Senin, 28 Februari 2011

Bad Experience - Theft on the road

School activities are very solid. every day I came in at 07.00. So as not to late I always wake up very early. after a shower I prepared a book that will be taken. I later breakfast, about 06.00o'clock I left school . about about o'clock I left school, I always used to leave early in the morning. because if I oversleep I could be late .
I learned in school for about six hours. with high spirits I learn more enterprising ,but I'm lost in reverie . sorry for my legs started aching, maybe my legs tired drifting.
I stay up all day helping my mother to sell at market. my mom sold in stores. Because the mother's insistence to serve buyers who crowded, crowded and noisy. sorry mom sweat out continuously, a dry throat and eating too irregular meals. if not I who helped the mother, who else? I feel happy because my mom sells merchandise and my mom could pay for school. although it disrupted my learning if I helped the mother, does not make me discouraged, I kept fighting. I like to play cat - cating who kept running to what I want to accomplish.
Day was changed, as I usually do in school activities from the beginning to get up early to go back to help the mother in the store. I accidentally remember, that my teacher never told to bring money for Rp. 150,000 books, I also asked the mothers! I said: mom .. mom .. I told my teacher to bring the money the book today? mother say how much my son?? I had to answer Rp. 150 000. because the mother was concerned I would be very jealous to learn and help her, she immediately gave the money to me. "I smiled and said thank you, mom! ago, I went to school .
I went to school while I smiled cheerfully, and with the spirit I walk this leg swing. but the middle of the trip, I was in nakali by bad boys who want to take my money in a rough, he scare me with their knives. there was no one who passed that way. "I teringkup scared, I cried there was no help ... because I'm getting scared, I'm giving money away. when money was money gift from mothers who work hard suck me and my mother got it.
Last robbers went away with bringing my money. I was so sad, I can only cry over my feet stepped to school. any class, I just stay quiet. I thought about how I tell it all to the mother? pu bell rang, marking time to go home. I walked with confusion, accidental arrival at home my mother was still at home. mother saw me crying and asked: why are you son?? I, too, responded with nervous. I tell all the events today, with the inhaled breath mother could only smile and tgive advice be more careful. tears began to stop, because my mother was not angry. Hehehe………..

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