Tough Widow
Fail

Ayu could only see her book that had already become ashes. Trying to forget what happened to him. It does not want to dissolve and sink into something that is not useful. His life can not only relax and stand still, but fight against the poverty that is currently afflicting. 

Must rise with yourself. You cannot give up or lose to the situation. He recalled the words of the woman who was in the book publisher's place. 

From far away, Hanan looked with his tired face. The boy throws his bike at the origin and hugs Ayu. 

"Capek huh?" tanya Ayu helped take off her hat. 

"Can't be tired, Ma. If you want to be a pilot, you have to be strong" Hanan said with hunting breath. 

Tired will not be a problem. She should be like her mother. Been thinking wisely and will not demand any more. 

"All right, we're in. Mama's cooking for you." 

Ayu takes a change of clothes for Hanan. Then arrange the food at the dining table.

Her three children seemed to be a strength to her at this moment. Without them she could not have been a strong woman when faced with problems. 

"Say ma'am teacher tomorrow when he pays for this." Hanan gave the card that was given by his teacher. 

Sighs deeply while receiving the card and opening it. 

"Yes, Son. Tomorrow you'll pay for it."

Keep it again in Hanan's bag and give it some money as it is written. 

Hanan stopped his steps when he saw some toys that were beside Alifa. He turned his head towards Ayu who was still busy in the dining room. 

"It's a toy for me huh, Ma?" Pointing to some neatly wrapped toys. 

Ayu nodded heavily. Want to return the toy to Calvin, but he also pity the three of them who already love it. 

Ayu left the dining room as the cell phone in her room rang. Turns out it was the phone from Laila's mom, the owner of the diner where she works. 

"Why don't you come in, Yu? You sick?" asked Laila after answering Ayu's greeting. 

"Sir, Mum. But there's a little business. God willing, tomorrow I can go in" Ayu assured. 

This incident made Ayu have to be willing to forget his mission to write and will work that can get money directly. 

"Yes, greetings to your children.'' 

Connection interrupted. 

Ayu held the phone in her hand. His gaze was blank, as if there was no hope of becoming a successful person. 

I should be able to. 

Started working with mobile phones. Search for one of the online novel apps. After finding several applications, Ayu installs one of them. 

Create an account before signing in.  The first step, Ayu read a work that was plastered on the home screen. 

"Is the work here good?" Men scroll down. Find some heart touching titles. Ayu gets more attached while reading a description of a story about the household. 

Reading chapter by chapter. Reapply on each story, and also learn some true diction. From one story. Switch to another story with a different language style. 

Instructions for novice writers. 

Ayu opened a book that explained the correct ways of writing for novice writers. Guidance and guidance for those who want to learn.

There are twenty chapters. Each chapter explains how to write. In addition there are several chapters, which explain about the advantages of being a writer on the platform. 

"Why didn't I come in yesterday?" his gerrick. 

Within minutes, Ayu began to understand what was written. He started to open the page to become a writer. 

Make a cover accompanied by a title. Using the combined pen names of her three children. Then create a description and choose the right genre. 

Ayu again wrote her life story full of twists and turns. 

Putting word by word into a sentence. Repeatedly checking and making sure that the writing is worthy of publication. 

"May this go well." 

Several times he had to have difficulty when making a narrative that was comfortable to read, but being a novice writer was indeed very difficult so Ayu completed it as it flashed in his brain. 

Learn learn learn. 

That was how his heart was, maybe that way he could slowly fix it again. 

Nearly three hours of concentration, Ayu has finally published two chapters, each per chapter as the platform recommends. A thousand words. 

Finally I can too, I hope it's a good start. 

The sound of crying made Ayu stop her activities. He turned towards Adiba who was in the doorway. 

"What's up, son?" tanya Ayu lifted up her daughter's tiny body. 

"So Adiba's deck was about to open the front door, Ma. But I can't" Hanan said as he saw. 

"You'll look outside." Riding the hair of the baby. 

"Sister please take care of Alifa. Mama's out for a minute."

Ayu opened the front door. He walks around his house with Adiba. Travel around a fairly large rented area. After a long time, this was the first time he had interacted with the neighbors. 

"Sorry, Mom. I was busy working, so I never nodded" Ayu said when asked. 

She is not a housewife who has a lot of free time after cleaning the house, but also a father who has to make a living for his three children. We must not be envious of the lives of others and continue to be grateful for what the Creator has given us. 

"Mama.." cried Hanan from the front of his house. 

Ayu who heard the screams came home to her son. 

"What's wrong?" ayu asked casually, while Hanan looked panicked. 

"Dek Alifa put Mama in the water."

Astagfirullah hal adzim. 

Ayu's chest felt tight for an instant, as if her respiratory tract had stopped hearing that. He hurriedly walked over to Alifa who looked terrified. 

I have to say what, that's what Ayu's heart is. 

As a mother she could only accept. Trying to be patient in the face of everything that is as unexpected as it is today. Soaking up the anger filled the crown. 

Ayu took her phone from the glass filled with water. Then approach Alifa. 

"Sir papa, honey. My mom is not angry. But next time Alifa can not play carelessly," said Ayu softly. I don't want to scare the boy. 

"I'm sorry about Mama, Dek?" get Hanan. 

Alifa embraced and hugged Ayu then said an apology. 

Although Ayu's heart ached, she still reviewed the smile and kissed Alifa's cheeks alternately. 

It must be until when this test continues, O God, if I am tired of being Lillah, then I sincerely accept it.

Staring at the cell phone on the nightstand. Whether it can still be used or not, Ayu feels at this time he is not lucky to be a writer.