MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chapter 028's

In my village, no one is better than everyone. All residents here are considered equal, but sometimes there are still those who do not like what others do.

Like my next door neighbor, who used to sell rice. If you look at it well, then what he does does not hurt.

Moreover, he sells also not by dropping others. The couple, who moved to the village about four years ago, still did so despite some neighbors prying at him.

I have heard it sometimes when I walk home from a mushola. Some mothers say that what is done by a married couple is quite strange.

How not, according to the mothers, should someone who sells rice also sell other basic ingredients such as oil, eggs, and others.

But unlike the couple, really only selling rice.

From the front of his house, there was also no large warehouse containing a lot of rice.

The mothers who walked in front of me also said that maybe if there was a warehouse, it still made sense what the couple did. This means that they both have big businesses in the food sector, especially rice.

From there, I remembered my sister, Jaka. He has just started his first experience as a trader in the market.

There will certainly be a lot of scorn that is expressed directly, as well as scorn that is wrapped in praise.

In my mind, I actually really want to ask in detail about Jaka's sales experience.

However, back again if I think deeply, I also have the desire that my sister is ready to live independently facing many problems that are still waiting in the future.

In my daydreams, I also thought about how I was doing right now. The condition of the body that did not improve, made me more worried.

Already several times Jaka said he wanted to take me to check into the clinic, but I just refused.

I refused instead without reason, however, I thought of more things like finances, and also time for which would be more spent resting if I had to obey what the doctor said.

Usually, I do not pamper all sides of the body and the muscles that support my body if I am sick.

Forcing everything not to be spoiled in circumstances is one of my methods to be able to rise and heal as before.

But, why the pain I suffered this time felt different. In fact, some of the medicinal pills that Jaka had bought also seemed to have no impact on my current condition.

I longed to grimace and feel Mother's embrace again, eager for me to gain the affection and attention of my father with all his struggles that even fed myself with bread dipped in milk.

Crying, said Mother is a very natural thing done by everyone if it is in a difficult situation.

However, Dad added to what I said. According to Father, crying is also a natural thing if accompanied by a sense of optimism to be able to immediately solve all the problems that are being mourned.

And this time, I have to make Dad and Mom proud by doing what they both said.