GUS IS MY HUSBAND
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I am Aisyah Nadiva who is often called Diva. An ordinary girl like them out there. I was born into a family that lacked religious understanding, but my mother's determination to make her two children read the Koran was achieved. My mother once said "What son, mother and father cannot read the Quran, but you and your brother should be able to read the Quran, not like us" My mother's words are what I still remember until now, maybe until later I am not in this world.

I am the second of two children. I have an older sister whose age is only 1 year away from me. Many say that I have a twin brother, but I don't. They thought that my brother was my twin brother.

To the extent that my own best friend thought that my brother was my twin, it was ridiculous that my best friend was.

"Div, you're actually twins, aren't you?" My bengong when my best friend Sisil asked about my twin

"Well, who are the twins?

"Yes, that's the woman who was in your house yesterday, right, it's the same way you are, if not who's your twin? " Sisil played at home yesterday and the first time he saw my sister. Even though we were friends, he counted the fingers he played at home and yesterday he saw my brother.

"Huh, similar? Similar to woi's mana" I couldn't believe, clearly my face and my brother were different

"Yes your face is Div" replied the insistent sisil

Breathing from my lips "She's my sister, whom I often tell you"

"Yes, he's Nuri's mother, Sisil dear" I worried with his ridiculous attitude.

Yes, my sister, who often told my best friend named Nuri Prameswari. He now works in copration in the area where we live. His ideals as a Bank employee must be buried due to costs. A father who was only a merchant and a mother as a housewife. Which requires us all to live frugal and independent lives. As a result, my brother had to work after graduating from school.

"Ohh, so is that Nuri's mom?" ask her while nodding her head

"Hemm"

"Have Yuk come home"Take me when I hear the bell coming home from school ringing.

Yeah, I'm still in school in 12th grade. The simple life that taught me to live independently, I never even told my problems to my parents, because I realized that my problems were no bigger than they had been. I could only tell my troubles to my Rob, and cry silently in the middle of the night. Maybe if a bolster pillow could talk, it would scream "please don't cry here my ear hurts to hear your cry" but thank God it's a dead thing that will never protest often hear my cry.

Being the last child is not as beautiful as their shadow. Many say "good to be the last child, all obedient" until this little heart wants to scream "Hehh, good from the way you say" in fact, so the last child was all limited and even told to be like his brothers. Though clearly every child is different you can never make the child the same as the others. You understand, so never compare children with each other, because they have a very clear difference.