My Idea is Not a Imagination
Chapters 11. Avaricious
Mother continued to grumble furiously at the incident earlier,
"they can do that to our poor people if we're crazy about property, no, I'm going to keep this going, let everyone know that every crime has to be rewarded" my mother's ramblings are long.
"Have Ma'am, don't get angry later you know, let's just, they just try to protect his child, no parent who has the heart to his child even though guilty, like my dear mother," I said I was trying to take the middle ground.
"Except your father," mother continued.
"Yes, ma'am, let's say he wants to go to Uncle's house later in the afternoon" I said again.
"But tomorrow I'm back, ma'am, I'm going to school" I said.
"Yes my dear daughter" replied the mother as she pinched the tip of my nose.
The trip to Uncle's House takes almost two hours. By taking public transportation three times change car. Along the way we were more silent I just enjoyed the view of the tree trees that lined the side of the road.
My mind floated, imagining I was going to meet Uncle's family, who used to live there always insulting me, humiliating me, sometimes even hitting me.
What's my fault is that my destiny, which had to be far away from my parents, made them hate me, maybe because I was a burden to them.
I took a deep breath, the pain is still there, the heartache of my father who was the source of my family's misfortune.
Suddenly I was surprised by my mother's call.
"Fira, it turns out that there has been a lot of change in our village" said my mother.
"Yes ma'am, it's been almost three years that I haven't been here" I replied with a smile.
My mother just nodded, though,
"Ehhhh if you like to play do not go to Uncle's house? "asked mother.
"Main Ma'am, if it's semester break," I replied.
I did go to Uncle's house if the semester break was only one day, clean my house which is located approximately 10 meters from Uncle's house, then return to the House again.
It does not feel we have reached Uncle, the house is empty because Uncle and Aunt must be seen again at this hour. There was only Rio and Bunga, Uncle's son. Flowers are my age and she's also a high school not far from home. Rio's in 3rd grade Junior High.
"Assalamualaikum," cried my mother.
"Waalaikum greetings" replied Bunga,
"Ehhh, Uwa," said flowers while kissing my mother's hand.
"When you come from the city of Wa" continued Bunga.
" It's been three days, where's your mother" asked my mother
"Mother and Father again in Wa field" "Fira how are you?" sapa Flowers
" Thank God, man, how do you do your school well, right? " many
"Surf Fir, I'm always the class champion" he replied, bragging.
I just smiled faintly at the reply of Flowers.
Still unchanged Flower still likes to be proud of her, my inner talk.
Then Bunga invites us in, we enter just deliver by, then we go straight to our house. Opening doors, windows dusting dusting dust.
Our house has been empty since my father left and my mother decided to move to the city, and I myself went to a faraway High School. Practically the house is only occasionally we clean when we go home.
My mother looked at all the rooms while taking a deep breath, as if she wanted to let go of the heavy burden she was carrying.
A voice calls from the direction of the page.
"Mba Ratih, Mba Ratih, Mba. "that must be the voice of Aunt Nani.
My mother turned her head and saw Aunt Nani standing in the doorway, then hugged to let go of the gap.
"How are you, Mba Ratih," asked the aunt
"Well this is how Mba, still faithfully farming," replied the aunt.
"Thankful Nan, I hear Karta now, so boss, huh,?" ask my mom
"Not yet the Mba manager, just mengumpulin the harvest of residents, car loan pick up, then take the harvest of residents to be deposited into the middleman, quite Mba results, the results, since Fira doesn't stay with us enough we can mourn." my aunt told me, glancing at us cynically.
Deg, our hearts were shocked.
"I'm sorry Nan, because of you I have Fira, so it's troublesome for you" replied my mother.
"Well, that's how Mba, fortunately Fira has been able to be independent, inget Fir, you used to make a living with aunt and uncle!" chirping aunt.
Smiling wryly, I replied, "Yes bi, Fira won't forget"
I will not forget everything including what you did to me, telling me to eat leftovers, doing all the housework, and being a servant to your son. Just look I'll prove that I can be more successful than Bunga. Talk to myself.
After talking for a while, Aunt Nani came home. But still Aunt Nani always slipped our hurtful words. And don't forget he always boasts of the achievements of Bunga and Rio.
I could only occasionally take a deep breath, hearing all the aunt's chatter. And my mom could only smile to see my aunt talking so arrogantly.
"Yes already if you need anything to say to Aunt, then aunt ready, I say yes first Mba, tired just came home from the field" said aunt
"Yes Nan" my mother replied quickly.
Aunt's death.
"Huh, it still hasn't changed that Nani, her speech is still high," the mother snorted
"Yes, ma'am, we all know how auntie is, just let Fira get back all this Fira's heartache" I'm upset
"What do you want? " ask my mother worried.
"Don't worry Mom, Fira won't do anything negative, Fira will pay back all this heartache with achievements, Fira will learn all her might to become a doctor, Fira will make all those who have been humbling Fira look astonished at Fira's future success." I replied with fire.
"Aamiin O God, may You grant my son's mind, O God" answered the mother, raising her hand.
"Thank you Mom, it's just Fira's mom, it's just Fira's encouragement" I said, hugging Mom.
"Same dear, the jewel of the mother's heart." replied the mother, glazed over.
"We ate Yuk, I had bought packaged rice in the stall next door" my mother asked
"Come on Ma'am, Fira is hungry" I replied.
We ate the rice wrap that Mother brought, while occasionally telling stories, anything that makes us laugh, Oh Allah happy heart even without the presence of the figure of Father. Thank you God, You gave me a strong mother.
After the Isak prayer, the door of the house is knocked, while saying greetings,
"Assalamualaikum," the voice from outside.
"Waalaikum greetings" replied the mother.
It was my uncle who came.
"Mba Train," said Uncle.
"You know how Karta is, come on in, "my mother replied.
"I'm good Mba, as Mba sees now clothes have started a new business" said Uncle
"Thank God that your efforts are good" said my mother.
Mother invited Uncle in and let Uncle sit in the living room, while I made coffee for Uncle.
"Look, Mba, I came here earlier in addition to wanting to meet someone I want to talk about," said Uncle
"What's wrong" my mother replied while watching.
"That's Mba, regarding the land of the Father that is on the side of the road next to it, I want to ask for the land, as long as I want to use it for the warehouse of crops, and the, the location is strategic with the road so it is easy to access me in and out" said Uncle.