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my family

I am siska anisa.

I am the only child of a modest family my father was a truck driver and my mother was a street vendor at a traditional market. our lives were enough at first after a long period of happiness we were disturbed to arrive father in phk because his company wanted to go bankrupt. mothers who sell usually enough and fitting should be exstra because the father is no longer earning we still feel enough even so. because enough dad seems to be complacent not to work on the grounds that he's been there looking for work but still not getting work. as I grew up I became a girl who was not beautiful but polite and kind. long-haired girl my eyes round my face fit black sweet said my friend but q clever boy at school I always get a class champion even public in my school every day my life is only filled with books I learned and joked with my parents. I have a lot of friends yes we five play with our lives all fairly simple we are people who are quite poor even can say our lives may not be too popular but we have a story yanti and I have been friends since elementary school. we were always together and playing but the father who is not working now makes the mother have to slam the bones and work day and night.at night the mother sells in the traditional market of the mother from 10 pm to 'hour 10 AM the next morning at 1 pm until 6 pm the mother was selling at the traditional market during the day the mother worked day and night to finance my school and my tutoring outside and pay the father's debt piling up doesn't know when it all happened since when dad owed us we don't know what we know every day is gonna be somebody who comes looking for me to collect a debt. we were shocked that mom tried to keep paying the debt even though I never knew when I was in debt and what we never knew but I remained patient and remained a devout wife to me husband. someday I will be like a mother to treat my husband someday.

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the sound of the door pounding in broad daylight shocked me and opened the door

there is no father

the voice sounded like I was scared and nervous

afraid of being afraid I would answer no.

tell dy pay the debt or aq destroy this house

I am sir

I died at home and closed the door.

dad went into hiding and came out

makash my son you saved me

I just kept quiet

I just heard my story and didn't say anything

how early the mother's heart continues to be responsible for the family even though the mother knows the father is not like that before.

now I'm in third grade and mom is asking if I want to go to college because if I am, I'm going to work on the cost.

I shakes unwillingly

I just want to work, I want to help my mom.

my son my mother is fine I want to see you succeed and someday you can help my mother in old age mother later.my dear mother you and your father your life

your father used to be a good man of responsibility.

maybe dad is tired of working so now lazy sluggish but it's okay as long as dad stays with us. I cry and hug mom.

my father was not evil and was afraid of my mother even angry never but the actions of the father who did not work and made a lot of debt made me angry. but after all this happened a long time ago I was used to it and did not protest anymore mom did her activitasi every day in between dad and picked up dad but what is surprising why dad did not sell along with my mother.whether the father is prestige or embarrassed or afraid of hot heat I don't know what I can do. I can only pray that my mother is healthy always and protected SWT god wherever she is. as time passed, I decided to go to college for my mother.

after college and walking as usual father always makes mother angry but what is the power of angry mother to that extent that even father never kapok profit repeat mother only pray that God gives his guidance so that I don't owe you anymore.

I was very curious why dad could be a lot of debt like this I was trying to find out.

hemm I was so amazed it turns out that my father played lottery gambling even my father did not hesitate to owe.

we can only be angry that he always realizes his mistake but he never tries not to repeat it again.