Daddy Sugar
#Soraya's Story.
“Basic kids ja*lang!” The woman I used to call my mother grabbed my hair. When my feet just entered the living room.
“Didn't I tell you repeatedly? After school don't wander.” His right hand floated quickly and landed on my left cheek.
“Your work is much! My friend is coming soon. Quickly clean the house! Don't forget to wash all those dirty clothes, dishes and glasses!”
Not satisfied with slapping me. Her fingers held both of my cheeks until I had a dog-like muzzle. Perhaps it is more appropriate to be called a dog than a biological child.
The story that circulated about me, the woman rejected my fatherless presence. Since birth, a single drop of milk has never been in my body.
I was raised by a friend who had no children. The woman who is the same as him but still has a motherly soul.
Either, because of the word-of-mouth or the customer's scramble. Finally she left me with him, again. Both of them in a house that deserves to be called a warehouse.
Even in the womb, he repeatedly wanted to eliminate me. However, I who was still in the form of a fetus was apparently strong enough to be removed.
It could be God's destiny. If I had to be born into this incomplete family.
More precisely the hell of the world that was in the second-hand warehouse, where I lived.
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There was a cheerful voice behind the separation wall between the warehouse and the owner of the house.
“If I had a father, maybe mom wouldn't be that bad. Unfortunately, I never knew who the mother's husband was. Let alone father, mother's family, I don't know.”
I continued washing dishes after peeking at the next door neighbor who was playing with their child with his two pet dogs.
“Wash this too!” Again, he threw his dirty laundry at me.
Sometimes it's not just the dirty clothes that he throws. K*nd*m former customer he used to vent his frustration on me.
If his emotions are unstoppable again. His hands and feet played. He beat me all out until he was finally satisfied and out of energy.
The woman who had hair disheveled with the rest of the makeup mixed with alk*h*l on her cheeks now looks beautiful.
Especially the tight minimum clothes she wears. The one who sees will not think that he already has an ABG child like me.
“Tumben at 15:00 already want to work, usually at 19:00 or 20:00 new out of the house," I said half insinuating.
“Do not interfere in my life!” His thumb unscrewed the bottle of alk*h*l in his hand. With a face full of hatred, he poured some of its contents into my head to wet some clothes that I was hugging.
I just kept my eyes closed. The drink was cold when it touched my cheek skin but my eyes hurt.
Even more painful, my heart. With all his treatment all this time.
The woman's face smiled cynically, while burning cigarettes with a bat.
“I'll be home tonight. Anyway before 6 pm, you should have finished making this animal enclosure into Palace.” He turned around and threw a cigarette butt at me.
The sparks grabbed the clothes I was holding. I quickly jumped into a large bucket of clothes that were being soaked with detergent.
I watched my uniform burn.
“Ha-ha-ha,” The prostitute laughed happily, leaving me while chugging the bottle of drink.
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“Ah, shit! This bloodstain why can't it go away, he must've hit me again, for not washing his clothes properly.”
Peanut skin rained down on my head that was still down.
“Ku-pea skin?”
My hands were still rubbing bloodstains on the white miniskirt my mother used to wear.
Remembering what he said to me last time, "You're an ungodly child! Like a nut that forgot its skin."
I looked up, my eyes saw nothing overhead and went back to the laundry bucket.
Duuaarr!
The boy I had seen playing with his father and his dog had already appeared in his face right in front of me.
I was pushed back, shocked! Falling in a pile of ashes, the rest of my uniform was devoured by fire.
“Ka-you who?” I cleaned myself blackened by ashes.
“What's up here?” I continued, looking at trying to guess which direction he came from which suddenly appeared without a sound.
“Sedang helped you.” Smile, extend a hand, help me stand up.
“You are stupid! Your actions only got me in trouble.” I parried his hand, snorting in annoyance holding back the anger.
“Masa?” the teardrop, while showing a white skirt that looks like a new one with no stains at all.
I was surprised at it. How could that blood just vanish from this cotton cloth.
“Juggle,” he replied, as if he could read my mind.
“Hey, son of j*lang! Have you been s*nting talking to yourself there?” shouted my schoolmate who accidentally passed through my backyard.
I looked towards the source of the voice, wanting to know who would dare to call me as you did when you called me.
For me, only mother, not anyone else. Moreover, the usual schoolmates bullied me by shouting at me as an illegitimate child.
"Based on a sissy dwarf! How dare the crackle, here face me one by one!"
They ran away laughing, as I doused them with laundry water. As soon as I came back, how shocked it was to see the boy playing with my laundry.
“What do you do with my mother's skirt?” He's gone, his footprints aren't there.
My hair stood up, I rinsed all my clothes and dried them. The scorching pea skin was turned into a strand of rose petals.
For a moment I felt myself standing on the edge of a path dotted with rows of maple trees, whose leaves were falling and raining down on me.
It smelled a very fragrant aroma as the wind blew it away. All of that awakened my daydream.
I ran inside the house without looking back, tightly locking the door. I wish all I saw was an illusion.
I find it hard to believe what I see. I finally got back to that place. Make sure I'm not hallucinating. I peeked out of the door hole, looking closely around where I was washing.
Sure enough, the rose petals that rained down on my head earlier, were still scattered there. It's just that the boy is no longer there. Even my uniform that had been burned to ashes returned intact and hung clean in the clothes clothesline.
"Sound! Am I not sane? Because you often experience physical and mental abuse from your mother? Can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy? If all that is just imagination, my whole body still smells the aroma of alk*hol from the flush earlier. If all that happened, then who was that boy and why did he help me?"
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