I frequently had a lot of visitors guy, make the neighbors hate us. The village youth who feel marginalized begin to interfere when my friends came to my home. They tell little children to peek and pelted us with gravel and corn Jagel. Many women are also very hated me, because they felt envy towards me. Almost every day, they gossiped pleasure while looking for lice. If there is a man of my new acquaintances, and when they asking them about my address, sometimes they do not want to show. But it incites, so that the man, thought better to meet at our place.
There are also people who do nosy, take and move the benches that used for seating our guests. We do not know who was the doer. Once sought after by my brother, SN Heryanto, knew that itwas placed on the bench under a mango tree near the house of my neighbors. About a hundred meters away from our house. Most of them, are those who hate me, are of the lower class and the uneducated Muslim.
To meet the needs of our daily lives, we take on debt to a merchant named Mr. Tasrip and his wife named Mrs. Tayah. Sometimes I felt be embarrassed. For if Mr. Tasrip had just returned from shopping with driving jolted, he then saw we were in his house to take on debt, and instantly his face turned into a frown, and sometimes says insinuating that really make our hearts ache. Almost every day we eat with a side dish of fried noodles and crackers without eating vegetables. Unbalanced nutritional needs, make me suffer gout.
TO BE CONTINUED,,, (----->>Please Tell to all of your friends,, and share nor forward My Story, Thanks...<<-----)
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