LOVE THE ORPHAN
MY NAME IS LAILA

My name is Laila Wulandari, I've been an orphan since I was five, my father who had been working as a laborer suddenly became very sick because of lung pain that he had dreamed for 1 year ago.

Ever since my father died my mother tried so hard to support me and my sister, mom every 3 am always gets up early to make wet cakes and when the dawn has shown its rays my mom will drive around the village to peddle her wet cakes.

I who is 5 years old certainly can not help much, just a prayer that I can give to the mother to stay strong, strong and healthy in living the hard life, he said, our mother's savings and property that was not worth as much as it was gone for the cost of paternity and mother had to work hard to replace father to find money so that we could eat and pay for school fees.

My sister was 3 years old named Lula Kasyafani, when my mother was busy peddling cakes I would be happy to help my mother take care of Lula, I bathed her, put clothes on her and feed her food. When Lula was ready and I could stay with all her toys then I cleaned myself and prepared food for me and also for my mother.

It was very sad and my heart was very sick when I saw friends my age playing and trading with his family I was faced with a fate where I had to be able to help my mother and had to be a good and useful child for the mother only for the sake of slightly reducing the burden on the mother.

When I got home after I finished selling the cake, then mom took me to school and after that I will be left alone because I have to go again to the market to buy ingredients to make cakes for tomorrow, sad yes I am sad..... mom had to leave while my other friends were being looked after and waited for by her parents at school, when I go home from school I will not even be picked up by my mother so that my teacher will take me home.

I was forced to bury all my thoughts and ideals and should always be able to smile in front of my mother and sister - even though my heart was very sad and sick but with a smile in front of them at least they could see me fine because I should not be weak even though I was insulted and reviled because I was born from a poor family so people sometimes looked at me with one eye.

Until in the end I was met with a sincere man who accepted all my shortcomings, a man who was able to make me smile in the midst of the bitter life, a man who is able to be a shade in the heat of the world that squeezes me.

But one thing I never imagined before, I, who is only a poor and orphaned and uneducated girl, want to reach a well-established and educated man, of course, this is opposed by his mother and family.

Will I be able to keep her by my side? will I be able to survive amid the caste differences between us? will we be able to come together and build a happy family?