Om Pamungkas
unwillingly

" We'll just go home!" finally, the man sat while staring at the floor, he did not want to look at Ratih.

Ratih stood beside the door of the room, sighed heavily and then leaned back,

keep looking at her husband, though,

He did not comment, fearing mispronunciation and making things worse.

" You didn't hear me?" asked because he did not get any answers from his wife.

" I listened to you mas." replied Ratih approached and sat down beside Pamungkas.

" I'm here, my job is done, right?" Looking at his wife.

" The task of releasing the burden of the past, is it already..?" ask me, Rati slowly,

Just shut up, though,

" Well, you're a good man, don't let vengeance ruin your heart and mind.." Ratih stroked her husband's back.

" And then you? you're not heartbroken to have been betrayed like that?!" Instead, talk about the past of Ratih.

" Sick, disappointed, traumatized, if that man wasn't a mas, I wouldn't have remarried..

I still cry a lot when people talk about Tias and his daughter,

in my heart I am envious, why can't I be a mother yet..

but that doesn't mean that hurt and disappointment can prevent me from growing up,

I'm with you now..

I'm happy, I'm happy,

I'm really happy, though,

So happy.I forgot that I was hurt and disappointed.." Ratih leaned on her husband's arm.

" Your father is old, I think he has received a reply for all his actions." Ratih continued,

" what reply?! his life is comfortable with a salary every month!" He still could not get rid of his hatred.

" So talk to you and see you so you know what your father has been going through for years.."

" not necessary!"

" why not need?" Ratih lifted her head and looked at her husband patiently.

" Because the wounds that you bear are greater than the pain that he is suffering now?!" firmly End with reddened eyes,

" You know Rat, you know it." said the man softly,

" say me, so I know..?",

instead of answering Ratih, she closed both eyes with her right palm.

" My mother.. My mother loved him so much." said Pamungkas quivering, he held back his tears.

" Love is too big for a bastard." In the last sentence you can no longer hold back your tears, your shoulders shake even if you close your eyes.

" Dad never hugged me, not once, kissed my forehead or gave me a small compliment like someone else's father..

i, I can only remember the taste of father's punches,

I can also only remember, almost every day, without him asking if there was money or not to eat, he said,

dad was always angry and said mom wasn't so nice, though,

sometimes the plate in front of him was thrown towards my mother, sometimes also towards me, because I always ran towards my mother when I heard the loud snapping of my father.." said the man with a wound that seemed wet again,

wounds and memories of bad memories that tried to die when he was buried again appeared, swept in, as if not to be driven far away from the memory of the ultimate.

" One day my father came home, it seems he lost a lot of gambling,

I don't know what you said to Dad,

tau tau mother on the jam and thrown to the floor,

mother stepped in front of me Rat. When I ran away and hugged mother, instead of stopping, she stepped on me too.." End of tears flowed profusely, tears flowed,

" I often wish that I wasn't his real son,

because that way, I can understand why he was so cruel to me..

but the truth is our faces are so similar..

I hate it, I hate it.." Finally opened his eyes which he had closed with his palm, and saw the usually firm face, now wet with tears.

" The least I have understood until now is..

every time he's angry, he's,

every time he beat me or mom, he,

he always spits on us..

Like disgust at us, like we're this shit..

like we made a big mistake with him..

I really don't understand..

what's my fault and mother's..

if she doesn't love mom, then,

if there is a woman who thinks is better than her mother,

she should have let go of mom in a good way,

not to ruin my mother,

and after the broken mother is born her inner..

not fixing the situation, though,

He even left mom..

with a heavy load..".

Only this first time, in all her life, did Ratih see her husband sobbing.

Inner End is so miserable, actually he does not hold a grudge, only..

He's still so unwilling..

Even though his mother was happy by his stepfather,

but finally know the truth, in the heart of his mother, still stored a great love for his father who never realized how big and sincere his mother's love was.