Maryati... Is True Love Struggle, Love And Devotion
chapter 1 Tough women

Maryati...

a very simple name, but his life is not as simple as his name.

She's a woman who lives in a crowded village.

15 Year old.

Her dishes were graceful, gentle, as well as full of manners.

His small body was slightly dark-skinned due to being exposed to the heat of the sun too often.

His attitude and daily life are very simple.

He was born into a family that did not have..

His father was only a odd job, and his mother also did not have a permanent job, so Maryati also contributed to meet the needs of their lives.

Every day, for Maryati, no time should be wasted without results.

Starting from waking up in the morning until the night before going to bed again.

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Like today....

Early in the morning he was awake, before his parents woke up.

As usual, there was nothing to eat this morning.

He grabbed the glass and filled it with cold water that was entered in the jug, and then gulped it greedily.

For a moment he thought..

What he had to do first, as if he had an answer.

He decided to wash his clothes and bathe in the river, so soon he gathered the dirty clothes that were scattered in every corner of his house, and then put them into the tub that he would bring to the river.

Not forgetting he prepared a sack, in case a lot of wood was washed away by the current, then it was his fortune.

He'll take her home as firewood.

Maryati rushed down the stairs of her house made of wood that had begun to age and weathered, visible holes in some corners of her walls.

The distance from his house to the river is quite far, but the streets are quite flat.

Along the way to the river, he thought, after washing.what else should he do, so as to ease the burden of his father and mother.

The river has been seen from a distance..

He sped up his steps, pinning a wooden bridge to get to the middle of the river to wash.

While washing, his eyes seemed to glance left and right, see if the wood was washed away.

Nearly half an hour of laundry was done.

Maryati went on to take a shower, she swam here and there, drowned and showed up.

For her, life is too heavy.when bathing like this she can feel free from the burden.

Maryati releases her burden in her way, that is by swimming in the river, there is no feeling of relief even if only for a moment and will definitely come back again.

After a satisfied bath, he went to the edge, began to collect wood, bamboo or anything that could be used as fuel.

After collecting 1 full sack, he decided to go home.

When girls his age are preening beautify themselves, not with maryati.

She has to let her teenage years disappear just like that, the color of her parents' incompetence, Maryati must accept the fact that she has to drop out of school.Maryati stopped her education in elementary school..

With both hands, he holds a sack filled with wood and then puts it next to his right hand by pinning it between his waist and arms.

While his left hand was clutching his laundry tub.

Maryati barjalan somewhat faltered, sometimes seen his body look good, but it did not recede his spirit to keep walking forward.

Arriving home.it turns out his father has left for work, with just a sip of cold water jug.

While her mother was at the end of the stairs, she seemed to be preparing to leave

"Where are you going, mak??"

Mary asks her mother..

"I don't want to go rough, who knows there's a windfall"

His mother always went to the market every day.

Not for shopping, but offering services to traders in the market who need any help.

In return, Masing's mother Maryati will get a wage of any kind.

Can rice.flour and sometimes money.

Maryati just nodded her head then she rushed up to get dressed then continued her work of drying the clothes that had been in her washing.

After all sunbathing, Maryati issued her findings in the river and then compiled her wood in front of the house,

because in front of his house the sun will be very hot when it is daytime.

"Berevess"

He said while patting both palms.

He rushed up to his house and docked the door by hooking a hook on one of the nails.

The old house no longer has a key, they use a rope tied to the door leaf then nails on the wall of the house as a hook.

It is not safe, but they are not worried, because there are no valuables they have.

According to them, thieves will not be tempted to enter their huts.

Inside there are only shabby mats, old cabinets where to store clothes, wooden dish shelves, some pans that have blackened on the bottom, as well as almost obsolete tableware.

Maryati stepped foot down a narrow alley, her steps halted in front of a semi-permanent house.

It was at this house that Maryati worked as a laundry worker.

His arrival was greeted with a smile by the owner of the house.

"You've had breakfast deck?"

Ask Maryati.

"Yet not.."

Answer her timidly.

Ita's mother smiled, and,,

Ibu Ita is very good to Maryati, she has considered Maryati as her own sister, maybe because Ibu Ita know the state of the maryati family.

