Forbidden Desire Love Beda Kasta
The Surprising Childhood

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The little girl trembled, especially after seeing her mother out carrying a broom, a hand-held broom that was commonly used to punish the little body of July

The truck..

The yellowish-white light switch was pressed rough by his mother, the dim lights glowed but enough to show his mother's angry face

“Ibu” Call July Scared

Prak..

At first the broomstick hit the dining chair, but after getting close to July, the broom switched tasks beating up July's little legs

The little girl crouched down, shriveling to protect herself from the rage of the mother, her little lips whimpering with pain

“Dirty girl, shit girl! You shouldn't have been born, just died! Die!”

The blow blindly mauled little July, the target was no longer the legs, but the back, the head, the hands. Not satisfied, his mother pushed the peot body of the little girl to the ground, a broom less able to satisfy his heart he threw just like that, changing legs as a weapon

His mother was like a doormat stepping on July's head, not caring even though her son who had been silently enduring pain was now moaning

“Bu sick Bu” Little July Melas very slowly, do not dare to sound loudly afraid of neighbors who hear, do not dare to, His mother was eager so that no neighbors would know and interfere to help July, or little July who would feel the consequences

“Fucking child! I told you not to go out and eat, right?!”

“Dissident's son! Sorry I gave birth to you! A thief! Fucking kid! Just die you!”

Her emotional mother did not see the blood on her stumbling head - to the floor, it was so that her mother was angry, blind-eyed, lost feeling

The incision continued to cram in July's head, her fractured skull did not stop bleeding, the little girl silenced her mouth to keep from screaming in pain

“Tonight sleep here! Watch out if you dare to go into the room!” Said his mother, going to the room with a trail of blood attached to the clogs, wooden sandals that his mother used to wear inside the house

Brakes…

Her mother's bedroom door was closed. There was only the little girl curled up on the floor, slowly the girl got up, sat down feeling - feel her head so sore, July rubbed the liquid that was pouring on her temple with her hands

“Do not cry again, do not cry again” neat, little July and try to smile, inwardly brazing if all done by his mother for loving him

Seeing her blood on the floor, little July staggered into the kitchen to pick up a washcloth so that tomorrow morning her mother would not get angry, with a smile adorning her horrible face from the blood, July cleaned the floor, and she was still there, the little girl scowled because the floor was not clean, new drops of blood from her head littered the floor again

July rubbed her head, “I have to clean this first means”

In the middle of the night blind, July exits the kitchen door looking for - find a dry washcloth sunk in the backyard, her legs on tiptoes - her tote grabs a washcloth on the clothesline, and, unbalanced the girl fell, then fell, after which she did not remember anything else.

Tomorrow July was in the village Puskesmas, his mother roared crying in front of the neighbors while saying that there was a thief who tried to enter the house and hurt July

His mother hugged - curled July who was lying on the bed Puskesmas, the little girl was smart, she was so happy that her mother hugged and cried for the first time.

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Two weeks after the incident his mother returned home after a long day away, July greeted sweetly

“Mother.. Mother.. July today fried fish for Mom, July can now fry Bu” fish said the 7-year-old boy

“July also learned to make sambal for Mom, Ibu cobain deh. sambalnya spicy, was July cobain tongue July to hot Bu” Oceh little girl was carefree, the, followed his mother who entered the room and put his clothes into a large tote bag

“July get me Mother of rice ya” Bargain the little girl

His mother was still silent, busy pacing back and forth in the narrow room, putting in her little cosmetics

Before long his mother went out of the room, July faithfully followed, on the doorstep apparently there was already a neighbor next to July's rented house, Ms. Mirna smiled gently at July

“I leave, later once a month I send money” Said his mother July to Bu Mirna, Bu Mirna just nodded

“Bu” Call July, the girl just ngeh if her mother wants to go

“Jul” Bu Mirna approaching, grabs July's shoulder

“I go” Said his mother July, never once looked at July whose face was clear, the girl noticed the departure of her mother with a blank look until her mother's back was no longer visible

“Mother work first yes for July, later Bu Mirna who friends July here if malam” Obviously Bu Mirna stroking soft July hair

“Thank you Ms. Mirna” Sahut July was polite, had - she smiled sweetly even though her heart was broken, she was still very little afraid to lose her mother, she was very scared, he didn't want to be left the only person he knew as his family

“Beautiful boy, good boy..I feel sorry for you nak” said Ms. Mirna, grabbing July in a cuddle.

“Your hand why nak?” Tanya Mirna looked at July's blistered hand

“Tadi July fried fish for his mother July, the fish motion - motion Mom, the oil so spilled into the hands of July” replied the girl plain

Ms. Mirna sighed, unable to find the beautiful and kind little girl unfortunate, especially when she saw a lot of blue - blue in the hands and feet of the girl, clearly a pinch.

The following days, Ms. Mirna accompanied July in the evening, while from morning to evening the girl took care of her own needs, Ms. Mirna herself worked at the house of a rich man in the village until the afternoon, he just came home and accompanied July

Until a year later Miss Mirna married and brought her husband to another place, July matured herself in that house, with the money his mother had sent him that was just enough to rent a house and eat for a month, the school needs his mother did not think of, the little girl was forced to find a job, help with PR, help keep the shop, and keep the shop, or look after the neighbor's child, all done for the sake of buying a book.

The more here the delivery from his mother the more often late, little July brainwashed so that the money sent by his mother can be enough, just with one egg or salt and crackers is okay. If you are lucky there are neighbors who send side dishes for him, frugal July - save up to 2 days to eat.

This continued until July Junior High, the greater the age of the job taken by the girl the more, although she got a scholarship because she was smart but still the needs of other schools are also many.

From parenting a neighbor's child after school, opening a service to wash clothes, peddling cakes, to cleaning the house he lakoni, while halal and his energy is enough July to live.

His mother hardly ever contacted July, only 4 letters that his mother had sent over the years, not many words were written just a message to save money, do not be wasteful - wasteful. After the reply of July's letter sent every month was never published, July was eager to contact her mother, talk to her, hear her voice, and, but his mother never told him the phone number of the house where his mother worked in the big city there.

(Connected)..