Altschmerz
THE TRAUMA?

Anugrah is a small gift that God deliberately gives to each of his people with a composition that has been compared in such a way. Beautiful, sweet, neat teeth, handsome, tall, short, spotty, massage, until there are also defects from birth. All of that is a blessing with a value hidden within its shell.

Only God and those who truly love us can see the grace of God's gift. So why should you feel insecure with things that are not as expected? But, I am also not hypocritical, because I also experience insecure that actually wanted to be owned by many people around me. My face and white skin.

I looked at my face in a mirror. " god? Can I have a face full of pimples? I'm tired of all the people who keep fighting over the beauty of my face. What would be wrong if I had a face like this? "

Well, maybe you'll feel that I'm not grateful or anything like that. But let me be clear with what my bad experiences are with this gift.

The worst experience of being a beautiful little girl was that it was accidentally a golden ticket for pedophiles to have bad intentions, and this happened not only to me, but to my sister as well.

a few days after the todong problem, I was again frightened by a most terrible moment and almost destroyed my entire sane soul.

When my mother's distant brother came to work at my mother's stall, I used to call him Uncle erik. A handsome man who looks affectionate to all the little children including me and also my sister, Narah.

a week after his arrival in our family, his attitude and behavior have made us feel that he is a replica of an angel who was deliberately sent by God.

He worked very nimble, eating our lunch with the family, accompanying me and also Narah playing, to teach us some difficult lessons. What a dream Uncle.

But even so, apparently my brother, Brother Ziawan he really did not like the existence of Uncle Erik in our family, somehow but every time he saw his younger brothers were playing with Uncle Erik, he said, he must be watching from a distance and not playing together.

Long story short, that afternoon I was watching TV, and my sister was playing PS II on the computer with a position on me by Om Erik. They are very friendly and also friendly.

" oom.. Om.. Gesel to kili gesel to kili... Whoa wah.. Falling Assss.. " I cried my sister Narah.

As soon as they laughed together, I paid no heed to their existence or excitement. For me watching cartoons on TV is much more fun than playing PS.

" jorge!! How are you doing? " The boy exclaimed at George's monkey cartoon.

I enjoyed the cuteness of the orangutan cartoon named George, until I was shocked by one loud scream from Narah's mouth.

" Aaaah "The shrill, loud scream was able to make my eyes highlight Narah's body which turned out to be frozen on Om Erik's lap.

I asked, what's wrong? However, Narah only silenced while releasing his Play Station game on PC and even overtake me sitting in front of the TV cabinet.

What about Om Erik? Well he was silent for a moment there, then turned around while smiling at us.

" Hehe.. Narah's craving, huh? Because he was defeated by Om Erik??? Haha.. Well, already. Om Erik wants to go to the kiosk first. " His speech that looks mediocre but with strange movements.

But I'm not that stupid, this 8-year-old has learned secretly the strange movements of someone from Conan's Detective Anime.

I played Detective Conan by interrogating my sister, Narah.

" Nadah? Do you know why Om Erik looks so stiff? " Narah was silent with a pale face.

" Alright, if you don't want to tell... " I tried to think, imitating Conan's style.

" What because of losing a match? "

Narah shook her head.

" Ob Erik playing Cheat? "

Again he shook his head.

" Why are you screaming? "

For a few seconds Narah just lowered her face, this is not the figure of Narah I know if behaving like this. But I kept waiting for an answer from my brother, until he finally whispered to me.

A short sentence that scared me so much that my head kept on creating a lot of questions that no 8-year-old should think about.

I am no longer imitating the cool style of Conan, because after whispering Narah then even crying very loudly. He let go of everything he had been holding back since. I can't bear to see all that, though, until the figure of Kak Ziawan who had just returned home from school was so surprised because he saw me who was just petrified while staring at Narah who was crying as if in front of me.

" why?? " Kak Ziawan's voice made me turn towards the door.

Seeing the figure of Kak Ziawan who looks cool with his school uniform half outside while wearing a bag that is also just next to him, gives me a feeling of relief right then and there. I immediately looked over and hinted at a feeling of fear.

" Brother Ziawan.... " Have not told everything to Ziawan, I don't know why I cried too. Kak Ziawan's face was very panicked and ran to hug the two of us.

We both still continued to cry while being hugged and persuaded by Kak Ziawan. I kept thinking what if I was the one in Narah's position? It must have been very shocking and also frightening.

" Why?! Why are you crying?! where's Om Erik? " Let alone mention the name of Om Erik, Narah and I even raised the sound of our cries. Until Kak Ziawan's real friend came to pick him up to play together instead helped Kak Ziawan who was trying to calm us both.

Iqbal ran towards us and asked.

" Ziawan? Why are your sisters crying?? You must have tried it, right?? " Iqbal accused Kak directly rebutted by Kak Ziawan.

The smell of sweat Kak Ziawan is not like a boy in general who seems wry and sour. I can't explain it because it's the dominant body odor of Kak Ziawan.

" Attcherz? If you want to explain why? Brother Iqbal will accompany you to play cooking for a while, how? "

The offer was really interesting to me, but I still couldn't stop crying. Before long Kak Ziawan walked up to us with a glass of water, we were led to drink and then our feelings had improved more than before. At that time, Ziawa put on an angry face, making him even more afraid.

