MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 1 INTRODUCTION

My name is Aryani Putri. I was born into a simple family. I was an only child. My father was just a factory worker, while my mother worked part-time in a loundry near our house.

I'm just a high school graduate, because both my parents died in tragic accidents. At that time I was already in the third grade of SMU.

I used to aspire to be a doctor. Because I think the profession of doctor is very honorable. I studied hard, so that my school grades were good, and I was able to get a scholarship to study medicine.

I realized my parents wouldn't be able to afford college if I didn't get a scholarship. Moreover, the famous medical department is very expensive.

But his name is also an ambition, can it be as high as a mountain?

Actually since the second grade of SMU, I've been getting scholarships from school. Because my report value is always the highest, among my friends.

I am proud of my achievements. Because that way, I didn't burden my parents, with high school fees. My school is notoriously expensive. Most rich kids go to school there.

With the help of the employer my mother worked for, I was able to get into that school. He paid all the money. Without my mother having to replace it.

At first my father did not agree with the help. Not to be indebted to others. He wants his son to go to school, from his work.

But me and my mom forced me to agree. Many of my Junior High School friends, who also went on to that school. Because the quality of education is above average.

Finally my father gave up on my will, and agreed. After all I was the only child. As a parent, you always want to obey, and make me happy.

I also don't want to burden my parents, with expensive school fees. At first I intended to help my mother, working part-time as well, in the loundry where my mother worked.

But mom and dad forbid me. My only job is to learn. That's what they always tell me. About school fees, as expensive as anything, they will try. Even if you have to bone.

I'm proud of them. Proud because they are great parents. With all their limitations, being able to afford my expensive school monthly money.

As the only child, it doesn't make me spoiled. Our mediocre life, taught me not to be a spoiled child.

I can't be like my friends, who go on vacation every weekend with their families. Or the way to the mall with peers. Or just hanging out at the cafe, after school.

I always take my time to learn. I don't want to disappoint my parents, because my grades are bad. Or because of my mischief. I want to be a kid they can be proud of.

I prove it, with my report value always the highest, among my friends. In the second grade, I applied for a scholarship to my school.

And thank God, my students agreed. With the record, my report score in the next semester, can't go down. If until my report value drops, then in the next semester, my scholarship is revoked.

The scholarship is purely from school. Cross-subsidy of the terms. In order for accomplished children. To support them to stay successful.

Doni's a rich man's son. The owner of a second car dealer. My friends said. Doni often went to school by car, changing.

Although the son of a rich man, but Doni is not arrogant. Unlike other friends, who never wanted to greet me. Because they know, I'm a kid people can't afford. Even the entrance fee to the school was paid by my mother's employer.

They know that my mom works in loundry. Because my mother's employer's son also went to school in the same place as me. Maybe he told my friends. But I never cared.

I'm not ashamed, so people's children are not capable. I'm not ashamed, even during school breaks, just staying in class. Because I don't have enough money to go to the cafeteria. Food in my school cafeteria, nothing cheap.

I used the break time, to reopen the previous lesson. Sometimes Doni likes to come, bring me food or drinks, which he buys in the school cafeteria.

Yeah, just Doni's a good friend to me. I have almost no friends at school. They all stayed away from me. Ignored me. Assume I never existed.

Turn there is a duty from school, then they are competing to approach me. I'm used to it. But I never wanted to take advantage of the situation. I don't want to be paid by them to do their job. I just want to help.

They often say I am arrogant. Doubtful. Or whatever, bad words to hear. But I'm a cuek. Doni used to defend me, if I started bully them.

My relationship with Doni grew closer. We often work together. Often go home from school together, because my house is in line with his house.

My feelings for Doni are also getting closer. But I consider it just monkey love. Love of teenagers. Which may disappear later, as time goes on.

When I was in third grade, both my parents died. A tragic accident took the lives of both of them. My father picked up my mother from his brother's house.

I heard the news, immediately hysterical and fainted at school. Doni and some teachers took me to the UKS room. After I regained consciousness, Doni drove me to the hospital, where the bodies of my father and mother were.

There I was crying so much. Doni, who was always by my side, tried to calm me down.

With help from Doni's parents, my parents' bodies can be brought home.

My parents were hit-and-run victims. No one is responsible for the cost of the hospital. Fortunately, there are good people who want to help me. Including his parents Doni.

After my parents' funeral, my grandmother invited me to stay at her house. I also think because my relationship with my grandmother is very close.

The loss of my parents made me very upset. For days I cried and didn't want to get out of my room, in my grandmother's house. I also often skipped school because my physical condition often dropped. Maybe because I was always thinking about my parents leaving.

Until finally, impact on the value of lessons in school. As a result, in the last semester, my student was revoked by the school.

Fortunately, my grandmother still wanted to pay for my school. So I can continue to continue my schooling. Until I graduated.