My husband no longer touched me
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Bamitan to go to school in my bag containing clothes, SD and Junior High. All my stuff wasn't taken away just the important stuff.

I want to be free from the pesantren. It's time to fly the wings as far as I want.

****

I stopped the transport majors to Bude's house, today I skipped school. Continuing my escape mission.

Until ...

"Well, how come, go home? No school, huh?" bude Mira asked in surprise.

The fat lady was sweeping the courtyard.

"Holiday, Bude," I answered a lie. Then shake his hand.

"Oh."

"Bude, Laras doesn't feel right there. Barrels out, yeah, Bude?" tanyaku carefully.

Bude Mira stopped sweeping. He looks at me not like it.

"If you go out of boarding school, what will you be!" bude said up.

I was surprised by Bude's reaction. Is Bude angry with me?

"Yes, the school, it's still Bude. But, Laras does not want to go to the pesantren anymore," I replied. I held back the crying.

"As far as you!" Bude passed.

Bude throws his broomstick under a mango tree. And entered leaving me who was still standing in the courtyard.

I went inside, put my things.

"So my son, just bother how much."

Bude mengedumel in the kitchen.

I am confused by my decision at this time. Back to the pesantren or, stay here like a stranger?

News of my escape from the boarding school, spread to the family in Java.

Bude Mira frankly did not want to support me because he could not afford other needs.

Mother moreover? He is happy with his new life. What a pity your son's fate is, Dad.

Finally, my mother-sister Pak lek Sharif willingly accepted me. All airfare needs are borne by Mr. Lek.

Like a no-man's bird perched on one tree to another without purpose or family.

*****

Three years of living with Mr. Lek Syarif finally, I graduated High School. Also, the same mother's sister couldn't accept me for long. Three years of long time.

Where am I supposed to go? Mother what's my fault? Who am I really?

Why would no one accept me.

Mr. Lek Syarif handed me over to my brother Farhan in Jakarta. He is married to ASN taxation.

Do they want to accept me?

*****

Welcome to Jakarta!

It is with great pleasure that Brother Farhan and sister Luna-his wife welcome me.

All my needs and needs are covered by them. Nice house, luxury furniture, and serviced by a housekeeper.

Like a queen in the kingdom. But, only temporarily. In fact, it is not as sweet as honey and not as beautiful as a fairy tale. I'm still a troublesome piece of trash.

"You're not a becus!" hardik Farhan's. When I do not cook water. The kettle is scorching. Stupid, I can't cook water.

"My uniform's been ironed, Laras?"

"Yet. Sorry Brother Farhan, Laras forgot," I said at the dinner table.

"Huh! Therefore, don't just eat your sleep!" chirps Kak Luna. He was neat in his work uniform.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

My bedroom door was pounded aloud. Usually knocked.

"Wake, woy!" the voice of Luna.

"It's up, brother. Barrel's wearing clothes."

"Lelets! Prepare my husband's needs. Later, I have a meeting, I have a meeting" he said.

He left my room. It was heard from the sound of the knocking of his shoes away.

"Yes." Yeah."

All the work was given to me. 'The ride must know itself' said Kak Luna.

****

"When, Honey. Barrels out of this house?" said Kak Luna in the back mini park.

I overheard their conversation.

"Yes, patience. Wait for him to be independent and get a job,"

Farhan was busy with the newspaper he read. Meanwhile, Kak Luna watered her orchid collection.

"Because, Honey! Dining sleep doang, where can work. Graduates of High School Gini usually be a maid."

"Yes, right, could be a maid in our house?" kak Farhan's Proposition.

"Oh, don't be this shit!"

My heart hurts to hear their words. Is this as bad as my fate?

Please anyone, marry me. Take me away from here. Well, by the way, I.

It's good to go back to the room before I get caught eavesdropping.

Brak!

I slammed the door in annoyance. Why does it have to be like this? I am the ball. Passed here and there.

Every day can be scathing, if you do not want to accept my existence should not be accommodated here!

Drt ... Drt ...

Call from mom? Coc, tumben.

Clique

"Assynrass, Nduk. How are you doing?" said mom across the street via phone call.

"Waalaikum salam. Healthy, Mom. Mother how?" sahutku. I sat on the side of the white bed.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother yes, healthy. How is it there, what is it?"

"Some, Mom. But ...,"

I decided to make Mom curious.

"Why, Nduk?"

Kan, that's right. Mom curious.

"Oh, no, ma'am" I replied.

"Mom wants to know you as his friend's daughter. Beni's name, who knows you're a soul mate."

Whahuh? Mom wants to match me apparently. Good Lord! Prayaku.

"Ehm, I can, Mom. Just give me the phone number, Laras,"

This is my chance to get out of this place. Hope it is fit and fit.

But, does Mas Beni want to be with me? My face is not pretty.