Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #5. ALWAYS THE SAME PROBLEM

Finally back to the initial stelan, it turns out that tears are more tiring than nguras bak, and of course make a loss also because it does not bear any fruit, shame yes!

Naya yawned as wide as the world, forcing swollen eyelids to open in order to see the world that is still so, still filled with people who need money, he said, still full of people thirsting for love. This morning he had to wake up, ask for forgiveness and repentance to the Almighty because yesterday he had the intention to end his life. So what will he do today, should he ask Dora, the map or the swaying grass?

In the morning, I made the kitchen boil, not because of burning it but cooking rice with friends and relatives. Arif has prepared with a batik uniform that looks shorter for him, said the mother really wants to buy but later the fall of Mubadzir wong is only a year away from his elementary school, his hair is combed neatly to the right. If only you do not have a job, early in the morning already busy recokin mom in the kitchen then Naya herself?

Recokin live people!

Already 2 years ago graduated from High School but not yet working, which is even a dependant of his father and mother, making the burden continue every day. Though his peers rarely graduated to High School, if not SD ya SMP. On average, they are married and take care of their children, even though the husband only works modestly but at least they are not a burden on the family, the important definition of non-dying love can eat together, aa same neng even though a plate both. And most of the others work as factory workers or TKW like Naya's sister, Marni tea.

If in the past Naya became a family pride because she was able to graduate to High School, then now she is always the lips of the community, the neighbors of the julid with the power of the super-nickle nyinyir.

Still not working?

Not married?

Still a burden on the family?

Still dreaming of being a college kid?

And what's worse is, you're awake yet? Haven't you?

Is it the wrong dream? His dream is not grandiose for some modern-minded people, but not with the citizens where he lives.

Naya came out of the room, she looked down inside. Apparently he still has a sense of shame, when his steps entered the kitchen just as the residents there turned at the same time.

"Circeu! Upa to be made babalonan from hibiscus! Ceceu his eyes why, coldened cockroaches?" ask upa nagging, her hands reflexively cover the eyes that still look swollen.

Cooled kid Kades !!! Mata Naya.

Arif laughed at his brother's swollen eyes as if he had been stung by a bee, "not pa, if that was the rich eye of a ceceu abis in the horse's cold," answered Arif, Naya glanced sharply at his sister.

The father who was sipping his black coffee raised an eyebrow when Naya flashed, "until when will so continue Nay, you have spoken to acquaintances of friends of the father. He's the head of the Kinoy's factory and he says he can help you get in without having to get in the money."

Mother to turn off the stove to hear the father's words, she then pulled a chair beside the father.

"Who's the sir, Grandfather?" asked the enthusiastic mother, while Naya glanced towards the bathroom. He really did not want to hear that name from his mouth. It's nothing, the 2-bred widower was always a shrimp behind sapo tofu. Talas bogor's parents! Gatel!

"Ceu! You heard no, what did you say?!" shouting mother.

"Denger," he replied briefly. Thank God at this age his hearing is still working.

"Ceceu want to work, Nin?" ask upa.

"You go to the front room first. If the parents again say no kobe (kokolot begog)!" mom's warning on upa makes her granddaughter frown. No more eyes-indulgent views here, always the same....Arif who scoops rice more than one centong scoops the most side dishes among other family members, arguing that the male eats the most.

Naya sits in the kitchen door goal, because their kitchen does not have many benches like the Roman royal dining room that from end to end of the table alone must call or call the waiter. Only two old wooden benches that just wait for time to be dilapidated were sat by the mother and father, while Arif brought a plate of sun breakfast plus eating his rest to the front room befriended a glass of water. Mother sat back down after spooning breakfast for upa, the little girl without spoiling brought a plastic plate of rice and her morning breakfast side dish joined Arif. Circumstances that make it independent.

"Ceceu wants to work ma'am, sir. But not with the help of a friend of the father," he refused.

"Ceu!" high father tone made the two children in front had a glance towards the kitchen, but then they resumed their breakfast, for both of them, it is common to see the debate between Naya and her parents who always have different perceptions. Until in the end ceceu'lah who was scolded and ngeleor passed into the room.

"To get to the factory is hard now! Must have initial capital first, you have money?! You know for yourself how the condition of the father of the same mother, make the cost of living alone sometimes have to be helped Warni tea! Soon Arif entered smp, boys at least have to go to High School so they can work in the factory or city, because later he will be the head of the household! As for you, the women end up in the kitchen, the important thing is that now you have a husband who is enough to make your living, so women do not have to be grandiose! I can live dibafkain aja already profit," replied the father, make eyebrows ceceu constrict..then what's the point of Kartini's mother equalize the rights of women in order to be the same as men? Dark times come the rainstorm?!

"It's good Mr. Agung wants to help you, father up to the lobby he let you help!" father sipped back his coffee is almost cold, while ceuceu again swallow salivanya difficult, always lose if talking about material problems.

"Father of the lobby until the mouth froth just to make ceceu so factory employees is it just an operator? What do you do sir? Ceceu can find work, but ceceu asks you to be patient first,"

"Until when?! Until you don't have another age for your salary raceain?!"

Ceceu gasped with the words of father, as well as mother. Here is always eating liver where drinking is not tea bottle sasro increasingly nauseous, which the mother did just melengos passed in the direction of the house approaching Arif and Upa.

"Or do you want to be a tkw, like your neighbor?" ask father.

"Then suddenly came here with a big belly without the father of the child?! Bring disgrace!" his question exploded, bringing with it the annoyance that had become ingrained and might continue to be regret.

His eyes can't help but water.

Mom immediately grabbed Arif's bag, even though the 5th grade Elementary boy had not finished eating completely.

"Cepet get ready, I want to help at Mr. Kades' house while bringing upa. Let's go together!" said mother without wanting to see Arif or upa.

"But enin, upa hasn't finished eating" replied the girl with the face of an arabian blaster.

Naya clenched her hands tightly at the father's nagging, because it was always the same topic that was the problem at all times.

"Liat someone else, just want to go in until you come to the house of Mr. Agung bring one bag of cassava, rice, still difficult! But you, don't bring anything willingly he'll help," the half-white-haired man was so stubborn.

"False father, behind the help without asking for anything, he had prepared a bigger trap," Naya could only escape his heavy breathing, ending the debate that was useless, because it would not find a meeting point. As a child he will always be wrong in the eyes of the father.

"Love Naya time until next month, Naya must be working.without having to be angry until bring the origin of the upa," the girl passed leaving the father in the direction of her room.

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