I'm the Haram Child
episode 3

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"mel, mama can not afford to pay the installment of the motorbike and bank, your brother also has no love for money until now, when it is near the time of payment again" complained mama to me.

mama had given up on the condition of our keungan at that time, inevitably mama was forced to give up our motorbike, rather than having to lose the house and garden.

"if Mela's motorbike for our school sells, Mela wants to kid?" ask your mother in a sad voice.

"Yes ma, sold is also okay, tomorrow if Mela is big, Mela replace with a new one for mama ya" said I was simple at that time..

"yes, my mother will tell your brother, later let his motorbike to Mela school yes, he bought a used motorbike only" said the mother again

mama still looks brooding, because the motorbike is my vehicle to go to school every day, let alone the motorbike is a pretty good motor that we have.

from then on our finances were very messy, while my oldest brother was like there was no responsibility at all, I was the spoiled child who usually fulfilled his desire began to feel a lot of things that changed.

since that year we often owe to the stalls to buy daily necessities and others.Even motorcycle oil for my school sometimes have to owe to the shop subscription mama.

"ma, Mela wants to pay the oil money to Mela's school, the same money Mela also ma?" I was waiting that afternoon.

"mama there is no money mel" replied mama sadly. then went into the room, and,

"this is for motor oil, 2 rb snacks yes" said mama while giving money 10rb and 2rb.

"Yes ma, gapapa" with a smile I received the money given by my mother.The years passed with unstable finances.

"ma, Mela was called to the School Administration, they asked for Mela's tuition that had been in arrears 5 months ma, the book money was also not paid" my real words are not hearty but have to tell mama.

the look on my face is getting sad, there must be a lot of things that my mother thinks today. "my God, how this, mama must be very sad" I complained in my heart.

"tomorrow if you are ready to work uncle gito's house, his payday to pay for school Mela ya son" replied mama calming.

the father of a building porters, but quite famous in our village.so the job of the father is quite a lot as well, because many people who want to make his house is done directly by the father, so the father, father in the salary according to the initial agreement.sometimes there is a weekly, sometimes there is a finished construction of his house.

but as much as any father's job, the results of the father's work are always in the mama's tube for preparation of bank payments next month and the following month.

that afternoon I went to play at my great-grandfather's house, my great-grandfather lived with the smallest son, yes my father was the eldest of 5 bersauda. and all of my great-grandfather's children live in the same village.

(gais, you must be confused right, why did Mela call her brother's sister with the name of grandfather and grandmother? is the father of Mr Mela called a great-grandfather? keep reading my novel, so you can understand this story)

"eh there's Ani's grandmother, where's Grandma?" my greetings to grandma Ani.

"from Mel's house, who are you here with?" askinya.

"alone grandma, mama's cooking at home" I replied.

then Ani's grandmother told him "the father of the Mela lived in the region parapat, the father of Mela's nasrani, different religions are our same"

"yes huh? So where is he?" timpal Yati's grandmother again

"yes do not know where, he used to say he was married to Pekanbaru" replied Ani's grandmother again.

at the age of 12 years, I did not understand what Ani's grandmother meant, but I kept thinking about it.

"If Mela's father is there, then who is dong here?" my dialogue in my heart.

"If Mela's a father, why did Mela call my sister's father as a grandparent? while brother brother Mela call his uncle?" still with dialogue in mind..

that afternoon Mela came home, took a shower and then ate, still with questions in her head but did not dare to ask her mother.

days continue to change, currently Mela has class 2 mts, has many friends, while lying tibatiba

"tomorrow pick me up at school, I'm at grandma's house" a message from ratih.

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow" I'll return.

that morning I left early because I wanted to pick up Ratih in the next village, his grandmother lived not far from my village, the village next door but still can be in line if I pick her up first when going to school.

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because the next episode will be a lot of conflict in Mela's life.

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