Masalalu Prison
Life is difficult

Princess Arini Elina is a 17-year-old girl who very rarely speaks, and is reclusive. Arini is the last of 2 children, he lives with his mother, and nephew, while his father and first brother died a few years ago.

Arini is not from a rich family, on the contrary, he is only the son of a gardener, but he still accepts the situation of his family is all short.

And he is now just sitting in High School at one of the schools in the sub-district where he lives.

Today, was the first day she entered school after a few weeks of class hiatus. Somehow he felt reluctant to go to school, maybe because he still wanted to enjoy his off days. Suppose the school was not because his mother told him to, he would not go to school and would rather work to help the economy of his family, but because given the sacrifice of the mother to send him to school was very hard, he said, inevitably he had to continue his schooling for the sake of his mother.

With a bent face Arini began to move his legs to go to school. Arini school on foot because the distance from the school to her house is not too far. About 15 minutes Arini walk along the vast vegetable garden and beautiful scenery, Arini house is located a little higher than the road to his school.

Not felt, he had arrived in front of the school gate where there were many students who had come to study.

The clock has shown at 07:00 am, the students have started to enter their respective classes. The school where Arini studied is a simple school because of its location in the countryside.

Entering the classroom, Arini went straight to her seat and put down her backpack.

"Es stone ...!" call a girl who has just arrived.

Hearing a voice that was not unfamiliar to him, Arini turned to the source of the voice. "What?" answer Arini cuek.

The sound of the bell was none other than the voice of his friend Mirae who always called him by the name 'Es stone'.

Somehow the thin, tall, disembodied girl called him by such a designation, probably because Arini rarely spoke and looked cold with friends around her. Stupidly Arini, she kept looking even though called like that.

With his right hand Arini smashed his best friend's hair.

"Heiii ..a very ruffled habit of my hair!" mirae said as she straightened her hair back and sat down beside Arini

"Hehe .. bodo very!" Arini smiled ignorantly at the babble of her best friend who she thought was not important to hear.

"That's a smile, even if it's not like, haha ..," said Mirae.

Just glanced and after that he snapped his best friend's head.

"Auwh sick bego ...!"peekkik Mirae's.

"Rasain, you've been there to your own seat!" throw Arini away while shaking his hand.

"No, I want to sit here!" reject Mirae.

"So, I can't. Sitting with you upsets my concentration, not to mention your radio-like mouth is broken. Very, very disturbing," ledek Arini.

"That's so much the same thing, watch out for your ice cubes." Mirae went to her own seat on the front row.

Not long after, the teacher arrived. All the students who were engrossed in their activities ended it and sat in their seats and prepared to start today's lesson.

The lessons begin immediately, the students calmly follow the lessons taught by their teacher.

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Without hearing the answer from her mother she went straight to the room to change her school uniform. She knew her mother must be at a neighbor's house doing laundry work. Seen in the mother's room, apparently his nephew Rizky was asleep.

Arini also went to follow her mother who was washing clothes in a neighboring house far enough from her home.

"Excuse me, Bude. Is my mother here? ask the owner of the house.

"Yes, Nduk, you go in!" Arini went in and went to her mother's usual place to wash her clothes.

"Oh, you've been washing your clothes for a long time? Let me continue to wash her clothes! Mother rested." while taking over her mother's position, but her mother refused.

After going through a long debate, Arini's mother finally relented while smiling knots.

"Sir, don't help mom, you can do it yourself. You go home, eat and learn to be smarter! I know you haven't eaten, have you?"

while stroking his daughter's shoulders, his mother's eyes slightly glazed to see her daughter had to work hard to help the family's economy that was increasingly stretched. A teenager of her age may be enjoying a wonderful adolescence, but not with her daughter, she has to help herself work.

Sometimes Rahmi–ibu Arini regretted not being able to make her last child live like the others, although her daughter never complained in the least. In the deepest heart of a mother who wants her child to live a difficult life like herself, whatever the mother will do for the happiness and success of her children.

Rahmi always prayed in every prostration, so that one day her last daughter could be happy always.

Without being answered in the slightest by Arini, she knew her mother said that because her mother felt sorry to see her. Not realizing Arini's tears just dripped in my eyes. Life is difficult, it takes extra energy to connect life in conditions like this.

The father who was supposed to be the backbone of the family, had already disappeared from this mortal world. But it does not make the rarely-spoken girl discouraged in her life, no matter what circumstances she must remain strong. No need for people to know what he really feels enough God and he himself keeps it.

The sun had already begun to sink his body, a sign of entering the night time. Arini and her mother came home, when at a crossroads suddenly a black jeep stopped and honked his car horn beside them. Suddenly the sound of the jeep car horn surprised the child and mother and they turned to the source of the sound.

"Good afternoon, Rahmi's mother. It just so happened to meet here," said the middle-aged man as he opened his car door and approached the two of them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Danuarto. Can anyone help?" rahmi said by bending her body slightly forward.

While listening to his mother talk to Mr. Danu, my eyes Arini glanced slightly towards the jeep car owned by the richest man in his village and he saw the figure of a young man who was playing his phone. But the glance did not last long, because his arm was touched by the mother, who grinded to bend a little body to Mr. Danu as a sign of respect.

"Look, Miss Rahmi. My niece from abroad just got home. So, can Bu Rahmi clean the villa up there?" he smiled a friendly smile at the two of them.

"Oh very well sir, when will I start cleaning it?"

"Maybe tomorrow, Ms. Rahmi, because if it's night now, it's night" Danu replied.

"alright, Sir. Tomorrow morning I will go to my villa. Thank you so much, sir!" Rahmi.

"Yes, Miss Rahmi, let me go first!"

"Enggeh please!"

After a conversation with Danu, they go home because it's going to be night and Rizky is home alone.