Sky forces it to become

The pounding of she's feet never stopped walking along the streets that were filled with the hustle and bustle of the city people. She's hand is selling a simple cake typical of the city where she was born, in order to welcome a better tomorrow morning. Well, she is getting older, the old lady is still passionate about selling, she doesn't want to depend on the fate of her children or grandchildren. She believes that she is able to support herself with the fruits of she's own hard work.

She's smile was always etched on she's face, which began to wrinkle, to everyone she met along the way. The sun was getting higher. Drop after grain of sweat began to fall from his forehead which met the sun. Sometimes if she feels so tired, she takes the time to sit for a while on the edge of the sidewalk, drinking a few drops of mineral water which at least can be an oasis in the desert of she's throat.

Her steps were united again, she's mouth again voiced the same thing, hoping someone could come over and buy the cake she had made since that early morning. her scream was sweet fruit, a little girl approached the old grandmother carrying a piece of money. She's tone, which was still a little funny, was heard successfully carve a smile on the old granny's dry lips.

The seconds ticked by. Sometimes fate is not in the same direction as what we desire. That afternoon, heavy rain flushed the city which is quite densely populated. The private vehicles that were scattered along the road also seemed to add to the noise of the increasingly heavy rain. The road was getting slippery and muddy, making it difficult for the old grandmother to walk back to her bed.

Evening came. The old grandmother is still contemplating her fate for tomorrow morning. The cake that he had sold was not worth it because it was cut by the heavy rain that flushed the surface of the city. Not to mention that the firewood reserves for she's stove have run out, maybe if it doesn't rain this evening, she will take the time to look for logs that meet the existing shortcomings. But, now she can only contemplate, hoping that a miracle can pick him up among the billions of people the miracle wants to pick him up too.

The sound of chanting holy verses decorated her dimly night. At least the bamboo house that he lives in will become more alive because of the chanting of God's verse.

"Only to You, I worship and only to You, I ask for help." A line of prayers that could hear from the bamboo room of the house was starting to become fragile.

So sorry for the old grandmother, living alone in a fragile house with age. Where are the children? Have they forgotten the services their mother has given them? Why could the child have the heart to let his mother live alone like that? Isn't their pity in their hearts? Are they dead, for the trespassing of the treasures they now have? Oh, why am I thinking this way? I do not deserve to have a prejudice against that old grandmother's child.

Early in the morning, she was out of his rest. Trying for a moment to breathe in the morning air and fill she's stomach with a few pieces of used cake yesterday

With small steps, she headed for the wilderness, spreading his views to all sides of the forest in order to speed up the search for firewood which she would use to cook she's little cakes.

She's smile was engraved again when she saw the stretch of dry wood in the middle of the forest. Skilfully, she gathered all the wood and tied it tightly. Even though she's body was starting to become fragile, she was still able to carry the logs, at least right next to his bamboo house. Because that's where she started making her's little cake which he had learned from she's mother.

Time still flies. The sun began to shine its rays to the ends of the earth. Today he was a little late to start the action. The rain that afternoon made him lose a little, but what could he do? it is God's decree to control everything that will happen in this universe.

Back friends with the dust. Return to the metropolitan grand street. Maybe she is only a small part of this metropolis, but at least he enlivened the city trip. Maybe for years, she had been trying to pick up money coffers from this place. Even though she knows that modern food is more in demand by urban people, she's dream may be real, at least there are still those who are loyal to what kind of traditional food she peddles.

Smiling seeing the old grandmother was so eager to peddle her on this side of the capital's road. Age may be old, but the spirit never seems old. I know, she was so tired but he was still able to spread a smile on she's tiny lips.

Sometimes it comes to mind, why young people today prefer to be unemployed rather than looking for work, even though the job is underestimated by some people. Is it because of prestige? if at least they sell newspapers or just she sells thirst-quenching drinks on the sides of the road. The age of a young person must not have reached the head of 3, but why is she's enthusiasm like an old grandfather who surrendered to be entrusted to a nursing home?

Return to the old granny. today she was lucky enough because she came home with only his selling basket. Yes! all the cakes are sold Rain is no longer a barrier to she's money purse.

She sat back down on the old prayer mat as a memento of she's a beloved father. The old prayer mat always accompanied the grandmother to complain to God. But it wasn't the complaints that she now heard from the mouth of the old grandmother, but the gratitude that kept coming out. The grandmother repeatedly bowed down in gratitude for her luck today. Accompanied by a dim light that is enough to illuminate the body and his old prayer mat.

The morning starts again. Back friends with the dust. Return to the metropolitan grand street. She worked she's bones increasingly fragile, for the sake of the 1 cent she was waiting for.

Grandma, I hope your steps will remain strong even though you are no longer upright.

May your youthful spirit shine, even if the sky forces it to become inflamed.

May your dreams always live, even if only as night flowers.

I learned the expensive journey of life. Where when we have worked on something, let's say it's our dream, then if we are on our way to reach that dream, we will fall. Get up immediately, find another, better way to reach it. Because if we remain silent, we will miss the dream that is further away from us, life will continue even without us.