It has been several month that my wife selling local cake, with Jean on the bike...blessing to us that during Ramadhan month, the cake are sold fast like nuts. Today she even sold them twice a day morning and afternoon, bout 3pm.
My dear friends, I as father and husband..deep inside..having pain to see the precious have to sell cakes to help the finansial circumstances, which I believe tight to everybody. First several day i even felt quilty living a sucure job in embassy..yet it is again my wife that remind me of my love for teaching.
She does believe that one or two years ahead this home private English course will reach the amount quadruple than now. So I try to believe as much as she is.. It is proven my friends..doing it for 6 month, I already got one third of what I expected.....with better management..it is possible to have the amount we want.
The different is...my wife believe cause she knows I love this field...while me I believe based on the management I make. Combining this two, would even give us greater chance to move forward.
but the bad side is I still feel the pain of letting them share some of my job to earn money. Especially the little jean.
One morning I started my bike ..riding around the block so I can meet Jean and her moom during their cake TRADING (hahahaha), cause I know Jean will be very happy to see me on the bike. Her mom often ask me to do fake race and the bicycle win.. Jean would yell very happy during the winning period. I found Jean smile as the pills of my pain inside.
About 5.am Jean and her mom wake up and get the cakes to sell. The quilty feeling gradually reduce with a firm thought of training Jean that life means hard work which not so many have the chance.
So I pay more attention to Jean by hugging her 5 minutes longer than the last day, share my warm heart, telling her that no work is to hard, if one do it based on love. No work is too hard when love is surround you, even when people around you make a hard decision to go out their comfort Zone.
Jean will be 2 years by 9 next month my friend. In the phote she was about 1 year old. I hope she could be the Joan of Arc, at least for her own life..minus the suffer.
Tarian Hujan 2010