Damar Dian's
1# Dame

For the people in the village they really want their daughter's son to be highly educated, although many of them have to sell their property.

The majority of people who work as farmers make them think that giving their children into a pride.

This story is set in one of the regions in West Kalimantan. With malay language.

"Mar.mar.cobe it is you who really consider your decision. Mr. Nih, sell the land so you can be a scholar. Make Father Mamak you become a bangge. Your father is a farmer Mar. Then you want to go to peasant college too??", complained a middle-aged man to his son.

"Not a farmer Pak lecture, but you are studying in the Department of Agriculture Mr., let the farm be advanced, let it not be so it's jak.", bela Ningsih Damar's sister, while putting down a favorite glass of coffee the father. The defense of his sister made him smile a little.

"Nob forward kemane??", said his father while sipping his black coffee.

"During this time Mr. Tanam padi kn retreated back, sir, either Abang bise find care nanam padi while advancing", continued the young girl, with her hair pinched.

"Kire mbele, rupe ngine", whispered Damar rather upset with his sister's speech.

Damar just speechless did not dare to answer, tired of having responded to the protests from the father who did not accept his eldest son chose the agriculture major to continue his education.

In her heart the word surrender and despair began to grow her buds. If both parents still disagree, just as he must bury the dream that he has been cultivating.

A woman who was no longer young appeared from the kitchen, flicking the door curtain and slightly ducking.

"Son", reprimanded Damar's mother while rubbing her son's back. "If this was your decision, you'd be right. Do not you sie sie mak bunggung Mak Pak kau.", he continued adhering to his son with a calm, soothing tone.

"Mak's room of appointment, sir. Damar must be trying to pursue Damar's dream. Damar must have made Mak same Mr. Bangge.", said Damar while kissing the back of his mother's and father's hands.

The debate about the college majors taken by Damar has lasted approximately a week. Every day Damar tried to convince his father and mother of the decision he took. And he is serious and serious will really reach his goal.

That afternoon finally the debate was won by Damar, who finally got the blessing of his mother and automatically the father who strongly disagreed over the choice of his son was inevitably also had to say yes.

Got the green light, making Damar hurry to find the key to his motorbike. Take all the necessary files, put them slowly in his backpack, take his leather jacket and his proud retro helmet.

"Bismillah", he whispered slowly, while turning on his motor ignition. Riding cb100 gift from the father at graduation High School. Motor that his father got from one of the warehouse residents, while working to clean the environment. He also went down the village road that was not so smooth. Until it is in a corner, pressed horn that blurs the typical sound of an old motorcycle. There was a beautiful house with a fairly spacious courtyard, a young girl was busy sweeping on the porch of the house. Responding to Damar's horn sound with a wave of the hand.

"The green light!!!!" yelled Damar as he waved his hand.