My husband no longer touched me
The cruel treatment of mother

Mom's face looks sullen with bulging eyes.

Still outside the stall I beg for the kids to eat. She's my mom like everyone else.

"Bus ... Only a can of rice debt. If it was a heavy mother. And two packs of instant noodles" I said. With a quiver muffled disappointed also my heart ache.

My mother had to wrap what I asked for.

"Now!" Throwing a black plastic pack rough at me.

Fortunately not broken and torn.

My tears almost fell. I'll get that black plastic right away.

"Are you pregnant, Laras?" tanyakanya.

"It-yes."

"Whose son? Ferdi or Beni?" He smiled a wry smile at me.

I can't answer. Answering it would tear my heart even more apart.

"Go first, Mom. Thank you, the rice,"

I choose to go. Grasping the plastic tip tightly in my right hand.

"It's true, ngeloyor. Have a rich useless child you just mending die!"

The deg!

My tears can't hold me anymore.

"Bu ...," I wiped my tears rough. "What am I wrong with you?" I just want to look at myself. I speed up these footsteps. No matter who looks at me on the side of the road or cross paths.

Duh, Wrestling. Is this something my heart hurts? Please give me the strength to survive for my children.

****

Entering the courtyard of Mas Beni's house was already standing in the doorway with a waistline.

Apparently he's home.

"Where have you been?!" tanyakanya. Those red eyes glared.

"Find the rice --,"

Beni cut my sentence.

"Your kids just stay!"

I passed him a little quivering my body.

Two steps through it.

"God!" He grabbed the hair I had covered with a veil.

Aw!

"Where have I said that?!

"Find some rice to eat today."

Pain is unbearable. Then Mas Beni released his grip.

"Where's the debt? In that magical woman,"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I told you not to go there!"

"Then, who's gonna help me when I don't have the money, Mom? Don't forget, Mom. You never gave me a living?!" reply furious.

"How dare, you!" Beni is chasing my steps.

Dugm!

His feet hit the table leg and he staggered down.

"SUBSTANT!" He still cursed. When he woke up he couldn't.

You lousy drunk!

Immediately I cooked this rice and noodles so the children could eat.

Where would money be if I kept silent? How about a minjam at the bank.

Hoek!

Holy hooch! Just throw my reverie.

Mas Beni spewed out his entrails on the floor. After he got up he approached me.

"Eh, *******!" call him. While taking off his clothes and throwing away the origin.

"You take care of that," his orders pointed in the direction where he was vomiting.

Whum!

Beni went into the bathroom.

Phew ....

There he feels hell to me but, if there's no one I miss him. A miss?

Ferdi, I mean!

"Where are you now, my dear? Until whenever I will remember. I hope you're not happy. Die if you have to," I murmured.

Is he really my son? My hands caressed my stomach. There was an amused feeling when the little kick surprised me.

Sorry mom, son. My mom promised to love you.

****

I accompanied my two children who were playing on the terrace. Mas Beni came out he was dressed neatly.

"I'll go first. Take care of my children until you mess around don't expect to stay here" he said.

I nodded and smiled bitterly at the man.

Far away in the clouds I dream of a harmonious and loving household. My parents really love me. But it's only my dreams that never take sides.

Than to bengong later cook what, tomorrow eat what. I better go to Hesti's.

I want to be taught how to borrow money from the bank. Calculate the preparation of childbirth and sales capital.

Arriving at the Hesti house.

"Are you sure, Laras? Mau minjam at the Bank around,"

"Related. I want to sell again" I said.

"No need to wait at the bank. I loan you a little money for capital. So you can sell again like you used to, how?" his proposal.

"You're so nice. I've been troubling you a lot. I'll borrow it at the bank." I'm chuckling with my wishes.

"Where will you pay? Is it hard to get my money?" Hesti started to puff.

Yes, too, yes. I'm speechless.

"More. Put it on." Hesti handed the envelope with money to my hand.

I hugged his fat body.

"Thank you, Hesti. I hope I can get this money back."

"Don't hesitate to ask for help" he said. He returned my embrace.

I say goodbye to Hesti to go home. And bring my kids.

I was curious about the contents of the envelope that Hesti had given me. There's a jib collater I stopped there.

I opened the white envelope. And ....

There are 20 pieces of money hundreds of thousands. Thank you, thank you, Hesti. I put five pieces in my pants pocket.

The rest I put back in the envelope. Before I got home I stopped by my mother's house to pay off the rice debt yesterday.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

I see you're tidying things up in her stall.

"Waalaikum salam. Want what?" ask mom cold.

"You pay the debt, ma'am." I smile. "Shop" I said again.

"Come in here, not outside. Mother's children's children, heat!" his orders.

Is there a wind, did you tell me to come in?

"How much rice was yesterday, ma'am?"

I took the money in a sheet envelope.

My mother glared unblinking.

"18 thousand all. Where'd you get your money? Don't help me, you're shy, Mom,"

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. What the hell is that? Minjam barrel where Hesti."

I took the envelope from my hand.

"Here, the money!"

"Don't Ma! Please give me the money back. That's capital for sales again,"

"Allah! Remember, yeah. It's money to replace you hitchhiking here for months. No, remember you?"

I tried to get the envelope back. But mom is more agile.

"Bu ..., Laras please give me the money."

I hugged his leg.

Mom put snacks in plastic. And give it to Faisal.

"It's take it home, yes" he said.

Faisal accepted and received my mother's gift.

"Mr ...." I keep whining. "Give me the money."

"No. And you quickly get out of this stall!" Mom kicked me.

My tears flowed unstoppably.

"There!"

I got up and took the kids away.

Oh, God, I'm not sincere.