'' Brother Ziawan, must be angry because I can't take care of Narah and instead let Narah cry. "

That was the content of my thoughts as I stared at the red face of Kak Ziawan.

" It's calmed down? Scarang try to tell me what's wrong? " A firm sentence came out of our brother's mouth.

Narah took my shirt, signalling that I should help answer him because he was ashamed.

" Baby Iqbal? Please take care of Narah. " My words to Brother Iqbal were directly in the back of his thumb and his sweet smile.

" Brother Ziawan.. " I stood up and pulled Kak Ziawan's hand into the kitchen.

In the kitchen I explained everything to Brother Ziawan. So when Narah was playing with Om Erik, Narah felt that Om Erik was stroking Narah's thigh. Narah is very innocent so he does not really know if it should not be, in addition to this time Narah is wearing a flower dress, of course physical contact will occur directly.

Until finally...

" huh? You are the right Alrcherz?!! " Kak Ziawan's voice is rising.

" Hix... Hix.. Iyah, Narah told me the same story, if it was to play so Narah immediately shouted and stopped playing PS. Hix... Hix.. Maafin Altcherz, Brother... Altcherz can't take care of Narah... Hix.. "

Kak Ziawan's face turned red, I know he's very angry at the moment, and maybe this is why he doesn't like Om Erik. Brother Ziawan must have known the bad behavior of Om Erik, so he kept watching us until he was not willing to go play with his friends.

Then, will kaka Ziawan report it to our parents? I don't know. I was just afraid that something similar would happen to me as well, considering that up until the 3rd day after that incident, Om Erik still wandered around us. And we are not as familiar as we used to be, everything becomes stiff and traumatized.

Even though we are children, our Mother has taught us sensitive things that no one else but our mother and Father should touch. Even since we were all in school, Dad could no longer see us in a no-dress state, this was a form of self-care lesson from our Mother so that we could puff out before treating.

But apparently all the vigilance was in vain, because Om Erik again acted on the same thing. That afternoon I fell asleep on my mother's right side, and Narah on my mother's left side. I fell asleep without dreaming of anything bad or beautiful.

We sleep in the living room because we rarely sleep in the room, because this boarding house in his room does not have a window so that the air in his room feels stuffy and hot. That's why we all prefer to sleep in the bed and sleep in the living room.

Long story short, I felt like my body was patting on my thighs and buttocks. I thought maybe it was my mom, because only mom would know if I like to be treated like that while sleeping. However, this movement of the hand, it has reached my sensitive part, this is not an action that my mother often does, she said, so I immediately realized it so that it made me open my eyes with a feeling that I could not express with words.

Huh uh?!!

I saw Om Erik's smiling face right in front of my face, when I looked behind me, My mother was still in her bed with her back to me. Obviously Om Erik could do that indecent thing to me. He was my mother's distant family, napping with us was common because he was just a boy who had just graduated from school in 2011.

" Om?! " I cried.

Immediately I went from there and went to the room to take a change of clothes, accelerate my footwork to enter the bathroom, I cleaned my body touched by Om Erik. Scary. Very creepy. I can't take it anymore, and I don't want it anymore. I have to tell my mother everything, it's not good and I'm not comfortable.

That night I told my mother and my Omaku, before my father came home from his office. They were all shocked, then Brother added that from the beginning he did not like the arrival of Om Erik, but my mother always considered that it was just the talk of children who were too sensitive.

" Have I told you?? Don't let him move as he pleases in our house!! See it?! My two sisters that I have always taken care of now he wants to ruin it!! I am a 4th grade SD kid. But I have also learned this kind of thing in my school!! Anyway I don't want to have Om Erik here again, just get him back.. My two sisters are still innocent and not as brave as me. I'm responsible in this house if there's no father. " Long width Ziawa who continues to nag at Mother and Oma.

My mother could only cry again, she must not have thought that her other family would do bad things to our family. After this incident, Mom asked Om Erik to stop helping her at the stall. Actually, Mother and Oma knew that his depraved nature grew not because of his mistakes, but the mistakes of his parents and his arrogant brother.

His parents have divorced so that abandoned Om Erik and his brother. His brother became a successful man with a high position in his office, but unfortunately. Brother Om Erik always brings home the lady butterflies night to wear and also often teach Om Erik to have sex.

Perna also several times, Om Erik brought home some Cakes and simple food given by Mom and Omaku for him and his brother to eat at his house, according to the mandate he also offered the food to his brother, who was not the only one who had been able to eat, but his brother insulted our family, he said.

" What is this? Cheap cake? must have contained poison. " Said after Om Erik tried to offer him some food.

" Heh?! Tell Aunt Liona. The ones that take home are like Pizza, Humburger, legit sandwich.. Not old school cake gini cake.. Here, throw it away!! " So, then throw out all the food.

It was based on the story of Om Erik to Omaku, because he claimed not to eat from yesterday, because the attitude of his brother who even threw out food and did not replace it with a new one.

Really big brother, do not know take care of his sister but instead damage it. And as a result even our family is the target of his brother's madness.

Actually, this trauma I still remember until now, I was afraid that one day my children also felt that scary thing.

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For that we need to give sensitive knowledge that is in accordance with the portion of understanding of early childhood to prevent the same.