Hijrah the Rebel Girl
Story

At an unexpected moment, There also misses getting extraordinary wisdom when a beautiful female figure approaches him and asks.”Dek... where is the place of sale?” Ask in a soft tone and wakefulness.

Miss looking at it by prouched.”Here only if you want to sell.”Said Rindu by showing the direction of the side that is still empty on the right while on the left has been eliminated with people who sell chilli and also some other types of vegetables. “Soal later if selling there later afraid of being expelled by the market officer.”Rindunya continued while pointing at the place where the direction was in front of him. There has often been evictions because it disrupts the road, even though many are selling there because he said there is more in demand. Maybe because of the access of people who just entered maybe yes...

The beautiful woman who turned 25 years old smiled at Miss.”Oh yaudah.. thanks ya dikk.. I sell here only if so. I ride the lapaknya a little yes,”Jawabnya gently and politely make Miss smile and then just cuddle.

Then Miss looked back in front of him and looked at passers-by but had not bought his trade. Maybe because it is still morning to make the market not many people. “Mas.. here.!” Longing to turn his gaze again to the beautiful woman beside him earlier, the long-haired woman who waved her hand towards the end of the road with her smile. His long hair even swayed in the back.

Longing to sharpen his eyesight because it was still dark, when he sharpened it he saw the figure he was called’Mas'ini yadi it is a figure who is quite old. Maybe his age of 50 or 60 years makes him stunned. Who's that figure? The soul of the kepo in man is a natural thing, right?

The woman whose hair was as straight as a waist and smiled at the approaching figure while carrying the sack of his face and was reciprocated no less sweet and sincere by the figure of the old man in front of him. “Adek sells it here?” tanyanya gently.

The woman seemed to nod while helping the man down his things. “Iya. Says the adeknya later there it was evicted.. so here aja engak nothing.” He then looked at Miss who was staring at him flatly.” Sorry about the deck. We just sold here. Just this time try it because he said a friend here is quite selling.”Said with his smile.

Miss who heard it nodded and smiled a little.”Yes, it's okay. After all, here is a rame and quite a sell-out mbak. Problem is here the market is only once a week.so it is natural yes.”Missing made them smile.

“Yaudah. Let's sort and arrange our goods.”The woman told the old man. I miss just stealing to look. Because he kepo acute level to the two men lawa type. Is that her husband? Is her husband that old? It's old, white, but I'm done. You know yes.Hair alone has turned white at this time makes Miss unsure. But is that her brother? Or dad? Akh... if his father was in his time he called him a mas? Oh Miss sure.. That's his brother. But how is it different?

Miss shook her head to throw away the thoughts that haunt her brain quickly because she did not know what to do. Then he looked back at the woman and the man. There the man tidied up all his things and the woman just helped arrange and also sat down. And it turns out they sell palm sugar, smoked river fish and also some vegetables...

After that miss seeing the old man kiss the perempuan forehead it makes his acute sense of kekepoan added so. He can't ask again.”That's who mbak Rin is?” That is not Missing.but the person who sells next to him misses.

I miss looking at those mothers. His mother is a gossip monger here. Miss is not a person who likes gossiping the make him never come, if he follows the sign he also does not like the person. “Not know bu.”Miss is short and clear to make the mother silent because Miss is known to be ignorant and arrogant. Maybe it's because he's the one who rarely talks if it doesn't matter.

Miss seeing the woman with sadness.”Mbak..”His post made the woman turn to Miss.”Very pretty mom. How old is he?” Ask Miss honestly. Because the skin is very white and clean even though it is still morning and dark.*** beauty aura is still emanating clearly.

The woman fell for Miss.”I am still 26 years old Dik.”Answer again. His voice is very polite in contrast to the voice of Miss who is like a man's voice alone makes Miss quite inseciur with his voice.” How old is his sister? I think maish is easy yes. still class 1smp hehe."He said honestly.

I miss smiling. “Oh.. the calculation is age mbak 24 or 25 kak hehe. Sister ageless bang.”Answer Miss.”And the age of Miss is still 16 mbak. It is class 2SMA. Not Smp hehe."Continue Missing.

The woman rounded her eyes and her lips made a small o.”Oh kirain you maish Junior High. You see your face is so cute hehe.”Answer with a cry. Because Miss is still cute. High factor homesickness is only 155.

Longs chuckle.”Yes brother. I also buy shoes that are the same as selling them. Said I was still in Junior High School, “Jujur Rindu. “Btw mbak. was his brother Shoot ya?” Tanya Rindu to mbaknya because can not stem the kekepoanya. Whether it was her husband or her father. But he was afraid if his words and questions were wrong and it would surround the figure in front of him. instead he asked with alibih brother only.

The woman looked at Miss with a skirt.”The guy on deck? Who helped mbak?” The question again made Miss nod confirming. “That's husband brother dek hehe. Are you old, dek? “Tanyanya with her sweet ruckus.

Long to prattle innocently then stare at the woman silently.”Why is it surprising ya hehe.”Said the woman without any shame or sense of unworthiness. Even Miss can see if the woman is proud of what she is.

He saw that his mother was breathing. Without Missing to realize if they have not yet known the name. The mama nodded.”It used to be difficult people know not dek.”His words made Miss wink innocently.it looks like the mbak very open person until the story.”Later if you marry do not kayak mbak ya dek. Enough about rasain. Because you look very good the person.has helped mbak dapet lapak. We don't know at all. There was her sister, no one wanted to answer. On saying it was their stall and they were reluctant to share.”Sad speech. He was already looking for stalls elsewhere, but only here he was accepted.”Maybe because mbak people new times ya.”Further.

