Mustika is the name given to a beautiful little daughter, that is me. Mustika was not born into a rich family, this child was born from a simple family. In their youth, after marriage, the father and mother decided to migrate to their city in order to..his fate and that of his family changed, in order to be successful, so that his children were not abandoned and not floundered, he came to the city, father tried to apply for work in offices for months and still did not get a job. month.still no one has received it while his wife (my mother) is pregnant and has not eaten, at home there is absolutely no food, there is not even rice. until mother says
.mother: "how can you not work, what do we want to eat, what should I ask your brother, you have the heart to beg for mercy from your family, you have the heart to be trampled on." mother said while shedding tears.
.father: "Don't beb, I know we don't have any money, but don't let us ask for people's mercy, wait for me not to go out looking for work again, maybe there is luck out there." said the father by taking a deep breath.
mother: "what do you need me to be a maid, so we can eat" said mother.
.father: "no, please don't stay at home just wait for me after this I'm going home with food." said the father with fear because of the threat of the mother who was willing to be a servant so that the children and their families could eat. Father did not allow mother to work, finally father was desperate to find a good job.risky, you can get a job but the salary is small so that for food and electricity is not enough,
..Mother: "Until when will everything be like this, Mas, soon I will give birth to what costs are used, we don't have any savings at all." said mother to father.
.Father: "Be patient, beb, I want to find another job, I can't if this continues." said the father while stroking the belly of the mother who was pregnant with me.
.I was born into this beautiful world, everyone is happy because I am the first grandchild and daughter in a big family, laughing and laughing. After a few months my mother and I went with my father to the city, in my mind my mother lived. We would be comfortable there rather than in the village.
.We went to the city, it turned out that life in the city was not as beautiful as we dreamed, the environment where we lived for the first time was surrounded by brothers, uncles, aunts. One complex was inhabited by all of them, there should have been a happy mother, on the contrary, she was depressed, wanted to scream, wanted. crying mom can't, just stay quiet and watch everything, until her body is emaciated, in the past if one of the family was poor it would be shunned, kicked here and there, not appreciated, until at one point my father was stumbled upon a problem that required big money, while Mom doesn't have..money, in the end, like it or not, the mother had to come to one of her family to borrow money, instead of borrowing it, she was hurled hurtful words.
.budhe: "what are you doing here,?" he said with a cynical face. He treated us like disgusting trash.
.Mother: "Sorry, ma'am, may I ask for your help, my husband has a problem and requires a large amount of money, may I ask for help as your sister-in-law." said the mother in a sad tone.
.budhe: "what..... you want to borrow money, can't you won't be able to return it, just to eat you spit up let alone want to borrow money, do you want to return it with leaves or sand later, no...no.. .. no one's gone there, you're just littering my house." he said whilkick mom out.this moment is the moment that parents remember the most, this pain will never go away, this incident that arouses the motivation of parents to move forward, to change their lives to be more successful.
.One day there was an incident where I was 5 years old and fell down in the gutter and my ear was torn so off I initially intended to buy snacks by playing around, but I fell into a ditch in a serious condition, when I entered the gutter of my buddhist uncle.just looking without helping me even though my condition at that time was really critical, there was no good etiquette to help me instead it was the neighbors who carried me, then taken to the hospital, my mother was just informed when I was in the hospital, crying mother.as loud as possible, the brothers even blamed the mother, they didn't want to help, they turned it on.
.budhe x: "the mother just sleeps, let the child go into the ditch, don't worry about the ear until it comes off, the mother brakes, so what kind of mother is like that, her job is to sleep, the child is left wandering outside." he said sarcastically.
.mother: "let it go, maybe this is the way of the power." said the mother firmly and strongly.Yes, that's how the big family is when one of the poor family members is afflicted by a disaster, yes instead he is said to be humiliated, as a family, this should protect each other, not bring each other down.
.Once upon a time, at that time, my father got a good job, the salary was big, so slowly he could buy a house, a car, etc. Not a single family member knew that my father, my mother, was able to buy everything. By the time the rent was up we.planning to move to a new house, father and mother still consider budhes, uncles, aunts as good brothers, father and mother come to his house one by one, the goal is to invite to feel happy together.
.Father: "Ma'am, come tomorrow to our house, well, our rent is up." said the father with a happy face.
.budhe: "what ... moving, where do you want to move, where else do you want to be, still able to pay another rent, you pretend to invite us, at least in the end it's a rented house." he said, laughing heartily, glad that this man looked down on other people.
.father: "yes gpp at least we still have shelter." said dad casually.
then they came to our house, at first they were shocked they thought we were a family contracting someone's house, it turned out that this was our own house. they said,
.budhe x: "You know, is this your own house or a rented house, how come it's so big and spacious". he said to his father while being surprised to see the condition of the house which was very good, spacious.
.Father: "Thank God this is our own house, although it's still like this, thank God, our own house is no longer contracted". said the father to budhe "...
.padhe x: "Is this from a wall or from a wooden plank, how come it's hard, cook, yes, this is your own house, maybe this is someone's house you claim to be." he said sarcastically.
father: "from the wall mas, thank God," replied the father patiently and relaxed.
.in my heart the eyes are yes, can't you see if you can see it from the wall, you can cook it from wooden boards, you can make it up to the 3rd floor, cook, yes, such a large house was built using wooden boards. That, in the elite area too.
.budhe x still can't believe it all, he said again: "then whose car is this, where can you rent it from". while muttering.
Father: "This is our car, yesterday I didn't buy it when this house was about to finish construction, the rest of the funds didn't end up buying a car." said dad.
.budhe: "Where did you find the money, how come you can build a house as grand as this, how come you can buy a car too, you're a gift, huh?" he said to his father.
.My mother and I replied: "Yes, I'll make the sacrifice for you later," because our hearts were tired, there was no cynicism. they should be happy if their sister is successful but they are hurt.
.finally we were away from a toxic environment, we started to enjoy a slightly calm life, but they didn't stop finding fault with my family, but father and mother were still good, their minds didn't want to be a disobedient sister, so finally she was bullied continuously.
.when we moved to a new house my mother was pregnant with my sister, 3 months later my sister was borbig families should be happy, not even say bad words they say: "have more children sure you can't raise it, where do you get money from hahaha." he said laughing.
.I, who was 12 years old, started to feel uncomfortable with the environment. Finally, I didn't play at all in the old place, where the place was surrounded by my father's big family.
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