In Memories
part 1
Ziana Bilbina is a girl who does not give up the rigors of life. She was a girl who was only nineteen years old, but only one name made her give up on her first love. Never once did he forget the figure of his first love that had once adorned his days.
Beautiful girl with clean white skin with slightly narrow eyes and chubby cheeks and thin lips real pink increasingly make it look beautiful. Ziana was born into a simple family. He is currently studying at one of the elite universities. Ziana got a scholarship to be able to continue her studies because since sitting in high school always get a general champion so she can get a scholarship.
It was a drizzling rain that made lazy a beautiful girl who was still at home curled up in the blanket to start her activities, but a knock on her bedroom door made Ziana have to get up from her position.
Geck..Geck..Tok
It wasn't a subtle knock from a normal mother that woke her child up to sleep but rather to a door blow like a noisy person in the morning.
"Ziana woke up at 9 she said of your morning lecture" a 7-octave screamed from her mother to wake Ziana up.
"Yes mom, Zi woke up"
"Was sleeping again You mother broke this door".
"ih the habitual mom is still at half 7 said 9." Zi replied while shouting in annoyance at the Mother.
"Not where you want to wake up, wonder girls kok sleep like a kebo really." muttered Ibu Rina.
Inevitably Ziana got up and went out of the room to go to the bathroom and started cleaning herself, a small room was simple there was only a bed and a closet as well as a small dressing table in the corner of the room, and the room was small, there is no bathroom in the room.
In this house there is only one bathroom one for all so if there is one that is in a hurry then it must be queued even with various swabs coming out of each mouth. After bathing Ziana was ready - ready to start her activities to go to campus. Before that Ziana had breakfast first with her parents.
"Zi how are you going to college, son?" ask Risman Ziana's father.
"Alhamdulilah good to sir."
"Thank God that everything is smooth, you do not despair and be insecure even though we are not the same as them, demand knowledge well, if you are sure of what we aspire to, son, god willing, everything will be in accordance with what you expect." said Mr. Risman
"Okay boss, get ready to do hehe..."
Ziana replied with a respectful gesture like a soldier.
Yes Mr. Risman is his father Ziana who is only a traveling vegetable seller with his pick up car who always peddle his merchandise from dawn until noon sometimes if it is not finished he can drive around until afternoons. While Bu Rina opened a small laundry business - a small that is sometimes helped by his children if they are on vacation.
Ziana is two brothers she has a younger brother who is still sitting on the high school bench between the age of 3 years makes them like friends sometimes fussy sometimes get along making dizzy to her two parents. His sister named Zian alvonda who is handsome and tall is also as noisy as the brother.
"Zian where the hell did Bu Belom wake up what is semedi really not a child?" ziana asked her mother who was eating breakfast together.
"Are you my nanyain, kangen lo the same me?" zian answered who had just come out of his room and immediately sat down at the dining table.
"Ck, I really miss you.
"Setdah wait a moment why the hell, my breakfast bell." Answer Zian.
"No college or I live on this bike I use to campus." Ziana bullied Zian with her eyes glaring at him and she also ruffled her waist in annoyance.
"But you really, torture people not to be in the thud. I guess I've also been through this verbal torture." Zian who rented because of his breakfast time had to race with the time to leave.
"Eat him do not in a lot of molor lo, bad luck continues to be." Ziana who still does not want to lose if the matter of arguing with her sister, maybe it's a derivative skill from the famous mother queen gibah fashion mother - mother complex.
"This is me." Said Zian while drinking his warm sweet tea because it did not have time for breakfast.
"Mom, sir, we're leaving first."
"Assalamualaik." They spoke together after kissing the hands of their parents.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Mr. Risman and Ms. Rina.
After the departure of his two children Pak Risman and Bu Rina looked at each other.
"Your son, sir." said Miss Rina.
"Your son is also the time of only the son of the Father who made his own in lepeh directly so."
"my father could answer." Ms. Rina sneered at Mr. Risman's words but smiled as well. So do not be surprised if the children have the behavior of such models, well the culture is like that..
They always go out to college. If Ziana lectures early in the morning then Zian will take Ziana, and vice versa if Ziana there is a lunch lecture then Ziana will take Zian to her school. There is only one motorbike so inevitably have to change the clothes.
Although they mostly quarrel rather than get along but actually they love each other. In this simple house they are taught by their parents the meaning of harmony among family members, helping each other and sharing tasks together.
Initially, Bu Rina did not open a business but to ease the burden of the husband in the economy, especially for the needs of children who are increasingly suffocating, the idea of laundry clothes sparked, because the housing they live in is also a lot of workers even boarding costs there are so few people who do not have time to wash clothes choose an easy road with laundry clothes.
Ziana and Zian grow up to be good and obedient children willing to help two parents. If they are on holiday Zian helped around the sale of vegetables with the father who would have quickly returned home because the trade was running out. The cause is Zian with his handsome face and slippery mouth capital seducing mothers who easily buy Risman sir's merchandise.
While Ziana was busy laundry clothes to help the mother even though sometimes her mouth did not stop babbling because of cape but still she did it with a carefree heart because for her helping parents was one of their only devotion a little bit of what they got all this time.
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