The Thorny Journey
babg faizal is changing

' how can I wake up so late this morning? the cake isn't ready yet...!" yana herself.

"azham... azham...? get up.. Is it slow?" yana called her son to wake up from his sleep.

two three times in the call still did not wake up also azham, yana hands that there are only two ngak can do work more deftly again.

"azham...wake up...?" yana again from the kitchen.

yana is more busy putting the cake into plastic, once yana stir fried rice on the kitchen with a small fire, if you can want to do all at once.

the cake that hasur azham brought is ready, the only thing selling in the stall is not ready anymore.

"where is this zham? how did you feel from earlier?" yana's own grunts in the cramped kitchen space, fit only two people.

the kitchen made from used boards, floors from the ground, feels cold if the rainy season comes, sometimes the rain makes the kitchen all wet.

"i'd better wake up Azham first, than he's late for school!" yana said to herself again.

it's like crazy, ngomog himself answered himself.

yana feet deftly towards azham room, azham room is still closed, the lights are also still not turned on, meaning azham is still in dreamland.

"azham...azham...?" yana called out to Azham from behind the door many times.

"eummmm.." azham squirming left and right turns out the kids hard times waking up.

"azham get up quickly, later late to school, wait for you here can be slow later umi make a cake!" yana again saw Azham sitting beside her bed.

"iya umi, azham is up, umi just go to the kitchen!" he is still in dreamland.

"have a quick shower, and then go to school!" yana said as she passed towards where yana was.

" azham go first, umi?" while carrying a plastic bag containing azham cakes went to school.

"so how Azham walked, did a father send?" fissure of his father faizal from the inside of the house.

azham who had walked a few steps turned back again to the back after hearing his father's voice calling out to him.

almost forgotten bang Faizal is at home, so carried away the situation is always our own independent.

.... hehehehe

" oh yeah, I forgot I had a dad at home!" connect yana while chuckling.

" just yeah, I wash my face first, still this pillow face." bang faizal straight to the bathroom.

" yana! her husband is home, right?" nosy moms who come shopping at the kiosk.

"this morning I saw kak yana slowly wake up normally, there is a knife apparently." continued his friend again whose house is close to the house yana.

yana just smiles in response to their babbling, they are loyal yana subscriptions, joking joking it has become their daily food.

" is the cake a little today yana?" usually yana cake is full in its place, because it is too late to wake up so yanabbikin as much as possible.

" it has been said that it was slow to get up, you still have it" replied his friend again, who did not need to answer anything they would ask and answer themselves.

" uh yana! which husband is she? I have not seen it since!" they are curious about bang faizal, so far they have never known bang faizal.

" don't know where it was, go send it to school not home yet!" sahut yana relax.

the topics discussed never run out, from one topic to another, there are only their stories that are discussed.

the day passed by quickly seeing them laughing made me slightly amused by their behavior.

her night....

" bang faizal don't eat this first?' take yana after preparing the dishes neatly arranged on the floor in the living room.

now every day they eat berlauk, hopefully bang faizal will remain like this continue, responsible to them all, yana yana yana ungkit past again, will yana bury forever, will be buried forever, throw away the bad take the clear. faizal since living here his daily profession ngojek, enough is for the needs of their family.

bang faizal ngak ojek today?" ask me to see that the faizal bang is still crooked even though the clock is heading to noon.

sunny weather did not make the faizal bang overheated in the room, even though the sun was right towards the window of our bedroom, the faizal bang still felt at home in a thick blanket.

" bang faizal hot ngak what sleeping pack thick blanket keg gini?" the blanket of the faizal bang I fluttered into the air.

bang Faizal was surprised by my actions, quickly bang faizal pulled again the blanket that had been released from his body.

" what the hell? just interrupt!" his voice was resolute bang faizal finally coming out as well.

it turns out that bang faizal never changed, his attitude returned to the beginning, good all this time just made up.

" bang faizal ngak ngojek what? is it slow?" I kept shaking her body like a rock.

my stall is very quiet today, I happen to make a lot of cakes this morning, yesterday is not enough, today even the rest of the lot.

"already lazy I woke up from earlier ngak wake-up, I think his attitude has changed, but just looking for the attention of our family" said my own while passing out of the room.

the youngest and younger brother were engrossed in playing in the living room, their toys scattered on the floor, not to be seen again the floor covered with toys.

" wanted to cook chicken, want to eat fried chicken?" my sister suddenly wants to eat chicken.

small children are always so, when we have problems the child will definitely be fussy asking for things, this makes me have to hold patience.

" sister eat chicken first, tomorrow umi cook fried chicken huh?" ask me again to see my sister still whining.

huuaaa.huuuaa...

sister's cry even became so, making her father rise in the wind...

" heh...who the hell is crying? yana! see that kid?" bang faizal from inside the room.

" shitt...silence, you're already angry, aren't you afraid you're angry?" point me at the little brother who doesn't want to stop crying.

the crying of the sister the longer it becomes - so, the longer the bigger, the youngest who is beside him just observe the behavior of his brother who does not want to be silent.

"woo..hush, noisily, yana refer the child, do not let cry continue." sergah bang faizal again.