
It does not feel the age of Alina's content is three months old, even almost entering the fourth month. The girl has rarely experienced morning sickness, although she still likes to get drunk when smelling certain scents.
Alina sat on the edge of her bed while counting the savings that had stayed a few more rupiahs. Inevitably the girl had to rack her brain to look for income.
"I have to what, huh? Looking for a job with my condition, is it possible?" muttered Alina while stroking her stomach.
The girl seemed to think hard, until she finally found an idea. Whether it was a good idea or not, Alina would definitely give it a try.
Alina wants to sell rice just like her late mother. However, he would not sell it in front of the house, but rather take it around in the next village.
"Ah, hope it works. At least enough for the cost of my daily needs. If more, thank goodness. Can be saved for the cost of labor later," muttered Alina with a smile.
However, that smile only seemed to be a blink of an eye. A few seconds later, the girl's face changed. He was sad to remember the day of his birth.
No one will give her encouragement, no one will worry about her condition and no one will pray for her and her baby's safety.
The girl's tears had dripped, but she quickly wiped them away. He did not want to look weak because he had promised himself that he would not give up on this hard life.
Alina is sure there will be a rainbow after the storm. That means there will be happiness that will welcome him if he manages to get through the rigors of the trials that he is facing right now.
"Mommy's company continues yes, Baby. Never give up because Mommy will never give up on all these trials either" Alina murmured.
Alina grabbed a piece of paper and her pen and then began to record what ingredients she needed to make the rice.
After finishing wrestling with the pen and paper, Alina decided to go to the market and buy the items she needed.
Yeah, it's still as usual. The julid neighbors on the right and left sides of his house are always in ON mode if he passes in front of them.
Although in fact Alina was used to the word 'Nyelekit' them, but the name of the heart, not infrequently made Alina feel stifled and back in despair.
With a quick step, Alina stepped her foot. He wanted to quickly get out of the alley so that the painful sounds disappeared from his sense of hearing.
Alina was in front of the alley. That means he is already at a safe point from his neighbors. Alina again continued her steps, but this time the girl walked over casually.
Upon arrival at the market, Alina immediately bought the necessary materials she got from several stalls. With her hands full of groceries, Alina again stepped foot into her residence.
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Next day.
Early in the morning, Alina was carrying a basket of rice that she had wrapped. Unabashedly, Alina carried the merchandise around to the village next door, where it could still be seen by the crowd.
That morning Alina felt very grateful because it did not take long the merchandise was sold out. Not in vain he went around offering his merchandise to the citizens and he was even more eager to do it again tomorrow.
"God, thank You for all the blessings you have given us today. Hopefully tomorrow my fortune will be launched again the same as today. Amen," said Alina while stroking her stomach.
Alina struggles to survive. Imelda, the girl's former best friend, is now in her greatest fear.
"Remember, Chandra! Why are you so hard to contact these few days," she said, continuing to try to contact the man.
However, until several times Imelda tried to contact the man the results remained the same. Chandra's phone number is completely inactive.
Imelda threw her phone on the bed with an annoyed face. He sat on the edge of his bed, covering his face with both hands.
"May this not be a bad sign. I hope Chandra remembers his promise to me and keeps it. I don't know what will happen to me if Chandra breaks her promise!" muttered.
Imelda fear. This month he did not get any guests. Imelda wanted to check it out using a test pack, but she did not dare. He was afraid that what he was afraid of would come true.
Imelda got up from her sitting position then walked back and forth in the room with a face paled in fear.
"Oh my God, what should I do?!"imelda said as she ruffled her hair violently.
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