For My Brother and Mother
My courage has arisen

At that time my emotions could not be controlled, because it concerned the health of my sister.

I answered the curse, I exposed all his bad behavior.

All this time I kept quiet because I didn't want to interfere in my mother's household.

I kept quiet, because I didn't want my emotions to make my sister lose her father figure like I used to, I didn't want Nara to feel it either.

But when my father dared to underestimate Nara's health and dared to make my mother keep crying, I couldn't keep quiet.

Without a second thought, I dared to argue with him. I really don't know what's in his brain.

I had a big fight with him that night. My mother could only cry and cry without being able to defend herself.

After that incident,

I'm increasingly ignoring the presence of my stepfather at home.

Whether or not he exists, I assume he is not around us. I am tired of his behavior.

The most important thing is that he doesn't dare to be here anymore.

The more I ignore him, the less he makes a sound.

That's better than I heard that shit coming out of his mouth.

It was before his bad nature was seen in front of the neighbors.

The neighbors immediately criticized me and Satria.

Their words I remember clearly....

I am the unfilial one..

I'm the one who won't give up.

I can't take my own father's heart.

Satria can't be a good daughter-in-law to my father.

Satria who won't help my father's work...

We just quietly respond to their babbling, let them know hear themselves..

It didn't take long.

When my father's ugly nature appeared and was seen by all,

They were silent, they were afraid, even just to chat with my stepfather.

They realized their mistake, but they became sorry for me.

It's not me who's in trouble here, but my stepfather, with his bad habits.

More and more unknowing of time.

Tinnn.tinnn...

There was a motor horn outside.

I woke up, the clock showed at 12 p.m.

I heard my mother open the back door.

I peeked out from behind the window.

Turns out my stepdad...

Who works in the field, midnight like this just came home.

Everyone knows, farmers work in the fields no one comes home until midnight.

I'd better go back to sleep, I murmured.

I noticed that the more days my father was never home, maybe he came home just to take a nap and leave again at dawn.

If it wasn't for them I'd have kicked him out of my house.

Satria's workplace happened to be in line with my father's farm.

One morning Satria left for work early, because it was still early morning, he accidentally saw my father hanging out with his leisure in a warteg.

Every Satria through the road in the direction of my father, whether morning, afternoon or before the magrib my father is always seen in the warteg with his friends.

Though my mother woke up before dawn, just to make her provisions while working, hoping her husband did not starve all day work.

My mother innocently does not know her husband's behavior,

I don't know what he did all day in Warteg, on the grounds of leaving for work.

As a result, the fields that my father worked failed to harvest continuously. My mother lost money, even my father sometimes only gave my mother a few times in a month.

Instead of hanging out and eating in a warteg, it's better if the money is given to his wife.. Thought.

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Not inferior to my grandmother's hand

Because every day my mother's finances are getting harder, my mother every day just rely on me and Satria.

As a result my mother took the initiative to continue my grandmother's profession as a masseuse.

Thank God, my mother's efforts have been fruitful.

The more days my mother's patients are getting, the more,

For my sister's business and the house I take care of.

I also stopped selling food at the stall because I wanted a pregnant program at that time.

My mother became more independent and her confidence began to return, she no longer asked her husband for money just to eat and would eventually end up in a fight.

My mother's patients often come from outside the city and neighboring villages.

They were mostly my grandmother's patients.

My mother's massage is not inferior to my grandmother's hand massage, because from my mother's teens have been taught a little by my own grandmother.

Some night.

At midnight, someone knocked on the door, calling my mother's name.

Hut the door and I'll let you in.

He looked in pain holding his stomach.

"What's the matter???" asked my mother to approach him, asking him to lie down on the bed.

"My wife's stomach arrived sick he said mbah.", answered her husband who accompanied her to come at that time.

Shortly after the massage, the woman at least did not groan in pain anymore, although still looks weak.

"Thank you, ma'am,.. I haven't been on my knees since Mbah Karsi died" he said.

Mbah Karsi is the name of my late grandmother. That's my grandmother's greeting in this village.

"It's the same, I'm just helping" my mother said.

"The massage is delicious lhoo mbah, like the massage before Karsi", praise the woman.

"Thank you, thank God" answered my mother.

"Yes, I'm open again thanks for the help, please say goodbye, sorry to interrupt the night", while thrusting an envelope on my mother as a token of gratitude.

"Assalammualaikum" said the man.

"Walaikumsalam", I answered while closing the front door .

This is the risk of being a masseuse, whenever people need it, whether night or day, my mother must be ready to help him.