Wanitaku Great Warrior

hope is collapsing

Seen all the neighbors crowded in front of the house, I ran quickly to see what happened. The blazing fire burned all the uniforms, and the other tools. I cried as I did, and my father came up to me and slapped me.

plaques!!! 3 Times you slapped me.

"Basar child does not know it is lucky, it is delicious you can eat and sleep in my house. Now want to embarrass you" said the father as his eyes glared.

Blood came out of my mouth because of that slap.

"Now you, get out of this house and bring all your belongings, never come back with the child in your stomach.

"Mother.mom I'm not pregnant" I snatched at mom.

"your father never lied to mother, go away you. It's usually just embarrassing" said the mother.

"Pack your things and get out of my house quickly" said the father furious.

I got up and entered the house, I packed my old, faded clothes into a big plastic bag. My school equipment was left with nothing but what was inside my bag, I hurried to put in everything that was right for me.

I came out with a school bag and a big bag of plastic. Neighbors just sneered and said to me, without knowing the truth. My feet were walking towards the highway, I was in my mind going to look for boarding for a few weeks before my graduation. I can't give up on the situation, I can still hang on with my savings.

The wound that was inflicted on my heart is now growing again. And there was no room left intact for a new wound, my only family drove me away.Any possible force with me leaving the house will change the fate of every member of my family. I have to go where I ask in my heart. There is no way I can go to the house of Ms. Asna, because I always tell good stories about my family. I walked towards the settlement near the school after walking 30 minutes from home.

Looks like there's an old house that has been worn out with "RECEIVE PRINCESS COST". With puffy eyes I approached the house, and knocked on the door.

"Assalamualaikum" I said

"Waalaikumsallam" a voice came from inside.

"Is it right here to accept the cost of ma'am" I asked.

"Yes right deck, cheap, only 100 thousand a month" the woman explained.

"I want to spend Mom, my name is an image. Priscilla image" I explained while greeting the woman.

"Oh, yes, my son, Bu Rita, the owner of this house, let's go in" he asked.

We both entered the house, the atmosphere of the house was so quiet. The wall of the wall is painted white clean, the floor is just ordinary cement tiles. And the boarding mother seemed like a friendly and kind woman to be seen from the first impression we met.

Ms. Rita opened the room, with the bed only one in the corner of the room. There was a closet in the room.

"Son image, but I'm sorry that here the bathroom the water has to come from the well" he explained to me.

"It's okay ma'am, the important thing is that I can leave here" I replied.

"There's a kitchen in the back, you can use that. And again usually I finish praying, maybe it will make you disturbed" stressed ya again

"Oh, yes ma'am it's okay" I said.

I was welcome to go in the room, I closed the door and Ms. Rita sat back in front of the television. I saw that she was a gentle woman and did not like to flirt, her son must have been lucky to have a mother like her.

Until 7 pm I walked and found a boarding house for myself. It's certainly near school