DAMNED GIRL
63. ANSWER OF PRAYER

Then I finally ventured to decide on my beliefs that I felt this decision was definitely the best

"Not Bi, Om. But if I may let me stay here until I graduate and get a job. Then I will repay all the kindness of Om, Bibi, Liana, Grandma, Grandpa and all the great families of Aunt Ros and Om Dudu" I said as I looked at the faces of Aunt Ros and Om Dudu

Aunt Ros's eyes glazed over hearing it as well as Om Budi.

The dining room that usually feels cheerful is now increasingly serious

Om Budi started talking to me in a hoarse voice as if holding back his should, he was very grateful for my words

"Don't hesitate, Dhira. We as human beings should love each other. You are a good child, born of a good Mother and Father" he said slowly

I looked down saddened to hear her as her soft voice spoke to my parents

But Aunt Ros knew very well that my feelings began to fall back in the memories of the bitterness of the past, then she gave me a piece of fried chicken into my plate "It's been Dhira, you weren't born from a curse. You were created by the Holy Lord Jesus. So request Bibi and Om and all the big families please keep your mind, we accept you not because of pity but because you also deserve to be happy" he said

I smiled at it, as if a breath of fresh air had entered my soul. It was as if breathing was so relieved, to me it was like a nightmare ending this afternoon.

"Thank you Om, ya Bi "my words, without me noticing my tears just fall. Berlinang cheeked me for the umpteenth time

Aunt Ros smiled "Yes Dhira, you must be strong. We exist for you. We want to be a part of our lives. One thing you have to remember, you are great, you are strong. Life is not just for eating and drinking but also for learning until you are wise to take yourself anywhere" he said

I nodded "Iya Bi" I said

Today really made me very different, I felt the strength I had been looking for for so long as answers came from all my prayers, feeling like I had a family that loved me selflessly.

After returning from the Church I still remember to meet with Mira, after asking permission to Aunt Ros finally I quickly went to see Mira.

Under the clear blue sky with a calm gust of wind I met Mira right where we promised earlier.

Mira welcomed me because apparently she arrived first

"Hey, Dhira. Finally we can play also yes" he said sumringah

I approached him "Yes. You been here long ?" much

"No, I just arrived" he said

"So, let's walk now" asked me

Mira agreed

Finally Mira and I went together on a microlet once to get to her house.

Half an hour later, we arrived at a small house with a mint green wall with a high iron gate and a tight almost bars covered part of the front of his house.

Mira and I started to enter after Mira opened the black-painted iron gate lock.

"Come in Dhira. This is my home and my mom's" he asked kindly

I asked in my heart why he didn't mention his father, but I didn't suspect anything.

Mira opens the door of her house that is locked from the outside, maybe Mira's mother is leaving.

The moment the door opened the foul scent was so pungent that it pierced our smell but Mira looked ordinary while I almost vomited

"Uwek, what smell is this Mira ?" I was so sadab I couldn't stand it

Mira grinned at me

"for a while, Dhira, you sit down first. I want to go back" he said as he hurriedly stepped into the house.

While I sat waiting for him on a long bench made of rattan. Small but neat living room.

While I waited, a loud voice from inside made me flinch at Mira's celebration scolding her mother

"Mom why is this always the case !" emphatically

Not long after that I heard Mira crying upset but still talking

"I'm tired Mom, tired. Huhuhuhu. I don't know how else to !" heckled

Because it was so disturbing my mind I finally decided to dare to meet Mira inside.

I stepped slowly looking for the source of Mira's voice that continued to complain until I finally saw her mother sitting on the floor with so much human waste around her even stuck to her clothes and hands. While Mira was trying to clean it with a wet cloth while continuing to wipe her tears.

Seeing it I feel sorry for, I don't know what to do.

I can only see it.

Mira noticed my arrival, her eyes were puffy and kept shedding tears.

With a trembling voice I began to speak "I want to help you, Mira" I said

But Mira refused it "No need, I'm used to it" he said but his face still he buckled so sadly.

But even though he said so, I got closer to them even though the foul scent was getting closer to teasing me. I'm just trying to hold back the nausea to appreciate Mira.

I picked up another wet cloth and then went to clean up her mother.

With the instant my tears fell, filled with pain that I never expected would be like the end. My sobs accompanied my hands to clean the hands that had held me when I was a child until I finally could not continue it because it was cut with a shadow of the past that was so sweet with him.

"Huhuhuhuhu" my cry grew even more broken as I stared at her deathly pale face.

While Mira still continues to clean it and still cry until finally some time his mother returned clean. After his mother was bathed.

I waited for him in the living room for almost an hour until everything was clean.

A while waiting for her, Mira finally came back to see me.

With a tired face he sat beside me. His face was still very sad as if he wanted to ask for help but he did not know who to ask

"Where's mom, Mira ?" much

"I'm asleep" he answered

A moment of silence, as if one another were reluctant to talk

But I finally tried to melt it

"Sorry Mira, why can you do that. Not that....."

"Marriage father again and never returned" he answered quickly, cutting off my question

Mira looked at me, her tears returning with "Now you know right Dhira, how am I doing ?" heed

I can't answer anything

Mira smiled even though the details of her tears continued to fall "Yesterday Mother is still conscious, she can still be invited to communicate. That's why I invited you yesterday so you can communicate with Mom. But apparently you can't and now I'm back" he explained

I'm sad to hear that

"Sorry Mira"

Mira smiled

"Nothing Dhira, at least now you can answer yourself. If, human things would certainly exist, no human being would escape the problems of life. The size of the problem of pain must be the same, but it all depends on the strength of man himself how he is able to survive. You are a strong person, deliberately chosen to pass through events that have been recorded by God. So never ask where God is, because God has been in every human soul that believed long before you, me and everyone who was born into this world"

Unknowingly my tears fell back.

_TAMAT_

*Thank you for reading this fictitious story, sorry if there is a wrong word or name or some offensive thing. Because there is absolutely no intention to offend any party. Sorry for writing the episode too long ago. May your day always be pleasant, healthy and always in the blessing of God.