MY FACE IS NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS MY HEART
EPS 12'S
I read this letter as if I were my breath
stopped slowly. My mother still had time to write this at the time of her death to meet her. I'm like a selfless child, I even cursed him in front of his navel. Because fate is playing us, I'm more curious about my mother who will tell me the figure of my father I've been looking for. I opened the box again to look for the book my mother meant, and found the book
that is, the color is worn out and has almost become a less pleasing fragment.
I opened the book slowly, and read
sheet by sheet that tells me where my mother lived her life for
he scavenged the wind that lived him. Up to the 10th page I saw
a very strange name is shown and my hearing, Mardian SMITH that was the beginning of the tenth paper was written. I opened it and read it.
“I am determined to work in this city and scavenge for fortune
halal for my son. I went and came to town B at 6 a.m
day, I've pocketed an address that accepts me for work
as a waiter at a fast food restaurant. Although only a servant but
his salary is good enough to support my son. I also work without knowing
tired and sent the proceeds to my mother to support my son.
6 Months I've been working in this town, until I
met a man who sat leaning on an existing power pole
in front of the restaurant I work. He was like in pain and enduring the pain in the area
her chest. I approached him and when I saw his pale expression
and not strong to endure her pain.
I also screamed for help
this man was taken to the hospital. When the man was taken to the hospital
nearby, I continued my work to serve ordinary customers
for breakfast.
After 3 months of the incident where the man fainted, there was someone looking for me in
my workplace. I was called by the restaurant owner to meet with guests
who wants to see me. I went out and went to the table where there was one
the man waiting for me, I walked with the owner of this restaurant.
“Bang…. This is the woman you were looking for when you fainted yesterday.!!”
The manager patted the man's shoulder. And saying so, I scrunched my forehead
confusedly. When the man turned around I was shocked and spontaneously closed my mouth. Because he's the man I helped a few months ago.
“Mr…. You were the one who fainted back then right..?”
I asked while backtracking my steps.
“Yes I was the one you helped back then, and I wanted to say
thanks to you. About that time but I never
found you around here, accidentally you broke into this restaurant and
it turns out it works in it.”
Long story short I started to get close to this man. I call him bang dian, then we were always intense to meet. Without knowing where he's from, and what he's working for, I just
thinking I'm comfortable and he's not insolent is enough for me.
Until we have a relationship and will
did my marriage and she's open to each other, even though I've had more
do it first to him about my past, I'm a widow with a child
Even I've told my family, what my social status is,
I've told you everything.
When he started the story it turned out he was the owner of the restaurant I was working at. I'm honestly surprised
is this how she got this important thing she didn't tell you, and I
to think that she thinks I'm a realistic woman. But I didn't
caring too much about it, the most important thing is that he accepts me and my son.
Until I met his family, everything was good
and accept me sincerely but it doesn't last long until we have
a son. They only show their true nature.
I feel humiliation every day, even my husband
don't know about the insults and their behavior treating me the same as the maid
in my own home. Even my son is treated like a maid.
When my husband goes to work, I will be a bulian and a scorn in my house
by my in-laws and my sister-in-law.
To the point where I was not strong and complained to my husband but he did not believe,
I was even told to slander his own mother. I hold all of that with restraint
and not let out my desire to leave this house. When mas dian
go abroad to pick up the father-in-law who must be picked up because
it's a less good situation.
I just found out that I'm having our second child,
I waited for a dian mas for so long and never came from that day
determined, until my 8-month pregnancy I heard that my husband
married again in this country.
I decided to further my intention to leave the house
stupid because all this time I kept money from dian mas for my needs.
I used this money to go back to J's city so no one would know I was coming home
to the house in hiding.
Until the day I booked my ticket
coming home in hiding, I left with my eldest son haunted by
aunt amoy to escape. I accepted violence because I remained
kekeh to come out to accompany my son to the front of the complex.
I keep coming out despite getting bruised in my pregnancy, I bring my crying son to feel my mother-in-law's punch, I hate them I swear I will never go back to that hell house. I got to Aunt Amoy's house, and told him everything.
I cried and begged him not to tell Mas dian
where I went and what reason.
I left at 3pm local time, I
passed my husband's car, but luck was still on my side
I was invisible to him. Until I boarded that ship, I
sitting my son quietly next to me, I had the determination not to
return to him, though death be before me. I began to recall the time
where everything that was beautiful was harmonious and I was very dependent on the relationship
here's to him. But did I get hurt again for the umpteenth time, I
starting to feel my stomach that began to feel bruised in part of my body, I
feel the cramps that make the mouth will issue a pain stub. My son who
seeing me endure the pain, he just called me by holding my hand asking to sit on my lap,
“Mamak ….. Mamac….. Mamac….. “.
Stretching his hands to me. I also received the tiny hand of my son, and I
sitting on my lap, I felt the warmth of my son's hold on my stomach.
Maybe the baby daughter in my womb understands that
her brother is calming her in my stomach. To where I was sent
at my destination, I immediately searched for transportation to travel home
my parents. I got to my house at 2 in the morning, which was advocating
to ride some transportation to get home.
I knocked on the door with pain
cramp in my stomach, and the other hand to carry my son.
“assalammualaikum.....”, Call me on the third tap.
“Mba,,.. This arum mba, …. Open the door...!!!”
“arum come mba...”. After the door opened I felt the burden on my life was gone instantly.
I sat down at my brother's feet, and I cried to embrace him.
“mba I'm not strong anymore…. I'm not strong enough to withstand this mba.”.
Mba aci was shocked to see me like this, and immediately hugged me tightly.
“Ndu.. ayok enter first and talk in dalem. Let you rest your son.”
I was brought in by my brother, and we were dressed and clean, my brother
surprised to see my terrible situation. He even hugged with
she cried as if she knew that I was in pain and suffering
just there.
And when I told him about everything I've been through, Mba just asked.
“does your husband know about you going here..?”.
I just shook my head. After a few days here my stomach felt
contractions like a lahiran and I saw around my feet there was blood
it flows from my baby's birth canal.
I was taken to the room because there was no midwife or baby shaman
because I gave birth on a feast day. I complained of pain and no
strong to continue to feel this pain ….
Pov twilight
I can't continue reading this, I
gotta find out where mom…. ? I don't blame you for everything. If destiny
it is okay to be cruel to me, if I may beg.
begging not to be born to you if it ends like this. What
ahrus I told my father ma'am if I met him again, would I hate mom,
Would I be angry, or would I do the same with you
left him? Give me all the answers ma'am.. .
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