My face is not as pretty as my heart
EPS 3'S

“Assalammualaikum.

I said hello when I entered the house, and my mother

answer

“ waalaikumsalam..”

“how to work today ndu...?”.

I answered while putting everything I had

“alhamdulillah, all smoothly and well lined as scheduled because it is

many ma operations today”

“alhamdulillah if so ndu, quickly take a shower and quickly soak clothes out of work, if you have not eaten, eat first so as not to enter

wind”

“iya ma.... dusk already eat and want to go to sleep immediately after

bath”

After the shower I looked and corrected again about

security door and see the child is sleeping and appropriate bed.

I am grateful that children are very regular to sleep because it is

needed for children who do need brain nutrition somewhat

rest for at least 7 hours every night. I also do routine

my night wearing skincare and body care every night even though it's cheap but still

fits on my skin.

Usually before going to bed I always think of shortcuts and clever if

if I have a lot of money and can provide good and good facilities

for my family.

Until I thought about whether there was such a thing as a sugar daddy or a sugar baby, but that's not possible because this city is so small and

there is rarely a crazy rich who is nongol and inhabited in this city.

I also eliminate the aches and pains of former work whose note is to stand 8 hours when doing the action in the room

operation. Although I'm just a cleaning service but I have to standby

to control the blood that falls so as not to overflow where.

And do my job if there's a spill of patient fluids. So I'm in the periority right to maintain cleanliness in the operation takes place or outside the operating room .

It is tired but this is a job that is able to support my family with enough words and can get the school desired by

my niece.

My morning was greeted with the sound of my mother's screams waking her grandchildren.

“ayo wake up wes morning iki... chicken already crowed, shower pray keep ayok all,,...”.

My mother is a housewife who has 5 children, all she raised is self even though it should be a wife's mistress from

koko china's. But that does not guarantee us a life of prosperity, but he is always grateful and receives no matter how much money he is given.

But my mama wasn't broken or fragile until then, my mama was getting stronger and she was thinking of all the ways that her son tomorrow could see the world with a calm mind, a full stomach and

have the same life as everyone else.

My mom probably hides everything on her own without sharing it with others, until my age at the age of adolescence entered the bench of SMP my mother in total diagnosis can not see and total darkness to black without light. Imagine his son still needs to eat while he can not provide all the needs of his child with full and equal.

Until finally my mother had the initiative to make sales such as crackers, donuts, and, although it has been assisted with reading or viewing aids but my mother is still not discouraged because the economy is ready to grind our lives in the future.

My mother was always optimistic, and every morning I was

carrying crackers and the afternoon I went around peddling cakes

my trade is a donut. I sold the doughnuts out, because otherwise

then the profit we need for breakfast tomorrow must be collected intact.

We even had time to eat rice that was smelly and juicy, we make fried rice just because of the kepet to ride our feet in order to have energy to walk to peddle cakes and there is energy to think about receiving learning in the school of children and grandchildren.

When asked where his other children were, they

choosing to live to get out of the family home and involve their unwillingness to live their mother, maybe I was wrong to say the ugliness of my brother but that's the reality when the family can be mutually

talk to his sister in the mind of a mother but it is all different things when there are other people who enter the life of one of the people in our family.

My mother can only pray that her children will always be in the protection of Allah swt and be content, and most importantly always in the path that Allah hath exhorted.

But I try in school not

bothering my mama, I always asked for a lightening in any form inside

the school that I found his knowledge, and thank God there is always a sustenance for

he's trying to reduce my school's financial expenses.

My best mama and always the best, never shed her tears because it's a very big sin to commit. Maybe this little spil for my mama figure who was always behind me that strengthened me.

Thank’s mom…..

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