Back to Your Heaven
Not going to college because of pity on the parents

Day after day, Isma every morning slalu activities like that. At last, he was in Class 3. Graduation day has arrived.

Early in the morning it was like normal school. He sat on his bench while waiting for the homeroom teacher to come with the graduation letter.

One by one the students were called.

"Let's open it together...!".Said the teacher

After all the parts. The homeroom teacher ordered to open the graduation letter.

"Bismillah first the children.... We open together."

"Bismilohmanirohim........" Say all the students while opening the paper.

All screaming... Hugging....

"Thank God....." The teacher smiled

"Everybody graduated...?!"

Isma is impatient, it feels like she wants to get home to give the graduation results.

"Mothers... Isma's home...!!" Isma shouted from outside the house

Then she gave me a letter to my mother.

"Thank God, son, you graduated."

"Yes Mom..." Isma answered with a happy smile.

"Oh yes Ma'am in a week after school, I want to go to school..?"

"Yes..." Answer mom while nodding her head.

"Oh.iya son after graduation do you want to go to college..?" Ask mom

"Almost all Isma's friends went to college. But Isma chose to find work first, ma'am..?" Answer isma

"All right.." Answer mom

Though in his heart Isma really wanted to go to college, only he could not bear to see his father and mother tired of slamming bones trading to finance his college.

Today is school farewell day. Still in the morning Isma has been escorted by mother to the salon. Isma dressed in her kebaya. Isma was seen pangling that day.

I met Isma with her friends. It was the last day of school. Isma took pictures with her friends with her teachers.

"No feeling Mom... Isma has been here for 3 years... The school Isma dreamed of." Isma said to her mother.

"Yes son.. Thank God you have made your dream come true." Answer mom

The next day Isma was able to relax at home. Because it's just waiting for the diploma to come out.

Suddenly a teacher sent a message that there was one company that needed labor through tests to school. The test can be done by anyone who is interested. The test will be conducted seven days later. Without thinking long Isma immediately list and want to take the test.

A week later Isma went to school. He started filling out forms.

"Bismillah... Hopefully there is sustenance here." said Isma while starting to write.

One by one the questions on the form Isma answered.

Then start the Isma Test of color, mathematics, English, height and so on.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Test today is finished, we will selection in advance. We'll be back in a week." Clearly the committee.

Then everyone disbanded.

That day Isma looked tired.

Arriving at home, Isma immediately laid her body on her favorite mattress.

"Cape yes Is... How did it go...?" Ask mother.

"Not yet the results come out, ma'am, he said he will be notified seven days later. Doain Isma yes Ma'am, hopefully there is Isma's sustenance there. "

"Yes. aamiin. I'm praying for you mother's children." Answer mother.

The next day Isma slalu waited, hoping for an incoming SMS. One.. Two. three... For seven days there was no news.

Until Isma thought that he might not be accepted into the company.

Until the eighth day...

Cring... Isma's voice sounds a sign there is an incoming SMS. Then Isma opened.

"Sister Isma Febriyanti is expected to be present tomorrow at our company at 08.00 to conduct an interview, because Isma Febriyanti's sister is declared to pass the Test."

So roughly fill in the SMS.

"Mother.... Mothers... Isma passed the Test....!!" Isma yelling.

The next day Isma was neat in a black and white uniform and her shoes.

Then he left for an interview.

"Sister Isma... Please comein..!"

Then Isma entered the room.

"Assynoltom... Madam.."

"Waalikalight... Please sit sister Isma. "

There he talks about everything. One by one Isma's questions answered. Until there is one question that makes Isma think a bit.

"Will Isma's sister be willing to stay in the mess if she works later...?"

"What is the obligation to stay in the mess ya ma'am..?" Isma turned around to ask.

"Yes... Here karyawati must stay in mess if not married." Answer the mother.

"Alright, I'm willing Ma'am." replied Isma firmly.

Isma thought she had to study independently.

"Well, if you're willing, from Monday Isma's sister has already started working."

"Oh .. yes.. well. thank you very much ma'am..!!" Answer Isma.

Then Isma went out of the room.

With a happy face Isma came home. Isma came home still afternoon. Isma went straight to the market where her mother was selling.

"Mom.. Isma's starting work on Monday."

"This is really... Alhamdulillah yes...." Answer mother.

"But Ma'am... Isma there must stay in mess. Mom allowed it..?" Ask Isma.

"Mom will allow Isma... As long as it's a positive thing." Clearly the mother

"Thank you, Mom..."

Day by day Isma had started to prepare all his needs later there. I can't wait to find my own money.

He had all the clothes he was going to bring. Until the Sunday.... The last day he was home.

"Let's go, ma'am..."

"Everything is ready Is....?"

"Already Ma'am." replied Isma.

"Nobody missed Is..??" Ask mom

"God, there is no ma'am.." Answer Isma

Then Isma and mother left the house. Isma said goodbye to her father.

"Sir.. Isma left first yes. doain Isma may be a successful person." Isma said while kissing her father's hand.

The journey from home to work was long. Spending four to five hours.

Arriving at the mess, Isma immediately met mess's mother.

Isma gets acquainted, then mess's mother shows Isma's room.

"This is Isma's room.This is room 1. There are 20 rooms. And one room consists of 9 people." Obviously mother mess.

"Oh yes, ma'am... Thank you very much."

Isma and her mother went into the room. There are 8 people there. The same age as Isma.

"Mother's put mom's son away... Isma starts working here tomorrow. And will stay with you." Isma's mother told Isma's friend in the room.

"Yes Ma... May Isma stay with us." Answer them.

Then Isma's mother entrusted Isma to the mother mess.

"Mother.I put my son here. If he is guilty, just scold. If there's anything tell me yes Mom."

"Good Mom.. " Absolute mother mess

"Isma. mother go home first yes... Fine here. Do not forget to pray five times. And don't eat late." Mother's message to Isma.

"Yes.. Madam.." Answer Isma

Then Isma's mother turned her back and returned home.