smart Mam, he's also active in the classroom. Asked a lot and always wanted to know, only Yuan still likes to be angry in class and always angry if he can not finish things well."

"Is that so?" alin asked as he looked at the bowed Yuan.

"And it often happens because it is a child like this still can not distinguish what is right and what is wrong. So Mam, Yuan's angry habit can still be eliminated. Most importantly continue to guide Yuan at home and keep him away from things that are not good" said Bu Hera explained.

Alin hugged Yuan and realized that his son's angry attitude must be due to always seeing his father's rude attitude at home. "Yes, thank you for your attention."

"Sama-sama and another Mam, next Monday the school will hold an event in order to commemorate mother's day and coincidentally our class will donate the choir. Later I ask Mama for help, help Yuan to memorize the lyrics at home yes," said Bu Hera told reporters.

Alin nodded in understanding. "Okay, I'll remember. Thank you," he replied.

"Together, then I stay. Be careful on the way," Bu Hera said as she waved her hand towards Yuan. "Bah Yuan's. Studying hard!"

Yuan returned the wave of the hand and smiled slightly. "Congratulations Ma'am," he said.

Alin led Yuan towards the motor park. "Yuan, next time you can't be angry. Moreover, angry with the teacher and friends in the classroom," he said giving advice.

"But it's not papa's word that anger means we love? Yuan was affectionate to the teacher's mother and friend, so Yuan was angry," Yuan replied innocently.

Alin was stunned to hear that, he was so angry when he found out that Yudi was educating his son incorrectly. "Yuan, anger is a bad deed. Sturdy can be shunned friends if often angry," his reply gave understanding.

"But Papa said, if Yuan is angry and fierce with friends later friends do not dare to mess with Yuan," Yuan replied.

Alin was getting his heart cut. "Not Sturdy, that's not good. Don't listen to Papa, it's not true. We must be kind, that we may always be loved by others."

The little Yuan certainly did not understand everything that his mother said, which was okay and which was not to be done.

And that was a PR for Alin himself in educating Yuan to better direct him to the right path.

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Homehouse.

"Yuan, open the shoes first!" alin told Yuan before entering the house.

"Yes Mah" obeys Yuan and implements the rules often applied by Alin.

While Alin immediately put the baby to bed, then opened his grocery store again.

Her gaze was fixed on her husband who was scraping the contents of the money drawer.

"You want what Koh?" ask Alin.

"Which money?" reply Yudi asked.

"Nothing, not yet a seller."

"Don't lie to you! No one bought it this morning?" bali Yudi did not believe.

"There is, only money Alin simple to make a deposit to Pak Marsan today," replied Alin.

"Here the cave wear first," pinta Yudi raised his hand.

"Can't Koh, yesterday our deposit was less. Less time, what else to do?" ask Alin.

"Have you not much cing cong! The cave wants to buy a drink for the malem," Yudi replied.

"Drink on! Rather than solidly spending money on useless things, why not help Alin to make money. Let Kokoh know how hard it is to make money! Our lives have been difficult Koh, so do not add hard with a Sturdy lifestyle that is useless!" sentak Alin was upset.

Yudi groaned in annoyance and snatched the small bag that was in Alin's hands. "Live the cave, you have no right to chat!" reply then take deposit money.

"Koh! No!" prevent Alin.

"Whisper you!" Sergey Yudi while slapping Alin until Alin fell. Then the man left with a satisfied smile while holding the money.

Alin cried and looked at Yudi with his regretful gaze. While Yuan was peeking out from behind the shop door, feeling trembling looking at him.

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Seriate.