Imagery
part 1

"Pyarrrr"

You cheap lady!

Once again a bright morning adorned the sky, but it was a pity that this inhospitable house felt pitch dark under the sunlight that had entered through the gap of my window

I am the image, the child born under the roof who is not lacking and not well-off, too, there is no leaky roof or cracked walls in my house but unfortunately the relationship that is in it is always flooded with the rain of selfishness of its owner and the cracks of relationships that can not be guessed when it will collapse in half

" women's policy ******! You have a husband and children too! Why do you still like to wander the night especially with the striped-nose guy out there. You know you're not a gossip in this complex, you should have a little shame"

The high voice of the father always echoed in the house when his murkur had mastered himself father to the mother who really likes to wander every night with some men he knew on social media

" what the fuck are you! You are just a security guard whose salary is one million and a half a month which can make me happy! Ngaca dong! I kek gini kek because of you, I yes time and imagery will only eat tempe the same know continue gamungkin. Very poor"

The quarrels between the two of them continued to repeat, I who was fed up with their quarrels constantly asked father to just part with mother. Because it seems like all have looked the same hurt in his heart, there is no happy blanket this house anymore

" dad, mom's enough! The image also wants to study quietly! The image of the same mother coming back like before, not this the image of the mother, sir!"

I intervened in mediating their quarrels, although actually from the bottom of my heart I did not want to do it because I knew I felt very afraid of the high notes that resulted from the quarrel

" are you just a little girl or something! You better get in the room or else this broom your dad made is thrown into your body"

Mother's voice scares me even more, the broom that is now in her grasp as if it is true will be thrown on my body and mother's eyes also widened because they feel angry at me

" get in cit! Go study, I will sleep and will not interfere with your learning activities. Studying hard, son"

Dad, the greatest man I ever had was the only one. He always listened to my words and even defended me from my mother who was angry with me

" well yeah"

My answer was short and immediately locked the door to the room because it was still shrouded in fear

Three minutes went by and it seemed like everything was calm outside I stepped foot down the bed to the study table to study the material that was scheduled for the final exam tomorrow.

Slowly I read the cultural material carefully but a loud voice shocked me which made the book that had been in the grasp of falling on the floor

My heart is so broken that even though I don't know what's going on outside, my heartbeat and respiratory tract can't control everything, everything's gone wrong including where my mind is going

" doorrrr"

The sound came from the door of my room that was tightly shut from inside

" can't read it in your heart! It's so annoying to be a kid"

Mother's voice? yes it's mom's voice, I don't feel like I'm born but sometimes my little heart says it. Even though I knew in my heart, my mother must have loved me very much

" i-iya buu image read in your heart"

" gausa answer! Your voice is disturbing my ears!"

Sometimes I wonder why my mother hates me, but many times I say no mother hates her child

I took a deep breath, calmed down while biting my finger, not because I was used to it or whatever it was I couldn't stop this bad habit, and it even seems to get worse by not being able to control yourself to berate yourself

I just want to calm down even if it's a day, not that I'm not grateful for what has been done but sometimes I feel tired and may soon give up if the situation continues like this.

Sunlight slipped in between the slightly open curtain gap, I slowly opened these two eyelids so that it began to capture the scenery around the body

it seems that I still feel drowsiness, but there is no way that I will let this lust rule over myself

*the sound of knocking on the door of the room in a row makes the head that was clean from dirty thoughts and moods that are still normal become chaotic again

" you want to sleep on? What time did you dig? You think the maid's mother should make you feel better every day"

I quickly opened this locked door

" i'm sorry mommy woke up"

" if you've woken up, you're out in the room"

" aww"

A screeching feeling lit up on my right cheek, a slap landed right there. The pain will go away but the pain will never go away and will even add some wounds that do not know what will become in the future

" i'm sorry the image will settle this house"

" good! Nyadar too, now you sweat, mopping, whistling kitchen, picking up garbage that stinks it keeps one more nyuci clothes okay"

While pointing towards the dirty clothes, I was surprised to find a large amount of dirty clothes

" but ma'am, can't you now clean house? Later home school image will wash all those clothes"

Clothes that accumulate like a mountain that dangles make me stroke the chest, I am used to washing clothes but this time the portion really exceeds the limit of my ability

" huh? Later? It can't! The clothes will be worn later tonight, mother should entertain the cafe visitors with mother's melodious voice"

" mom taped the image of wanting to go to school, and now the first day of the exam ma'am. The image can be late later if you still wash your clothes"

" ohhhhh... Still fighting you"

Mom's right hand caught my earlobe and dragged it as hard as possible

" a todu buu. Sorry mommy's gonna wash now"

" if you like the same physical pain please just defy it!"

" no, I'm not going to repeat"

The father who used to defend me was away at work there was no way he could help me this time, even though I realized it was my fault but I was really afraid of going to school

" huh, waste your time if I complain because all the homework will not be finished by itself"

Quickly I packed one by one homework ranging from sweeping and mopping, cleaning the kitchen and choosing kitchen waste that is quite emotionally draining when breathing air

" god, when is this rice?"

I repeatedly wanted to yawn at a time because I cleaned the remaining stale rice that was still in the rice cooker

There are a lot of caterpillars squirming on stale rice that smells bad

After all the garbage I managed to throw right out of the house I sprinkled the trash can in the kitchen with coffee powder to cover the remaining odor that still danced in the room

Inadvertently this eye caught a wall clock asserting me about something