A Reason for Being Life English Version

Three

"It's not like that old man, I meant to offend you but so that you realize that you haven't introduced yourself, who are you, what should I call you, where do you live, how many children do you have, but if you are offended by anything else, it's not my fault." Nur smirked while shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, sometimes old people's feelings are very sensitive, if you say something else he's actually offended by something else. But you're right I didn't tell you who I am from the start, but even so why did you easily follow me all the way here? Aren't you afraid of me? It might turn out that I have black magic and bewitch you so that you obey all my words"

"Umm... maybe you're right, but an hour ago my mind went blank, I didn't think about it at all, I just wanted to sort things out, and I thought you were just an old man with gray hair, a thin body and shabby clothes as soon as you seems to have no malicious intent at all to me, after all I don't think my life is that meaningful so if my expectations of you an hour ago were wrong, it's not a big problem for me" Nur said flatly.

"You are truly innocent. Fortunately, the one you met was me, if someone else had meant bad things to you, you would not have fared well, my child. And also, then what you think means it doesn't matter for you to tell all your stories, the reason why you want to kill yourself in that stupid way haha. " The old man shifted Nur's questions, asking him about his own identity. "Perhaps you're right, but I think it's inappropriate to tell all the stories of life with all its problems to people I've just met, even if there won't be any problems; I think privacy is privacy, not to be known by people who don't even want to tell you who they are," Nur said.

"Haha even though I've switched you still remember your question"

"I knew from the start that you didn't seem to want to tell me who you are, which is a simple example of what I said earlier: privacy is privacy not to be known by others."

"You're right, Nur, I don't want to tell you who I am because you might be afraid or even avoid me if you know, but don't worry, I have no bad intentions towards you. I'm just here to listen to your story and, when the time comes, I'll tell you who I am."

"Hey, old man, do you want me to call you an old man forever?"

"It doesn't matter to me; after all, I'm old."

"Okay if that's what you want"

"Nur, your story sounded a little boring when I heard it earlier; was your childhood really that boring?"

"CERTAINLY NOT, OLD MAN!!! I had a fun childhood too. Well, I'll tell you that actually, my childhood was very colorful. I was a smart and active child from my childhood. "

"All right, tell me about your childhood that seemed very extraordinary to you," the old man said, attempting to remind Nur that her childhood was not only filled with black spots, but also with many colors.

"Okay fine, I won't haha"

8 years ago

"My grandmother is a teacher at one of the public elementary schools, and my grandfather is the principal. When I was little, among all the grandchildren, my grandmother liked me the most. My grandmother really couldn't stand to see me wearing a school uniform. As a result, she enrolled me in one of the nearby kindergartens at her house, but because I was an intelligent child, it only took me one year to be there, graduating from kindergarten. I was still very small, four and a half years old. Which is certain not an elementary school would accept such a small child, except the school where my grandparents worked.

"Basically, I also don't mind going to school, haha, because at school I have many friends, I get pocket money and also get compliments from teachers who like me because I'm smart. Perhaps some people who saw me in school would feel sorry because my youngest child was forced to see a stressful subject, but they don't know that I actually enjoy school, especially the lessons, and it makes me proud to be a smart child.