Miss nodding. The market life is hard. If we are not hard then we are oppressed, even if the market people are all hard. Why do you miss sharing a box? It was because of her Ummy message. Because he said people who sell in the market is not to enrich themselves. They are only looking for food for today and tomorrow. Just like them, so help them then God will suffice our needs, because God is all-seeing and all-knowing. Do not be afraid to share stalls and fear endless and rivaled merchandise. For the Lord's constant.

Out of nowhere and how to sell generally longs always run out without rest, even if it is only a little. Usually if you are left alone then Uminya will share with people around the house who are not targeted because they do not have money. There's no loss. It's just an advantage. That is the mercy of Allah, therefore, we must leave everything to Allah...

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His mother looked at Miss with sorrow. “Mbak was married. This is my second husband. Just got married five years ago.”His words made Miss approach and hear his story. “The first husband is very handsome. Our needs are also very fulfilled by him, even we have a car and motorbike.”The next made Miss nod.

His mama seemed to be holding back tears, reddened eyes. Miss does not know what to do but listen, because she is not a reliable tranquilizer like other women. “ But yes it is. Ma'am is not happy at all married to him, he likes to get drunk.he likes to hit mbak. every home drunk he hit mbak and maksa mbak to have sex husband and wife. And it hurts so much. Where you were beaten and forced. You are like a raped person.”Said with his hoarse.

Misses looking at him nanar.” And again he could not accept the lack of knowledge from people who were not rich. So mbak always insulted at home, if you want to makek car alluded’Kam if you do not marry me you will not be able to have a car kek gini.’ And it hurts a lot, you hurt a lot. Sampek on mbak no longer hold marriage with him. We divorced when the wedding was two years old. And shoot already born mbak child who was nine months old at that time”True again.

“And after that it feels like not to marry again but the child mbak need a father figure mbak mbak not want the child mbbbak no father, and mbak jga must work. A mother's life makes her stress.. But God help mbak. Someone who is an adult comes. Giving milk to children. Giving us a place to bertedu.samek he ngerlamar mbak and mbak accept because it mbak need a backrest. And he is very good, can nerima mbak as it is.”Continue with a smile.

“Tadi.husband mbak. He's old but he can appreciate it. She is 4 years old and her daughter is now five years old. But he never hit me at all. Whatever he does if it's wrong, he never snapped. She always talks sweet and smears my head baby. He is a very gentle and kind figure, although we do not have a car and also luxury goods though but our lives are very happy. The child he accepted, even the child mbak very dear to him. My son is more happy than his funny brother hehe.”He chuckled while wiping away his tears.

Miss pranks on hearing it” Where her papa went she wants to come along. We have a garden too. And he never pushed me too much work. Mbak work is not because he is the mistress but because mbak bosen at home. because the child mbak mbak like to play at his grandmother's house home in-law mbak. Mbak in-laws are also very good, mbak and mbak children are very welcome with them. They love the same kids. In fact, they never tipped the past mbak or mbak child mbak is not the son of a husband mbak. They are very good until they feel alive now very happy. God is so good, same mbak. Sampek husband mbak now already nyimpen money dibank for the cost of children mbak later school if he already died.”Further again.

Misses who heard it helped shed tears, because this story is sad in the eyes of Miss. then she was surprised by the figure of mothers who sold beside her earlier.”It's true, bund. I do that too. My first husband was like his bull. But Nauzubillah said that until I was hit by an animal cake. By the way we know no.”His mouth. it turns out that he was nagging from earlier made Rindu graze looking at him.

Mother's mother wiped her snot. “ I divorced her and married my current husband. My husband is a great item, only his eyes and teeth are white. But yes it was.he was different from my first husband. He could never sell me, save enough money. I was dear and appreciated even though he was short, bulleted and black. But I want to be much happier me he..”hereinafter again with passion tell it.

“Iya. actually Bund. The first marriage was physical. But if already married and menggerasain all our kayak. surely nyesel and nikah both must be looking for the usual that is important both and understanding.”.Next up is that beautiful..

“That's yes.. if I meet my husband's manta it feels like I want to hit a brick pack. I was told to work when I wanted to eat. Padapalkan he's a husband, he's working a lot of money, but he instead gave me half a salary. Half his salary was for cheating on him. I was told to make more money for the kitchen. There is no reason for my husband.”

“That's why I asked him to come after he got caught cheating on me from me. I can't stand inner eating and also shed tears. Yes, honestly yes. I want to be happy, not suffer. Luckily we had children so I could be free and have no problems for her ketek. And now I married already have two children.although they are items like his father's reluctance they can bragain morals and affection of his father to other children.”.Further again.

And there Rindu fell silent. Very very quiet and overwritten concrete beams. As if awakened to reality. That marriage by looking at the physical alone will make us regret in the future, marriage is also very influential on our children, where children will not be able to just do the physical papa. Children need happiness and warmth, just like the heart. Then life will not be happy.meksipun he is rich though but he can not appreciate his pairs. Then our hearts become its tarhan. When a husband cannot respect us, we are not wives. But animals alone are animals that ask for love.

And this is where I miss learning. If the handsome and rich alone can not always make you happy, and the ugly does not always make your life grieve. Because if you have done it, that's where we can appreciate who is valuable and who is trash.

(note. This is a true story, this is the author's story.. So hopefully a lesson)