Poor Man Struggles to Have a Dream
CHAPTER 3.POV DJEMAAT

POV DJEMAAT

I am the 4th brother of seven brothers. I was born in a village, secluded in a district. My mother was a wood-fired wood-seeker in the forest, and my father was a village shaman in our home.

Until the separation of mother and father. Sad and disappointed, after the father decided to marry the young widow and leave us.

I hated so much, the life I had was poor and weak. I will change the fate of my life. I will make my mother no longer doubt. Because ever since you left, we assumed you were dead.

Maybe it's because we don't want to get our hearts dirty by hating dad.

We thought everything had passed, and mother had begun to rise for us. Honest when you see your mom's sick, ever since you left. I told my mom not to think about it anymore.

Let's just say we are still alive, who are always loyal to my mother. And will not leave my mother.

Until one day I got a jakpot, in scholarship acceptance and I followed him. After I took the exam and before long the announcement came out in the next month.

Thank God I came out as a scholarship recipient of thousands of students.

I honestly never thought, after the sadness and bitterness I experienced.

now get the jakpot, in the sadness I experienced.

Just the prayer mat where I was speaking, in the middle of the night I cried for help to the creator.

To be given ease in stepping after dreams.

My mother was very proud of me. And my brother was also very satisfied with my hard work. After a week of announcement results, my scholarship is preparing to leave for the big city.

For the sake of reaching for the dream I was chasing, and the mother and the sister drove me, my departure to the terminal. A lot of food my sister and mother made. And don't forget the brother gave me money.

For the cost of my life, I cried in front of all the family. And I hug my beloved mother. I whispered a promise to my mother.

So that no longer need to think about the father and keep the health of the mother smiling.

And advised me not to leave the five prayers. And I also advised my mother not to leave the prayer.

After arriving in the city, I rested in the prayer and prayer. I thank God myself. For the ease, which is given to the creator.

I went straight to the campus of my student university.

After registering, I finished looking for a place to stay. And I happened to see, a brick factory in the village next door to my campus.

Not far from the campus is only about 1 kilo.

And I ventured to find a job. And finally I met, with the owner of the bricks and Alhamdulillah the owner was looking for workers.

Thank God I have been accepted to work in a brick factory. And I was in training, for a week. Many workers were jealous of me, because the factory owner, was very kind to me.

And someone insulted me. Honestly hurt, but I'm patient not because I'm afraid but because I don't want to make trouble.

Finally that day my father came and listened to him insult me.

You are very angry with the employee and immediately fired him and appointed others to come along if you are not happy because you are very good to the employee.

The others looked terrified and apologized to me.

My father was very kind, and I was considered to be his adopted son. I also moved into my father's yard.

And make other workers jealous of me.

And you always give advice, to other workers so as not to throw tantrums at me. Because I'm a country boy, from my family and an orphan.

The worker who knows my status, is very compassionate and supports me in college. They tangent, I'm not ashamed to work in a brick factory.

I remembered the fate of mother, who had struggled to raise us without a father.

I don't want to make his heart sad. I have to succeed, after being accepted in college, I still work in the brick factory pack Razali, only I know the name yesterday since I lived in the father's house.

I am so glad that Mr. Sudi raised me as his adopted son.

Every month of fasting, we eat together to make me so sad to remember the mother, now my mother has rarely contacted me because I already have a host family that keeps mom so no longer worried.

The time has gone five years, I don't feel I've wanted to graduate. My foster father was present, in lieu of my parents.

I am very proud to have a college degree.

Dad always praised me, in front of other people, he said if I was his real son he would be very happy to make my heart bad to his son.

But he said, like comparing me to other children.

I realized seeing my father's son was very different, attitude with my father but I didn't take it lightly. My goal was to finish college quickly. I can finish college, pretty quickly.

And there's been a lot, job offers coming my way. I came and took myself to coffee.

The father's wife was very kind, often held food and gave it to me. Pricelessly much kindness given father, same mother to me.

One day my father asked me to talk.

"Congregation what if later father can not you take care of our family. You feel calm if you can continue your efforts and do not forget about your mother and brother, son."

Djemaat lansung said to father "sir why talk like a stranger. Djemaat considers father like real father. Djemaat can be successful like this is not spared because the father helped Djemaat a lot.

Do not know said that Djemaat did not meet the father. Makasi pak" Djemaat lansung hugged rajali's father.

While looking at the back of my father. Mr. Rajali joined in crying, "The congregation is also lucky to meet you.

The father's life becomes happy, honestly the father feels failed to be a parent, for the father. They're not like you, boy??? please, you take care of your brother son! I'd be so proud of you if you were my real son."

Then the Djemaat hugged.

"Don't talk again like, it's not good sir to hear the father." Rajali looked at the face of Djemaat.

" Pak alhamdulillah Djemaat has now been accepted to work as an assistant lecturer at the university sir."

Smile", never change, son, and never forget us. Lansung Djemaat replied" will never sir". "will you move Djemaat???of course not sir I still live here if you still let me stay.

What are you talking about, you father.bapak immediately smiled.mother behind the wall.

Listening to the father's conversation, the mother was moved, hearing the husband's conversation with the adopted child.