Only the Cassava Child
Water poured down the roof of the fall of the landfill as well

My father and mother were not born into a poor family.

Still vividly remembered in my memory when my grandmother told me about her childhood life.

"So long ago the life of the grandmother was not as difficult and as poor as this, your great-grandfather was a descendant of noble with abundant wealth".

I just fell silent to hear my grandmother tell me, the color of that time I was just a little girl who understood nothing about life.

My grandmother was a patient and kind woman, my grandmother had a bad luck when she married my grandfather.

My grandmother married my grandfather who incidentally from a poor and greedy family, time goes on and my great-grandfather's age is no longer young, he got older and older and eventually died.

After the death of my great-grandfather and my great-grandmother, my great-grandfather's legacy was drained, sold my grandfather who was a gambler and liked to play women, and,not to mention his brother who is greedy and likes to squander money to just throw a party or shop for luxury goods

Treasure is not something eternal, he will easily run out when he can not manage and use it properly.

My grandfather was embarrassed by my grandmother's family and until finally my grandfather invited my grandmother to go wandering, my grandmother who was patient and obedient followed whatever she wanted my grandfather.

No matter how long, my grandfather and grandmother wander in Bali, they sell there with potluck capital.

Again my grandfather acted, every return home selling he rarely brought home money, the color of money obtained from sales he used to the place of localization.

My grandfather was a lecherous and irresponsible man, just like his greedy and unethical family.

It is true what the saying goes, the water drains the roof down to overflow as well.

"When your father was a child, but my grandmother was more dependent on your father, the father mullah who worked hard to support grandmother, your father dropped out of school and sold to provide for daily life .while staring deep into the awang Awang, remembering that moment.

The day my father spent was not easy, always working hard for the family, while his father was just an irresponsible father.

Until the time came when my grandfather died, died in a state that was not yet Husnul Khotimah.

My mother's father was the heir to most of my great-grandfather's estate, my grandfather inherited acres - acres of garden land and several acres of rice fields,but the paddy field that had acreage was taken by the stepson of my great-grandfather, my grandfather only inherited a few acres of dry field land.

But even so my mother is still not a lucky girl to have parents who have a large garden.

While in school my mother was selling to get pocket money and meet the needs of her life.

And with the passage of time my mother was a teenager, my mother also often told me about her former lover whose relationship they both did not get the blessing of their parents.

Quite the contrary, the reason both of my mother's parents did not approve of their relationship because my grandfather had a candidate for my mother, my father at this time, even though the mother strongly refused,grandfather still contains a hard refuse.it involves shaman to smooth the matchmaking.

It is said that the shaman's mother made it so that the mother and father could not be separated except with death.

It really proved real in front of me, said the words mother made stunned and astonished ,because indeed after the father died after a few days the mother also died (although the mother died in good health and there is no history of illness).

After marrying my father, my mother and father lived with my grandfather, but the father who used to work far away, did not feel at home living in the village and decided to invite my mother to move to a small town,even without my grandfather's consent.

As a result my grandfather was angry and would kill my father if he met.

Long story short, this is where the new life begins, my mother and father are not living with their parents.

They try to start their new life without the intervention of their parents.

And in the end my parents were able to buy land and build houses, which were probably more precisely rickety huts, which were roofed with thatch and walled with woven bamboo

Yes, the house I lived in with my two brothers.

My father was a hard worker, but still he was not much different from my grandfather, as well as a man

depraved who likes gambling and playing women, my mother is patient and tough, able to work to support her children with all limitations.

I was educated independently since childhood, I also work odd jobs just looking for rupiah for my pocket money so as not to bother my mother when just want to buy something I want.

To the point where I have to do my duty as an elementary school student.

Every morning I go to school with my front neighbor who happens to be the same fate as me.