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Last Day

Three months after the graduation letter is distributed, and the diploma is already in hand. It feels relieved to have completed education even though only High School graduates.

To go to college is far from a hope. Must follow the path of achievement if you want to continue studying.

At that time I tried to apply for a scholarship through the path of achievement as recommended.

I applied for a scholarship to a college in my area. Many schools apply for students in Blair. And how sad I must be to be one of the students who did not pass the selection to join the scholarship program.

The desire to continue education had to be buried deep in that moment, but I had to think about moving on. Ms. Rahma, the mother of the home gave me the spirit to move on.

“Not a windfall, you must be excited! Next year you can apply again to continue college,” said Bu Rahma encouraging me.

“Thank you, Mom. Sorry if Lura still can't help the finances of the home!” my reply.

It doesn't feel good to him. I should be able to help the current parlors financially.

Finding a job in this village is hard. I can only hope that my life will be better in the future.

As long as I haven't got a job, I helped try to sell cakes and snacks that I made myself. Helped the orphanage sisters who helped. Thank God, the results were good for my needs and some of the benefits I gave to Ms. Rahma.

Ms. Rahma kept encouraging me so that I could develop my efforts.

My relationship with Farrel is getting warmer every day.

We met every day because I used to walk around peddling my cakes and wares.

Sometimes Farrel often helped me sell in his spare time before he left for Jakarta to continue his education.

“Farrel, aren't you ashamed to help me? What if your mom sees?” my many.

Right now we are sitting together in the park, my merchandise is sold out. This afternoon Farrel helped me get my trading results out faster. There's something he wants to talk to me about.

“My mom won't know, just relax!” Farrell smiled at me.

Her parents don't know about my relationship with Farrel. They forbid Farrel to date first.

Farrel always emphasized to succeed first in education. Sometimes I feel sorry to see it. His parents put too much pressure on him to succeed.

We talked about a lot when we both poured out love, wept together.

Being around him makes me feel comfortable. The attention and surprise he once gave me always managed to make this heart blossom. I feel protected by his presence.

Even though we are still young. But Farrel promised to take this relationship in a more serious direction. Seriously undergoing education. Then he will continue the efforts of his parents. After that, he will ask me to marry him. That's his promise to me every time we're together.

"I'll be in Jakarta tomorrow. I'm sorry if I can't accompany you here anymore. But I promise to always tell you. Wait for me until I can get you, Ra!" said Farrel makes this heart happy and sad.

I can only nod slowly.

we both promised to keep this love for as long as he struggled to learn until Fareel came to make me his wife.

This afternoon is the last day for me and Farrel together.

My heart is sad, it will feel different if our long distance relationship runs. But I'm trying to convince myself that Farrel can keep his word.

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The day became the moon. It didn't feel like we were separated for three months. Long distance is not as easy as I thought.

My relationship with Farrell is still going well. He called me, told me every day. Only for one month did all of that happen.

Farrel has rarely told me lately.

Curious about how I tried to contact her tonight.

“Hallo, Farrel, where are you? How noisy, your voice is also not clear?” ask from across the phone. I had to slightly keep the flat object away from my ear because the sound connected so loud was deafening.

“Hai, baby! I miss you, muchach.” Ardi said it was unclear when he received the call. It sounded like a drunken voice.

“Hallo, Rail. This is you, right?” Lura confirmed her hearing. I looked back at my phone screen, afraid of wrongly contacting people.

“Rel. You're still there ‘ right? I speak in a high tone. Without me knowing the phone was cut off one-sidedly.

“Ko is turned off, anyway? Where's your farrel ? Why are you different lately. What happened to you?” my inner.

Sad, for sure. That's how I feel right now. The person who had been very attentive and singing me lost news out of nowhere. Is Farrel tired of this relationship, or does He already have my replacement there.

A restless feeling raged in the succum.

The day goes by it feels different no more spirit I feel. Until one day I was communicating with a classmate at school. It turns out that he has worked in one of the biggest malls in Jakarta.

Dina, she's my friend. Lucky to be able to work in Jakarta. Because High School graduates can get a job in the big city. Dina told me that there was a job vacancy at her place of work. He offered me the job. What news of the wind that makes this heart relieved.

When will I get a good offer like this. In the village it is difficult to get a job. Even the effort of fighting the cake cannot promise for my future. At least determined to migrate to a big city is one option to change fate.

Today I ventured to ask for permission from Ms. Rahma, the home mom who has been contributing to raising me. I asked permission to go to the city. I want to get out of this place. Not because I do not feel at home living there, but rather to the feeling of being unwell, I should have helped back for the orphanage.

I want to feel the life out there, looking for the luck of life. Looking for my identity.

I thought I was an orphan, but it turned out to be the reality that made this heart even more devastated. When I found out that I was a wasted child. Madam Rahma doesn't know who my parents are. And why are they so willing to leave me at this place.

The day I asked for permission I just found out the truth. Ms. Rahma told me that she found me in front of the Orphanage gate when I was about 3 months old. The birth certificate from the Midwife was tucked in the blanket I was using at the time.

“You are still a mother's child, even though you don't know who your parents are yet! We don't know the reason they dumped you, Ra?” mama Rahma said as she told me a little story about me.

“Maybe I'm an illegitimate child? Or an unwanted child, Mom! It doesn't matter to me, what's important right now is that I want to structure my life, ma'am. I want to work in Kota.” I'm telling my wish to Ms. Rahma.

“Are you sure you want out of this parlor, Ra? Why should it be far away from here? Is there no company in the area here?” cecar Bu Rahma when I ventured to ask permission from him to migrate to Jakarta.

“I've tried in the area here, Mom. But there are no jobs in this city. If I were accepted there. I will often tell Mom because only Mom and the sisters of the house I have. You guys are always there for me. I will not forget the services of the mother who raised me until now.” I held onto Ms Rahma's hand and rested my head on her shoulder.

“Huh...,” heard a heavy sigh from Bu Rahma. “Ya already! If that is your determination, I can only pray for you. You should be able to bring yourself in a new place, take care of yourself, keep your attitude towards others.” Ms. Rahma advised me.

I nodded and listened to all of his words. It was hard at first but I should be able to. This is for my future.

“Iya, Mom. Lura must remember always a message from Mom,”, I said sad.

Madam Rahma let go of my hand that was embracing one of her hands. He wanted to get out of the long chair we were sitting in.

“Wait here, I have something for you, Maybe this will help you find yourself all along!” ma'am Rahma said to you. It seems like something will be given to me.

I put the eyebrows together. I don't understand what Rahma is talking about. I will wait for him here according to his orders.

What exactly would Rahma give me.

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