Reaching Hope

Reaching Hope
Chapter 1 Decision


This story is just fiction, everything in this story is nothing but pure.


so if anyone is bored or does not understand, please stop reading and do not leave bad comments that just drop.


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Wulandari, he is 23 years old commonly called wulan.


he was born from a simple family.A good-natured child and diligent saving, he is a submissive child, although his wishes are sometimes not the same as the wishes of his parents, although his, but still Wulan appreciates the decision of both parents.


His father worked as a public transport driver, who had a very high income, in a time like this is indeed difficult to find a job, therefore Wulan's father remained patient and lived it with sincerity.


While his mother is a housewife who is very concerned about the state of their family a mother who gives full attention to her children. Sometimes her mother Wulan there are those who tell her to wash and iron clothes, and sometimes her mother, who is not the only one who wants her to do the cleaning, but not every day he lived, depending on the situation and conditions at that time.


Wulan has a younger brother, he is 13 years old.they live in the village where his father was born.


Wulan himself was only a high school graduate, his father could not afford to pay for his studies, so he could only resign for that time.


Here wulan have friends, they are friends who have been considered brothers, together through the trials of life they experience.


After graduating from school, Wulan tried to apply for a job here and there, hoping to get a decent job that could help their family's economy.


That morning Wulan woke up early once intending to go again looking for job vacancies. " Hopefully today someone gave me a job, it feels tired every day that only gets zero results. O Allah. grant do'a servant" he murmured, his hand outstretched, taking and clearing the dossier that he would carry.


Wulan's mother, Sari, was preparing breakfast that morning and Wulan's father, Hasan, was sitting in the house drinking coffee. it is customary for Mother Sari every morning she will provide coffee for her beloved husband.


Ibu Sari approached Wulan and hugged her favorite child, her hands rubbed Wulan's head while occasionally she blew it "Mommy always wishes you all the best, son, hopefully this time you succeed and get a good job for you" said Ms. Sari lirih, her eyes glazed with glass to the baby.


" Thank you ma'am... You've always been there for me, you've always encouraged me to move forward and grow." Reply Wulan sobbing hugging his mother, he imagined how the day he went through without any support and Do'a from both parents.


"Have not cried, this is too early to be sad. keep the spirit yes." Sari's mother whispered and led Wulan to the dining table and sat her down for breakfast first.


And they had breakfast together that morning, even though it started with the sobs of mother and child.


After finishing breakfast and cleaning it up, Wulan said goodbye and went to the place he was headed, down the streets that if it could speed up time on foot, each alley after alley he followed with a sweat he continued to walk quickly.His mind was reminded of the difficult times that befell his family a few years back, he continued, when he wanted to continue his studies but whatever the power, Wulan could only take a deep breath when he recalled the time where he had to work hard to help meet the needs of his family.


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Sandy Maulana, 24 years old and commonly called Sandy.


a young man who has been successful in terms of the work he has been doing so far. Sandy started her business from scratch and now she can enjoy the results of her efforts so far and can help her family's economy.


Sandy was also born into a modest family, and she has many siblings of which Sandy is arguably the backbone of the family


because he was the eldest of the family.


So first yes the story in this chapter, sorry if there are words that are not appropriate or that are not fitting.


Big thanks for those of you who like to read a little of my graffiti, a scribble of ku😂🤭