Imagery
section 7

" if only I had my own money, I could buy new socks, new shoes, new uniforms and buy anything that made my body smell good and buy a facial treatment to reduce my acne"

I spoke to myself as if someone would listen to my request.

" i better find a job, so that I can meet my needs a little, and reduce the burden of the father"

I put my foot in the parking lot, I saw that there were already a lot of motorcycles missing. Of course they came home but some of them made me have a new desire.

" i want to have a bike too but it's okay I'll work hard to fulfill all my dreams that are still far from my grasp"

I got back on my bike and dribbled it, but that's why there's something different about my bike

" tyre deflated? Why could? I don't have any money now what should I do...."

Forced to have to push my bike home, there was no way I owed to fill the wind in the workshop

While on the way past a cafe, my eyes caught a face that I had been looking for

" mother? Is mom here? I'm going to go see mom"

I hurried to walk to meet my mother who seemed to be almost riding a black car in front of her.

" i-mother.. Mom wait.."

The woman I call the mother turned her head back right towards this body to meet him, but no matter why his body shows like being in a hurry and increasingly hasty to give all the luggage in the car.

Finally a few more steps my body will be right in front of my mother, but before I move again my two legs I am forced to stop my intention to see my mother

A man in a black suit like a man who works in an office following his mother's body into a car, I was stuck not knowing what to do.

My mind was already raging because of the sight before my eyes

" ma wait..."

The man who almost put his body in the car looked at me.

" mother.. Ibu.. Mumu let's go home"

Take me to the woman who's been sitting in the back seat.

" your son?"

" yes, my mas"

Answer the mother to the man

" you want to choose him or me? If you still want to be with me leave your ugly son"

" mom don't leave the image of ma'am, you have also changed the image of ma'am, the image please go home... The image will wake up early and pack the house and the image will find a lot of money so that the mother does not have to work again, the image please ma'am..."

I looked at my mother to turn my body around to convince my mother that my father and I really need a mother figure now and even forever.

" the beggar!"

Scream the man at me

" mother..."

" mommy let's go home now"

I clasped Mom's wrist and then pulled her to take her home.

But my body froze, not letting me move my body a little bit

" mother.. Let's go home! Do not stay in the image of mom, you must also wait for mom at home"

A hand took off my hand that was pulling on my mother's hand. None other than the hands of my mother

I looked at my mother's face but there was no feeling left for us

" if you want to go home, go home by yourself gausa ngajak ngajak mom come home too! It has been quite a few years that I live right after your stubborn and angry father, it is quite enough! Go there mom gamau also see your face"

" but why did you leave the image? Do you think you've done everything you want? The image wants to come with mom"

I cried to my mother, because I was afraid that if I stayed with my father I would be the subject of his anger again, let alone the father had dared to drink liquor.

" what did you say? You said you wanted to go with your mom? Never mind you are ugly I am ashamed if up to my family, friends or even people even laugh at me for having a foster child that is bad like you are rich! Come on baby we're leaving, our plane will leave soon lest we miss the plane"

The man who was together scorned me completely in front of my mother, but mother just stared in front of me not reacting anything. And what did the man say he was going to go on a plane with mom? He's going where he really is

" mother image please buu.don't stay in the image "

I kept begging mom to squeeze while hugging mom's left calf to keep her in the car. But I can't believe it hurt my chest, but it kicked me with an unusual force

Soon I stared at the two men getting into the car until it slowly left me on the road with many pairs of eyes on me but no one could understand my feelings.

Shamefully I got up from before some people and took back the bike I had left and pedaled as fast as it was.

The heat of the sun is still hot but the heat is not felt on my skin but it feels in my heart, it feels very clean. I pulled over for a while, at the cemetery where my sister was, this mound of earth made me even more chaotic. And as I always do, the only place I can accept all my complaints is here

" aghhhhh! Why does everyone make me a crazy rich gini? Hah why everything is nothing that can understand me, my situation what I want. I also want to be like other children I also want to be a man who is afraid if you meet new people, let alone new people with my classmates I am reluctant to ask something. Whahuh? What the hell happened to me?"

I was sobbing beside this mound of earth, even though there were no humans breathing around this area I still felt like I could be heard

" deck if you can why don't you just move on? Didn't you become a mother's pride? Your face is smooth beautiful and I like you because you are smart, you can boast of our parents. But why did you even leave brother deck, let's pick up brother! My sister is no longer here"

My tears just kept flowing like a very heavy waterfall, while looking right and left making sure no one heard my cries, because I know and have been quite labeled a weak man by the most powerful living life.

Without making another sound, I could only address this mound. It was as if it let out a sound with the heart even though tears were still wetting the cheeks. Until the sun no longer stings

I have to go home, even though you're going home from work at night

I wiped the tears that soaked my entire face, calmed my mind and lastly put on a fine mask just by giving a smile to myself.

" already cit, gabole shed tears again. You must be strong, okay! Gabby nyerah anyway gabby even though you are tired, kaka pamit go home first yes deck. See u next time"

Yes, that is my life, I can only hold my own body tightly, assuring me that everything will be fine as people say, even though I do not know when that time will come to me.

I paddled my bike back to my house no more tears wetting my cheeks because I had it all out there

Arriving at home I caught my father in the house, accompanied by a cigarette that was still burning

" have you stopped working?"