
"I went to class 3 ma'am." cried Sari.
I heard his voice coming from my room and I rushed out of the room to meet him.
"Good Sar, now you are in 3rd grade and after that you graduate school and immediately look for work" said the mother.
"But ma'am, Sari wants to go to college after graduating high school later," said Sari.
"The cost of where son, while our daily needs are still lacking, mother there is no money for your tuition, I hope you understand our situation like this."
I just kept listening to the discussion between them. I don't know what to say, actually I support Sari to continue college so that her future is better than our present life, but I also can't blame mother, either,because there is no cost to continue Sari's education to college.
"That's your sister, never wanting to understand our situation too stubbornly," mother said to me in a rather high tone. I know you are very disappointed with Sari's decision.
"Already mom..mu who is patient do not think too much about Sari's talk, not too long ago too, Sari aja just went up to 3rd class," I said to mother.
"Yes, my mother wants to rest in the room first, my head is a little dizzy," said the mother.
I can only nod my head. Kasian my mother worked hard day and night for us her son. I feel guilty because until this moment I can not make my mother happy, I am just a private tutor whose salary is not much, to buy my own personal needs is sometimes still lacking. Sari my sister is spoiled, sometimes very stubborn, selfish all her will must be obeyed, even if it hurts others she does not care. Maybe it's because my father used to love and pamper him, whatever Sari asked was always obeyed. I still remember when I was a child my father scolded me for not lending my doll to Sari, but Sari also had a better doll than mine but she still wanted my doll,at that time my father scolded me. I could only cry and complain to my mother. Only my mother loved me, I thought at the time. Paras Sari is beautiful and smart to make our father distinguish us, he loved Sari more than me, even though I was also his biological son. I am 4 years different from my sister Sari. I admit that Sari is more beautiful than me, her skin is smooth white plus the person is super, smart, anyone close to her will definitely like. No wonder he has a lot of girl or boy friends. Unlike me, I have an ordinary face but people say that I smile very sweetly, because I have dimples. I'm also a quiet and introverted person, my friends are just a few, don't boyfriend my closest friend I don't exist. Until now I have never dated when I was almost 23 years old. Sari's changed girlfriends several times, none of which I have. When I was in high school I had a crush on the chairman of OSIS at my school, which is famous handsome and many who like especially girls. But what is my day there's no way a handsome prince would glance at a bad duck like me. My taste of joy was just clapping one hand.