Grabbing Asa
Me, Daughter!

I already have a friend to help me make the cake and send it to the consumer. Sliced his name, he is a deft and painstaking person, a cool chatter friend, and can always be relied on.

Tok

Tok

“Mbak, who is knocking on the door?,” asked Riris

“Mbak, also gk know,”

The sound of knocking on the door at a very fast tempo frightened us. Faris never knocked on the door that fast, and Faris did not knock on the door more often. I let the door knock, but the longer the sound got louder. I immediately approached and opened the door.

Plaques

A hard slap landed onto my cheek, inflicting a red tint on my cheek.

“kak Rosa?” my words don't believe

“pelakor” full of emphasis

“Kak, what Brother mean?” say

“for you, my parents became a fuss” he said as he pointed at me

“jaga greeting, Kakar” sayku full of emphasis

He laughed disparagingly and said “My father often comes here to visit you, what is his name if a husband visits women without the knowledge of his wife if not a mistress”

“Kakak has misunderstood” my rebuttal

“for example if a father visits his daughter” I say firmly make sister Rosa flinch.

Because of the commotion we made to make all the neighbors gather in front of the house, Riris approached me in a hurry. See what really happened.

Plaques

Without guessing a woman approached me. Then slapped my cheek tightly. It made me fall and blood flowed from the corner of my lips.

An endless swearing of oysters came out from his lips, my heart was broken, the wound was still wet and gaping. But he sowed salt in my wounds.

The woman came up to me and whispered something in my ear, my eyes perfectly rounded when I heard her.

“I, daughter! Me, her biological daughter!” yell at

“go you! Get out of here!” Shouted again

The mother and the child left me, their nature is the same, equally sickening. I ran to the room and locked the door, ignoring the calls from Riris. I wipe the wet end of my eyes, why does my heart always have to be torn repeatedly?

Faris pov's

I was shocked when I came home and heard all the stories from Riris, the cake order was all handled by Riris, while I persuaded Mbak to come out of the room.

“Mbak, tell Faris a moment, forget the sadness the world gave and show a gaping wound wide”

Ma'am was still silent, there was no word from within, but I was sure that Mbak listened to what I was talking about

“Faris can not treat it and may never be able to, because Faris was also hurt” I said again

My eyes condense because of the tears that accumulate, can not be denied I am worried to see Mbak, but I also have to be calm.

“Mbak, if Mbak is injured, let it go, no need to be wrapped, Faris sure Mbak can heal himself” I shed tears, Mbak did not respond to me at all

We stayed silent for a long time, making the atmosphere even quieter.

“go, Mbak wants to own” finally Mbak open his voice, make me calm down

I reached into my pants pocket, I took the business card that Dad had given me.

“Jl.my cottage” Monologku

I prepared to go to where Dad was, tell him what his beloved daughter and wife had done. I went on public transport. Jostling on the bus, scrambling for seats, all I did to keep dad from bothering us anymore. Not because no dear, not because not miss, but for me the joy of Mbak is more important than everything. Before long I arrived and walked down the complex, looking at the block of my father's house.

“Assalamualaikum” said when I got in front of the fence of my father's house

No one answered, I finally opened the fence and knocked on the door, repeatedly knocking and greeting but the house looked deserted. The car is parked in front, there are some bikes also signify that the homeowner is inside. I waited a long time, I wanted to feel like I was gone but I wasn't sure if I could come here again either.

After a long time I waited, I could hear a noise from inside. I don't want to know, but I was curious after hearing them say Ma'am's name

“Felt guilty heh” the woman I believe the father's wife said in a condescending tone

“during this time I've been trying to be what you want, is it hard if I make amends with my daughter?” say that man again

“hahaha you know? You no longer pay attention to my daughter, you pay more attention to that useless child! ” said the woman

My hands clenched, my breath up and down because of holding back my emotions, my eyes reddened withstanding the tightness in my chest.

“Remember, Arnold, I hold your secret, don't ever mess around if you don't want to get hated by your kids!” He wrote again

No more sounds could be heard from within, just the sound of footsteps getting closer to me. I hurriedly left Dad's house, and cursed in the alley beside Dad's house. I saw the car running further and further, I undo my intention to meet father. On the way I always wondered, what are you keeping Dad secret?

I came home on foot, looking at the children playing coolly.

Crackle…

I held my stomach hungry, and from morning I had not eaten anything. I'm wobbly looking for a street vendor. But I didn't find any merchants passing by. I finally decided to eat meatballs at the end of the street of the complex of the house of my father.

“Bang, meatballs one bowl”

“ready, Bang, sit down first, Bang” he gave me a chair

While waiting for the meatballs to come, I looked around the neighborhood in this complex, the atmosphere was so quiet, there were only a few cars parked in some houses. Soon my meatballs came, and I ate them. Accidentally my eyes saw the little boy sitting lethargic beside the small stall. The little boy in a shabby shirt was joking and laughing so happily. I saw them as though they were holding back hunger. I paid for my meatballs and approached them.

“Halo” my cow

The little boy inched back, as if afraid of me, I tried to get along with myself. Although at first they were afraid but finally they can I talk to.

“Where are your parents?” much

“There, was busking at the red light” said one of the children

“have eaten?” much

“yet, wait for Mother to come” the smallest child answered innocently

“Wait a minute, ya”

I walked over to the stall next to her, bought some bread and some drinking water, lucky I brought more money.

“ini” I gave you bread and drinking water that I just bought

“Nothing, you guys hungry ‘kan?” say then

“But said Mother, wait Mother come home” the smallest child iu again said innocently her

“It's okay, eat” I put it near them, it doesn't take long they take the food I give

Seeing them eat voraciously, made me remember the figure of mother.

“Mother, I'm hungry”

“while yes, son, mom cook first” said mom

“From earlier the date has not matured, Bu” asked

“be yet” says mom slowly

At that time, from morning to evening mother always berkilah if mother is still cooking, while I am already so hungry. Until the night came, there were neighbors who gave us food. Finally we could have dinner that night, with a pack of rice and side dishes we shared for 3 people. For me, for Ma'am, and for Rara. Mother does not want to eat she said already Kenyang when I know that mother was the same, had not eaten anything from the morning.

It was in my mind, why? Why do problems always come into my life? I always wondered about my troubles with the creator. There are many things out there that are more serious than my life. It was just that they covered it with smiles and gratitude

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