Benalu In My House
NINES

"No parent educates his child to be a bad person. Each child is taught in a different way, according to his own character."

"Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. That's how we're doing to characterize every child. However, it is already natural law when violence has become an option, heartache that will be embedded in the niche of the heart. Enjoy it, to cause hatred. It is difficult for you to realize the meaning and purpose of every action that parents give. "

Long wide Mr. Anto spoke. It cannot be denied, that what he said was all the burden that had been stored in his heart.

As a parent, not a little responsibility is on his shoulders. Not a few problems burdened his mind. I don't know what is playing in the mind of every human being during his life, so easily said harsh words that even scratched their hearts.

If later you have felt what the presence of father and mother means, it is possible that all the regrets that arise in the heart, making each of your sighs accompanied by the security of the eyes will disappear with the word 'Sorry' what do you say with 1000 words?  No. gabe. That regret will always be in your heart. However, if you are wise, teach all that you have experienced to your generation, then the pain of the heart will be more healed.

"I mean Om if Desi is not a child Om, what? "

Kulrikik Om Anto and Aunt Maya at a glance. Well, since hearing their wise words, naming Om and Aunt is not a bad choice.

Aunt Maya's hand clasped my hand tightly, then stroked it. After taking a deep breath, Om Anto began to tell me what made me confused.

"Then, we found Desi from the trash can in front of the house. With his face and body all reddened by insect bites. Hearts and consciences began to work then, to strengthen our intention to adopt them. "

"After hearing your story just now, we did not expect that the sip is not far from surgical in origin. Equally TRASH! "

I jumped in shock when full of emotion Om Anto said the word at the end of his sentence.

It is true, if suspicious may be, but accuse not.

All regrets immediately enter the mind. How about presumptuous and do not know the shame of this self to say the word crazy earlier.

There's nothing I can do but just shut up, duck. Even just to look them in the eye, it feels impossible. It turns out this is what it feels like to resist embarrassment due to self-indulgence. Regretting and self-criticism is not an option, but it is all I do.

The mouth is death. Is correct. If not careful then all regrets will always be ready to stand in accordance with the wounds of the heart.

There is a mixed feeling in the heart. Hearing the words of those who should enjoy old age in tranquility, even tipped stifling. It turned out that Desi was not the biological child of the pair of parents who were sitting close to me at this moment. Looking at their old eyes that were glaring, perhaps recalling the time that had passed, made my heart almost sliced. Unbearable. Sometimes the lips of women who are close to me at this time vibrate to hold back the pain, because the growth of babies who have been treated with love and affection even ended up disappointing. The characters present in Desi's soul are like arrows that hurt teak, dropping self-esteem.

  In the heat and stuffiness of the sun and garbage cans, with insect insects beginning to injure their sensitive skin, weeping was unable. Maybe due to fatigue, to just make a sound barely able. Then, halfway between life and come, surrender and struggle, someone came and immediately grabbed the tiny body full of pain. Until he was raised in a state of material and abundant affection. Growing up in a harmonious family. But unfortunately, bad relationships do damage what was embedded in life. The bar is the place, so it is not impossible that he got dirty and now has conceived whether it is whose child.

Hopefully Om Anto and his wife will be strengthened in the face of all the possibilities that will happen later.

***

"Where are you from? "

I jumped in shock as a new leg stepped inside the house. The house I built with all my efforts and prayers.

On the sofa, Mas Dani sat with eyes staring intently, as sharp as eagle eyes, at me.

"What was my answer last night still hasn't answered your question? "

"Squiet yourself, huh?  With a date with another man, even now it has started blatantly in front of my own eyes, what can still be called self-soothing? "

"What do you mean, ma'am? "

I cast a deathly gaze at him, let him be aware of his hurtful words.

Desi arrived and immediately sat next to Mas Dani. Here they are like judges and I am the crime-maker. I wanted to pull Desi's long hair, then I tore her mouth apart, but that was a wish because there was Mas Dani who would prevent it even though my hand had not been stretched out.

"Whatchu mean? "

I stared at Desi with a defiant look.

"Yesterday came home with a cwo, and that was it. What's her name if it's not because you're a cheap woman? "

Very sharp speech this woman. Basic, don't know yourself.

"This one who doesn't know me or you?  Throw out all sorts of ways to cover up her own disgrace, and now begin to snatch people's husbands. "

I said it with emotion and emphasis, so that he would be conscious.

"You... "

He pointed his right hand at me. His face was red with anger. I smiled cynically, so that his emotions would be even more provoked.

"West... "

I saw Mas Dani staring at me with a look, I don't know. There is guilt and shame clearly there.

"Shut up, Mom. "

"Do you know, Desi?  You are like a pest in my household. Who was just hitchhiking, now even snatch love and affection from me. Take what should be mine. Benalu is so. "

"You... Sister Sarah, heart in speech. Here you're the one who's the most on the line. Everything available. I gave you a lot of money, a lot of treasure. "

He did transfer a lot of my money, but that's not what I needed. All I want is for my husband to come back for me, not material or wealth.

"But not knowing thank you, mbak even kelayakan outside there. Go home to a different man, always. Or maybe... "

He paused his words, then looked at my distended stomach.

"Don't the child who is not the son of Mas Doni, again? "

This time I was really angry to hear his words. I slapped his left cheek strongly, making him almost fall down.

"You... Be careful in speaking! "

I grabbed her hair so strong that it made her grimace. However, it felt like there was a heavy hand grabbing my hand, then removing this hand from the body of the needle.

"Mas disappointed in you, Sarah.! "

What the...

Seriate...