Homework.

Home wasn't a working place for me. During school time, I just can't accept the term - homework. Almost all the time I barely able to finish my homework at home. I believe you could understand the moment when you had setting up all your stationary on the table, neatly arrange your reference materials, picking your best pen, taking a deep breath to find a mood to start.

 Bismillah..
Then you start to write a word on the paper - which when your idea spilling from the brain onto the paper and suddenly...

"Could you help me to wash the dishes please," mom yelling.

"I was just started to do my homework"

I replied and another voice come from house compound.

"Can you get me my hoe in the store room," dad's voice.

Then..

 You will hear the sound of  books being closed and chair being pushed. 

Well at certain time, when my parents noticed that I am busy with my assignment or during school time we called it kerja kursus, they won't bother me of course. Parents understanding was overwhelming you know. But this child also can understand well. I mean how could you pretend not to hear the sound of chopping knife from the kitchen and the sound of shoveling from the outside compound, right? 

This is how I spend my holiday. 

Sorry sir, I didn't finished your homework because I had to settled down my homework.