Anjani Darling
Used Clothes Are Not Worth Wearing

"Anjani, wait a minute!" Diana stopped my steps, right in the courtyard of the parlour, not long after Aunt Desi came back inside after taking me away.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"You ... Your clothes are new? Where'd you get it?"

"Oh, there's a lot."

"Anjani, don't piss me off!"

"What I'm wearing is none of your business!"

"You're so arrogant. Just answer my question or I'll complain to the chief!"

"Basar ngadu. Why do you always bother wanting to know all my business? Most importantly I've been wearing a veil."

"For me, knowing where you get those clothes is important too!"

"Why?"

"I'm just worried you're getting a bad result."

"You mean?"

"Can you steal it?"

"Be careful when you talk to Diana, I'm not a thief."

"Where did you get it?"

"From brother Philip. Pleased!"

"Why did he give you a new uniform? Oh I get it, can't it be true, are you and brother Philip dating? Aye right?"

Hearing Diana's new accusation, I immediately burst into laughter. "This time the charges didn't work to upset me. Just-there's. Never mind, I'm leaving first. I don't want to be late just because of your fantasy!" I immediately ran towards the outside of the parlor.

Not long after Philip came after me. He always waited from his yard. As soon as I see me out, Philip's brother will follow.

"Sister, thank you for the shirt!" I said.

"Hm, you like it?" ask brother Philip.

"of course. Brother must have spent big brother's shopping money to buy this uniform."

"Not really. My mom gave me a lot of money to shop."

"Oh yeah? Are you so rich? But why doesn't aunt Jeni ever share a home, but we're neighbors."

"My mom doesn't really like my head."

"Why?"

"Now you like to gossip?"

I laughed embarrassedly. True said brother Philip, why should I know the affairs of his mother and chief mother. I better focus on my life.

"Anjani," call Philip's brother.

"Yes" I replied.

"Are you gonna be okay if there's no me?"

"Why?"

"It's okay."

"Big brother why?"

"It's okay. Arrived at your school. Go awayl. Oh yeah, you go home to school first. I want to go somewhere."

"Dating huh?"

"Who said?"

"No. I just want to know. Usually an older brother would leave his sister because he wanted to get close to another girl."

Philip laughed out loud at my words. He even accused me of watching too much soap opera, even though he knew in our home did not have a television.

Today is special for the children of the home because there is a donation of clothes coming. We'll have extra clothes given to the men collected by the head mother. Although used clothes but still good enough to wear. Even if lucky, we will get new clothes tucked between used clothes.

"What are you doing here?" ask Diana.

"I want to take my ration clothes" I said. Each child usually gets one cuttings of clothes that are freely chosen by him, even if the clothes are donated a lot, can get two stels.

"There is no part here of Anjani."

"Why is that? There's usually."

"But this year there's nothing."

"Why?"

"So said the head mother."

"But why? Last year it still got."

"If you want his shirt, just ask the chief."

"What's Anjani?" brother Zein appeared between us.

"Anjani insists on asking for clothes, even though the head mother said she could not part of this year and so on" said Diana.

"Why?" ask brother Zein.

"Where do I know. Brother asked the head mother." said Diana.

"Anjani, let's go to mother's place." Brother Zein.

"No need" I refused for fear of meeting the head mother.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'll accompany you." take Brother Zein again.

I finally followed Brother Zein to the head mother's room. Seeing my arrival, mother head instantly changed, from smiling to frowning.

"What's wrong?" ask the head.

"Mom, Anjani wants to know, is it true that he can't get the clothes part?" ask brother Zein.

"Yes right." replied the head mother without looking at me one bit.

"But why Mom?" ask Zein again.

"The cause of the clothes is the donation of people to the children's home. Anjani isn't part of this parlour anymore. She's been adopted by Desi, so it's not the mother's responsibility anymore. She is also very good at finding new clothes. He can ask his male friend." said the head mother who I believe is a satire to brother Philip.

"Mom, Anjani really needs those clothes. What's wrong with giving Anjani one or two pieces of clothes" said Brother Zein.

"No" replied the chief.

"Mom, Zein please. Think of it as Zein's request." brother Zein to the point of pleading with the head mother.

"Yes .. yes. I don't know what you did to my son until he had to obey your wishes Anjani. All I know is you're a bad influence!" my head threw a plastic one at me. "Take it and go!"

Sad, embarrassed and disappointed when the clothes were thrown right on my face. Actually I don't want to take it because I feel like my pride is being trampled on, but leaving it just like creating a new problem. The chief mother will definitely be wrathful and the effect will be not only on me, but also on Brother Zein and aunt Desi.

I also don't want to make Brother Zein feel bad for his mother's treatment of me. He had already begged his mother. With teary eyes I took the package, then passed it out.

"Anjani!" call brother Zein.

"Yes brother!" I said, trying to smile even though my heart was hurting.

"If you want to get angry, cry or curse. Justdoit. Replies me. Its alright. I'm ready to be your angry ass."

"No brother. I'm it's okay. I'm going to the room first. I want to try my new clothes. I mean, my ration clothes." I immediately passed to the room without caring for Zein's call again.

Arriving at the room, one by one the tears came down. The longer the harder it is. In order for no one to hear, my mouth willfully fill with both hands.

"Don't cry Anjani. Later if aunt Desi comes and sees, she must be sad." Quickly I now tears it. To divert the mood, I opened the package from the head mother. There are three pieces of clothing.

"Look at Anjani, the head mother is quite good. He gave you three clothes. Usually only get one or two." I said.

My hands shook when I held the first shirt, then when I switched to the second and third clothes, my chest tightened again. Oh Allah ...

"Dad .. mother. Look what they did to me. Don't you guys want to pick me up now?" I said with a stammering voice. The clothes given to me were unworthy. Very dirty clothes. Like a foot rag that must be thrown away because it is really dirty and ugly.