Altschmerz
MENTAL HEALTH

In my country, Asia. There are only 2 seasons, namely the rainy season and hot season. A season that cannot be called a season because of its arrival that rarely can be predicted as in western countries.

Right now, my head is full of all sorts of tangled threads, because for the first time in my life, I saw my own family even berate my mother. I don't understand what my mother's fault is? But does it have to be? Is deserved? A mother, scolded by them? Own family?

At that time I had just returned from school, I was happy to rush to the bath because I wanted to meet my mother who was at the yard selling with my Omahku. Long story short, I arrived right in front of the stall that the mother rented, who accidentally even saw a number of terrible scenes that were not worth watching by an 8-year-old child.

My legs are shaking, my heart is exploding, my sweat is pouring out. I had just finished my bath, but the air around me was very hot.

my two eyes caught a moment that shook my mind, constantly looking at me while thinking. Really this? Is it true that there is a middle-aged man who is currently holding a large machete on my mother while berating her? Is this a joke like the TV show scene?

" Parsetan, if you're still looking, I'll kill you right now!! " The middle-aged man shouted at my mother who was being held by Omaku.

" Om?! What's wrong, why leave it to me? Om own take but why should I be burdened? I never even wanted to take it. " Say my mother without fear.

Now Omaku is speaking.

" Hussein?! Put that thing down!! Do you want someone to report to the police? You've made a scene!! " Speak Omaku with a hoarse voice and unable to shout loudly.

From where I stood, I did not see that the wife of this man named Hussein was trying to separate them, she did not care and only continued to serve the people who were in line to buy her yellow rice.

What a crazy family, deliberately making a fuss so that more customers gather to sit down to eat while watching this spikopat show.

No one dared to rebuke the actions of the man named Husein, how black the hearts of those who just watch. Although I know, they were afraid to interfere because of the sharp objects there.

The fierce mouth debate continued unceasingly, until even Opah Husein could not hold back his anger anymore so he even stepped quickly towards my mother and wanted to slash her right then and there, in front of my eyes. I couldn't move, I also wanted to scream, scream so that everyone would see me scared. Screaming for everyone to think that there are children who have been watching their actions since. But I'm silent, it feels like I'm no longer alive.

Until finally...

Bukk!!!

I also fell unconscious from being hit by the feeling of shock.

I felt, that I was still conscious and not asleep, and I was no longer numb, I was just powerless. And forced to hear only the voices around me, there were many voices that captured my earlobe. But I don't know, who the voices belong to? Until the sound of radiation vibrations belonging to my mother and also Omaku managed to be caught by my tiny earlobe.

" Atschmerz!! Darling?! Honey?!! Awake, boy!! " Weird, even my mother's panicked voice can still make me feel the shade.

" Alcherz!! Honey?!! " A man with a heavy voice was calling me.

" well?? How's this? I don't know if Altschmerz saw this. Hix.. Hix.. Hix.. " Mommy complained while crying.

I heard so many words of regret from my mother's mouth, I was eager to say that I was okay. I was just shocked to see it happen, but I was powerless. Although I want to, but my brain does not respond to my muscle nerves to move.

" Alcherz!! It's Dad, son. You hold well.. " It seems that the heavy voice belonged to my father?

" Oh, apparently there's a father. But, Dad. I'm not strong. " Belatin.

After saying that, I was completely unconscious, like a robot toy that ran out of battery mass.

Shortly thereafter, I had a dream. My dream is beautiful. It was too beautiful to make me realize that I was still unconscious.

" Well.... There are so many butterflies, Dad! " I said after seeing the direction my father was pointing.

I ran up to my mom, "Mom?! Mommy?! Mom's cake looks good!! I want 1! "

I also ate a cake made by my mother, it was very happy, this is the most delicious cake that I have ever eaten. My eyes did not feel bored to see it because right now in front of me there are various kinds of cakes made by my own mother's hands, plus the expanse of a beautiful lake that became my eye conditioning. Huufss.

" Nyam.. Tasty... " I just keep enjoying my mom's cake.

Cakes that taste tender and sweet, with melted chocolate topping and walnuts are my Favorite long time ago.

I, who enjoyed this comfort too much, was finally made curious by the familiar sounds of noise that had spread widely in all directions. I stopped chewing, implanting my hearing so I could focus more on the screaming sounds. Until soon, all the beautiful scenery in front of me, suddenly turned into the scene of my mother's quarrel with a middle-aged man.

" Parsetan, if you're still looking, I'll kill you right now!! " The middle-aged man shouted at my mother who was being held by Omaku.

" no.. No. gabe... I have to stop everything... No. gabe.. No. gabe.. " My body feels light when I stand up.

I remember, I remember everything that happened.

" no.. Mothers... Mothers... " I started running to hug my mom. And when I managed to hug my mother's body, all the fighting sounds suddenly stopped. I think, I've succeeded, I finally managed to stop this fight.

" Mom....." My inner cry was in tune with my face looking up.

Splash it!!

One hit the sharp object hit my mother's head. At that time my body was also affected by the body of a very heavy mother.

" Mother?? Mum??? Mom is heavy.. Mum?? " I cried to the mother who had overflowing me while soaking a lot of blood to form a pool.

" ha... Haha... Mum's dead... Is it dead, huh?... " I am frustrated by forcing myself to laugh.

Is this really just a dream? Or is this reality? But why does it feel so real? Am I wrong? Is it because I'm bad? Is it because we are not rich?

There are so many questions that attack my tribe. My mentality was like being hit hard, I couldn't resist all these blows.

" someone? Justjust please.. Please save me from this nightmare. "

I don't know why, my body is getting heavy. To the extent that I could not breathe properly, my ribs one by one began to break because I could not bear the heavy weight of my mother. It's too heavy, my mother, too heavy. Me? I'm having trouble breathing. L'm...

" Maybe the picture was just my imagination. Maybe I will no longer be conscious. Maybe I wasn't looking at the fight. Maybe my imagination is too wild. Maybe from the beginning I was just dreaming. And not reality. And maybe I'll actually.. ".

" Dead???? "

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