An Overdose of Love
A little revealed identity
The hunger in the stomach is instantly gone when some food menu has been presented at the table so delicious. I just look carefully, do not dare to directly take the food that has been provided.
"Come, eat!" said the father who helped me.
"Yes, sir. Thank you," answered me, who put rice in a dish.
"Found a lot, neng. You must be hungry, right?" say the father's wife who sat beside him.
"Yes mom, thank you."
"Oh yes, neng. What's your name?" ask the mother who sat in front of me, who now joined to put rice on her own plate.
"My name is Karin, ma'am."
"Ooh .. nak Karin. Oh yes, my name is ma'am fatimah and this is my husband his name is Pak Samsul. Greetings from us," he said.
"Yes, Fatimah's mom."
"You're still in school, aren't you? How come your face is still cute like a student?" ask him.
"Yes, mom. It's 3rd grade High School," I replied briefly timidly.
"Oh, so it seems. My husband told me what you just did, so you need not hesitate to stay here for a while. Let's just say we're your own family, got it!" say mom fatimah is friendly.
"Yes, Fatimah's mom. Thank you," I said still shyly.
"Fix a lot of food do not have to be shy, because the side dishes behind are still many left," he said.
"Yes, mom. Thank you." Thank you."
Stomach that initially felt hungry, somehow now suddenly bengas pain felt full, and felt like he wanted to vomit all the contents that I had eaten just now.
"Eee'km .. emm," My voice was restrained by closing my mouth immediately, smothering with my hands so that everything would not just come out.
"I'm sorry, Fatimah. I think I want to puke. I'll go to the bathroom first" I want to go.
Because the contents of the food that had been eaten had reached the end of the throat, not wasting time, just the feet had run as fast as lightning to the bathroom close to the kitchen.
"Huuek .. uuuk .. hueeek," My voice had spewed out all of them.
The hand is now trying to take a dipper to poke water, so as soon as possible to wash away the remnants of vomit. Unceasingly everything that was in the stomach had all come out. The body now feels a very weak tremble, so that it feels the legs can not support their own body and this self immediately sat down not strong.
"Astagfirullah, son of Karin. What's wrong with you? Are you all right?" asked Fatimah who had now followed her to the bathroom, with her hands already stroking behind my back.
"I'm not pa-pa, ma'am!" my answer has shed tears.
Suddenly it feels like the stomach begins to relapse nausea again, to immediately vomit everything. Until Fatimah even felt sorry to see me, who had incessantly vomited constantly.
"Come here! Let me help you love the oil, to warm up your sick stomach" said he, now trying to lead my weak body away from the bathroom.
"Where's Karin, ma'am?" asked Mr. Samsul followed, who seemed to have been worried about me.
"Curiously, sir! Looks like Karin really sick because of the long rain earlier," he said.
"Yes already. Mother bring me neng Karin in the room and help her to rub oil," said Mr. Samsul.
"Yes, sir. That must be it" replied Fatimah.
"You wait here, let you just get the oil," said Mr. Samsul who is now walking out of the room.
"Yes sir, hurry and get the oil" replied Fatimah.
The weak me had no energy, now I could only lie down with no movement at all. Ms. Fatimah repeatedly stroked my hair lovingly, with a look of expression already so worried about my condition.
"Here, buk. Take it and apply it immediately, let the pain subside quickly," said Mr. Samsul already back while thrusting telon oil immediately.
"Yes, sir."
"Open your belly shirt, son Karin. Let me help you apply and massage slowly using this oil!" ask her.
"Don't, mom!" I said disagree while shaking my head.
"Why? It's just oil, it won't get hot and mom won't be so hard on your stomach" she asked.
"I'm not sick, mom. Just ... only-?" my answer was that I couldn't continue the words.
"What only? There is no way that you are not sick, if not to vomit badly like that," he said in disbelief and still tangent.
"Surely, Fatimah ma'am. Karin really does not pa-pa, because this is not a disease," I replied weakly had shed tears.
"What do you mean, karin boy?" ask Mr. Samsul who is now following tangent.
His mouth felt so heavy and heavy to answer their questions. Only tears could now accompany and answer their confusion. With patience and painstaking hand, Fatimah continued to slowly stroke my black hair.
"Write, son Karin. We will be a loyal listener to you and hopefully can help the problems you face now, which is when you were able to suicidal," the subtle word Fatimah's mom tried to seduce me.
"Are you really going to be a loyal listener willing to help me?" I asked innocently because there was doubt about their kindness.
"Yes, son Karin. Trust us, because we are good people who are ready to help you" replied Mr. Samsul reassured me.
"Actually, I am .. sa.. I am not sick, but I am pregnant!" I answered weakly, bowing my head in shame.
"WHAT?" replied Mr. Samsul and Ms. Fatimah in shock.
"Is that really all?" ask Fatimah ma'am not to believe it.
"Yes, mom!" my answer was already sobbing in tears as a result of remembering a less fortunate fate.
"Already ... already. You don't have to think about that anymore. Do not be sad anymore, because from now on we will help your problem. Remove your sorrow and now rest, for surely you are so tired and tired of all the problems that you are facing now" said Fatimah to calm me, with his hands he slowly wiped the tears that continuously made the water flow on his cheeks.
"That's right, son Karin. You rest now. About your problems now, let you tell me tomorrow," said Mr. Samsul who helped give advice.
"Yes sir, ma'am. Thank you for everything" I agreed.
"Yes, you sleep now. I'm the same father will come out now, so that you rest more calmly," said Fatimah who wanted to leave me alone, with his hands had tidied up the blanket that had been messy.
"Yes ma'am."
"Let's get us out, let Karin rest" asked Fatimah.
"Yes ma'am" the husband replied in agreement.
The door was shut by two people who I thought their hearts were so kind to me. Unstoppably the shadow of the fate that befell me has returned to shadow, until inevitably the tears now continue to flow without being prevented again.
"O Allah, will my fate be ruined forever like this? Can I be strong through this ordeal, when I am standing alone without anyone around me who loved me? Oh my god, what a shame my fate right now, that is when I have to learn to study, must nelangsa receive a heavy burden that I am not necessarily strong to live it. I can't bring this shame to tell the world, am I really so fragile I can't bear all this?" a heart so sad over the unfortunate fate that I suffer now, that the tears continue to pour out unstoppably again.