"Yes, thank you mbak.later I cook her.I want to wash first.fear it will rain later."

The weather lately is difficult to guess, sometimes hot and then suddenly raining, but sometimes it looks cloudy and small drizzle and then suddenly bright.

"As far as you are, Mar.."

Reply Mother Ita. who is ready to go to work.

Maryati herself does not know what Ita's mother's job is.

A widow without children.

All she knew was that every morning she would leave for work and go home by night.

Maryati started her work, soaking all the dirty clothes.

While waiting, he cleaned the house Mother ita began to sweep, mop, clean the contents of the house, the last clean the kitchen and collect dirty dishes and then wash it.

When he finished, he washed the clothes he had soaked.

Elsewhere**

A middle-aged mother, walking through the market, entered from one store to another offering services.

It seems like today is not his lucky day, he only got 1 store that would accept his services to wrap flour, in return he got half a kilo of flour and 2 thousand rupiah money.

The sun began to rise, and the old woman's esophagus was whipped on the edge of the shop.

Gleck...

Instantly he gulped his saliva glancing towards the young coconut ice seller beside him.

His heart is eager to buy, but what is the power of 2000 money in the hand will be very meaningful if taken home.

He moved from his resting place and

back walk.

Maryati was done with her work.she was ready to go home, the clock pointed at almost 12 pm.

"Huh.pantas my stomach began to be noisy, it turned out to be midday"

Maryati smiled amusedly herself, she just remembered from this morning, her stomach was only in the water.

Before going home, Maryati remembered that Mother had told her to eat breakfast.

He walked to the kitchen and found the instant noodles that Ibu ita meant.

Maryati did not cook her but put her in a plastic bag, then she walked towards the cupboard to open and reach for the jar of sugar and tea.

He also put 3 spoons of sugar and 2 bags of tea in his plastic bag,

then she exited the house but before her, she made sure all the windows were locked.

Last time he locked the door of the house and put his keys in a flower pot on the terrace of Mother Ita, that's how it is every day.

Maryati stepped on her feet in a bit of a hurry towards her house.

On his way home, he appeared in the distance in front of a man he knew.

His mother walked with a look of fatigue.they met in the middle of the road.

Maryati quickened her pace, approaching her mother.

"Mother just got home??"

Her question welcomed the bag her mother had brought.

His mother just nodded, they continued on their way back home.

Upon arrival in front of the house, Maryati and her mother were astonished to see their door open.

They look at each other..

then immediately checked, as soon as they entered, Maryati's father was lying on their shabby mat.

"Why come home so fast??"

Ask Masning.

" Yes.material building runs out.when new enter again"

There are sad people who wear Masning's eyes, that means they will not have weekly money from the work of her husband, and that means again, they have to prepare for more fasting.

Maryati understood the sadness of her parents, she wiped her tears that had fallen melted.

He opened the bag his mother was carrying, and he saw a pack of wheat flour.

He also took out a bag that he brought from his mother's house.One pack of instant noodles and 2 tea bags along with sugar.

He's heating up water, over a wood stove. Brewing the tea, of course, will taste bland, because the sugar used is only 3 spoons for one large teapot.

Then he stirred the flour with salt water and fried it with used oil frying the salted fish overnight.

While his instant noodles he stored on a wooden plate shelf next to where he cooked, if tomorrow Mother Ita gave him more instant noodles to be enough for the three of them to eat.

Maryati stepped forward carrying a fried plate and a teapot of warm tea with a faint sweetness.

"What is Mar??.."

Ask her dad, though,

"Today we're going to be a luxury Bak.."

Her father knew that Maryati was lying to comfort the hearts of her two anxious parents.

Maryati smiled to serve the food she was carrying.

"Where did you get Mar tea?"

Ask mother..

"Oh.I was told by Ita's mother to have breakfast there, but I didn't cook her instant noodles and I brought her home with my tea and sugar rations there Mak."

Maryati.

His father and mother nodded, picking up the fry in front of them.

This afternoon, they were grateful to still be able to fill their stomachs even though it was not rice.

There is always hope that tomorrow their fate will change.

connect**