The Power of the Female Heart
visit to school

Maybe some people think I'm a strong woman but actually I'm a sick woman, honestly in my heart there is still pain that might make me have feelings of resentment .

my pain and heartache as a woman who was never cherished and never loved ,only women who have the status of a wife who has no place in the heart of the husband are considered as a complement and messenger by him .

Maybe now I am not his wife anymore but the wounds that were given to me are still imprinted in this heart .

I try to open my heart to other men but each will continue to the level of marriage, my trauma that always

haunts me.

Hopefully one day I will be met with my true soul mate Amin .

When I look at myself and when. My delusion of flying high from behind someone slapped me on the shoulder .

"hi ..."

How surprised I was and I was aghast I turned to the side of a man who immediately sat beside me and pinched my cheek .

"oh .... You ".

Shocked and wide-eyed my eyeballs saw my best friend here .

"That's lucky I saw you what is my delusion or is this reality ".

Hearing me speak so arya immediately pinched me again .

"au... Sick knows ".

"that's a sign you don't fantasize this is real lo genuine ".

after a long time joking with arya my heart a little relieved, he asked how my household because last time the arya knew the betrayal of mas reza against me .

Then I tell you everything , after a long time until we separated to continue each other's activities.

The phone from my phone reads .

"hallo ... assalamualaikum who is this ?"many .

"waalaikumsalam this from his school dawn ".

My heart is troubled what this is .

"he's his mother's dawn, what's up, what's up

Wrong at dawn school ".full my question .

" oh no, this ma'am, we just want Zainab's mom to come to school to make us new uniforms ".

"oh so can ma'am, tomorrow morning insyaalloh I go there ma'am ".

"ok we wait ma'am ".

I closed the phone and thank God I ordered it again for me .

At night when I look for fresh air at night accompanied by dawn, I sit on the porch of the house, once I see people passing by on the street .

"dawn babe .... Tomorrow where to go to your school, tomorrow with all of you..."

"what's up ma.... Did my teacher call my mom ?.

Full of questions from my son's mind .

"oh ... Mama was on the phone with your principal's mother, she said they wanted her to make a uniform for the farewell ".

Ooooo.....

Hearing the long word ooo I smiled to myself, indeed the child will not be far from the nature of his parents .

In the past if there was a call from my parents I would have been shaking, my fear of action at school was revealed .

In the morning I woke up and I woke up at dawn after I finished taking her to school and I was going to the principal's office.

"mom..... Dawn down here alone, shameful dawn ma.... Later temen temen on mgejek kin ..".

I immediately descended him because he was ashamed of maybe not having time to kiss his mother's hand.My son is indeed special in my heart, my paralysis my spirit and my future ".

I looked at it from a distance until in front of his class he waved his hand, without me noticing my tears dripping down my cheek .

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