Grasping
Part 4's
"Father," called Niar and turned towards Bejo's pack who was standing by the side of the door.
Mr. Bejo approached his second daughter, stroking the top of Niar's head with his dense black hair. "You'll stay here, son. You are a good father's daughter. I'm sorry you lack attention, often ignore your existence. You are busy working, until you forget how to give affection," said Bejo felt guilty.
"Sir, why does Mother and Sister Nesva not love Niar? Why do you always say Niar's a son of a bitch." The little girl had fostered tears, if she blinked those tears would come out.
"Mom was being a little rude. Many burdens of thought make Mother often angry. Niar please excuse me Mom, yes. If Niar remains a good boy, one day I will love Niar. And, there's something Niar needs to remember, there's no pesky child carrier. Every child brings happiness as well as its own sustenance," said Mr. Bejo gave understanding.
"But, when did you love Niar, sir? Niar just wants to sleep next to Mom and also hugged mom." This time Niar's tears escaped. Her tiny hand immediately wiped deftly.
That's a simple request from an 8-year-old boy who has never felt the warmth of his mother. The desire is not difficult to realize, even very easy for most other mothers. However, all that does not apply to Sumiati, a mother of two who is reluctant to make it happen. I don't know why Sumiati so hated the presence of Niar.
"Fast ... Father will try. Niar remains patient and remains respectful to mother, yes. Because heaven is under the soles of the feet of the mother," said Mr. Bejo with an advice.
"Yes, Sir. Although I don't love Niar, but Niar is very fond of Mom. Niar always pray that Mother will live a long life and can love Niar as dear Mother and sister Nesva."
Without them knowing, Sumiati stood beside the door. Clearly hearing the conversation of her husband and son both. But, what was the response of the mother of two children? He was just annoyed to hear Niar's request which to him was very sickening. "At any time I won't grant your wish, son of a bitch!" upset ass.
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As usual, the routine of the days in Niar playful. The boy did not see the condition of his heart, still went to school despite walking.
His mind was still heading to Nesva who a few minutes ago preceded him by riding a mini bike, when could he have such a bike?
Although every time the eye was shedding tears, but as if the source was still so abundant that the tears never receded. How he did not cry through the injustice of his mother and brother. He bore the shame and insults of his schoolmates because of his shabby uniform, while Nesva—sang's older brother, never felt that in the taste.
He wanted to scream to voice it all. But what power, all useless. Instead he will get anger even a blow from Sumiati.
Lucky at school there is a teacher who always monitors, so Niar is rarely bullied by students who do not like the boy. At school there were no friends who would approach or just talk to him, in a crowd like their own, that was Niar's life.
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There is something different about Niar's return this time, the little girl was not on foot but was ridden by a motorcycle by the homeroom teacher who delivered directly to the residence Sumiati.
Heavy tears flooded both Niar.
Sumiati teetered up from the kitchen. "Greetings, '" he answered.
"Please come in, Mom." Sumiati invited his guests in. Can be seen from the appearance of wearing a teacher uniform, the woman must be the mother of the teacher at her child's school.
After they sat down casually, the First Lady of the Classroom began to talk. "Look Mom, Niar accidentally threw a ball into a glass window until it broke, I'm here to tell you that and tell the guardians to pay compensation for the glass damage caused by my mother's daughter." The homeroom teacher explained in a polite tone.
Sumiati instantly glanced sharply at his daughter, anger instantly radiating from the glint of his eyes.
Niar lowered his head, the little girl had no courage to return the mother's frightening gaze. The little girl knew that the mother would be angry after the departure of her class teacher. He just complies with the situation.
After talking to ask for leniency and the homeroom mother had said goodbye, Sumiati quickly approached Niar and held Niar's ears firmly.
"It hurts, Mom." Niar's cry broke as his mother's hand hurt his earlobe.
"Basic son of a bitch! What are you doing until you break the school glass! You know we're poor, we don't have any money, because of you I have to pay the money. You kids don't know they're lucky! It's just annoying! If it wasn't for your father, it was from your baby I'd be giggling!" Sumiati scolded Niar in a high voice, fretting and grabbing Niar's long-spaired hair.
"Mom's sick, Mom. Forgive ...." Niar asked for forgiveness and compassion so that Sumiati's hand would turn to her hair that felt hot because it was pulled so strong. When the hand switched, unable to make Niar relieved, the girl grimaced again as Sumiati's hand pinched her arm strongly and felt very sore.
"Sorry Niar, Mom. Niar accidentally, it's not Niar's fault. Temen Niar is wrong, "please Niar. The little boy wanted to convey the truth but Sumiati did not want to listen and forced Niar's hand to be brought into Niar's room.
Pushing Niar's body to fall on the hard floor.
"You, Mother of the law! Can't go anywhere! No food or drink! I'll open this door when your dad gets home!" sumiati said coldly and stepped out leaving Niar's narrow and engulfing room.
Brak ...
The door leaf was slammed tightly and locked from the outside.
"Mom .. Please open the door, ma'am. Ms ... Niar thirsty!" niar shouted, trying to bang on the door of the room. He did not hear from his mother at all.
"Bus ... Niar laper, ma'am." Niar's voice weakened, until the little girl squatted behind the door. The sobbing was still clearly heard, but the power to shout was running low, half a day holding back hunger and thirst but at home he was locked up without a drop of water and food.
Niar was still crying by leaning his head on the side of the frame. "When did Niar grow up, huh, God? Niar wants to work and make a lot of money for Mom. If Niar gives you a lot of money, maybe I'll love Niar." Niar is still very early, but his mind is required more to mature.