Wrongfully

Chapter 3

people say I am not grateful at all and should be as I wish.

honestly I'm stubborn now, because when I just go along and surrender to the will of my parents, I'm even more devastated.

when I graduated Junior High School I was in front of 2 choices, namely SMA and SMK.

in the 3rd grade of Junior High there are many SMKs who introduce their schools.

supah.

DKV drawing, cool dress code too, language I like the lesson.

all of that I really do anyway.

but I am still confused between the three, but anyway it has entered there safe my mind.

I can't wait to graduate quickly.

but because all of my older children all go to High School, papa does not agree with me SMK.

if you enter SMK can not enter college. later you can get uniformed work.

that's the thought of the village of papa who equated the time he was young with my time now.

yes, the uniformed work was respected.

however, even the uniformed designers are rich.

he didn't listen to my reasons for entering SMK.

I was stubborn at first, but the family interfered.

stupidly I find the will of my father who knows the prestige and thinking of his village is always right.

he attached more importance to his prestige than my brain that began to be absent, the more days my thin hair gets thinner.

SMA is .. same as the others.

want to have friends, even become a messenger. try not to be silent when gathering, even in saying familiar.

so yourself, even in the say loner.

there were times when I was attracted to men, but not to have.

I just like to see it. Gini - gini I'm another normal girl

yeah, I'm interested...

but I'm not interested in his name.

befriend her for mercy.

uh even talking about dating .it's like suicide.

I don't like High School...

I didn't even have time to sharpen my drawing skills.

you know - tampa as I wish, if you want to enter the art department there must be a picture that will be sent.

how appalling...

the picture is not good, too long.

yes obviously I failed art college .

even I graduated in the department that I was just sending.

WOW.My father is happy...

my brother or sister didn't graduate from college...

majoring in Islamic communication, I think that's his creed on TV or radio.

but it's even a ustazah...

even just fine, this is learning Arabic, memorizing the Koran.

the mandatory task is not to understand, even told to memorize the Koran.

I graduated from High School usually bengong.

the worse I was the more shunned by the others.I realized I was very bad here.

england is happy.

and most of them understand except me.

I swear, I'm the stupid one in the stupid one.

from then on I started to shake my head.

I don't want to continue, obviously I'm angry papa...

the one who looked at me charm for college now looked at me lowly.

who does not know college just think of studying, graduating...

why aren't all professors now...

I can still think which nonsense is reality.

I really hate the village people who always naya but she already knows.

and kepo...