Perverted : Terror!
Prologues

Sreeenggg....

"Hmmmm smells good... Cook what's my symbol, baby? It looks good.." Excited as I approached the negligent woman who was still wearing a shabby apron on her waist.

"Oalah gita gita.you are ngagetin simbok aja. kok girls at this hour just woke up! Pantes until now is still a bully. Lose to the other." My crooked grunt as usual.

"Hehehehe I'll find work again mbok. Understandably, there have been no calls. Well. if now the stomach wants to be filled first mbok. Hehe.." My chirps.

"Godly you are nduk. If you want to find a job, there's a reason." Reply the symbok while blowing fire fire that almost extinguished in the clay furnace. High billowing black smoke filled our simple kitchen with only bamboo-walled coats.

"Gita, this is the mature temple take it there, to the dining table. Simbok there has also made your favorite sambal. Just call them your brothers." Decide symbok. His face looks so beautiful this morning.

"Emmm.. Today just fried tempeh this aja mbok?" I glanced at the pan that was still perched on the frying pan.

"Still mending nduk, haha ayu, we can eat this. You have to learn a lot to be grateful. Than yesterday we can only eat the same sauce. Thank God we can eat the same tempe fried." Lirih.

"Yes mbok. Alhamdulillahot. Sorry gita ya mbok." Reply smile. I don't know why it wouldn't feel if I saw the face of my only parent was sad.

"It's okay nduk. Sana call your sisters first so we can eat together. Let the symbok settle this first." Say my symbok back.

"Ready mbok! Hehe"

Then I immediately left with a plate of fried tempeh ala simbok. I walked to the old wooden table on which was served a basket of rice that was still steaming the smoke. After helping to prepare everything I immediately called my two sisters for breakfast together. They were playing with their own toys.

"Goddess, diamond, let's eat first. The toys later." Call me. They also seem to have been waiting for breakfast times like this. Evidently just once called them immediately rushed quickly to rise from their preoccupation.

This time the four of us were already sitting at this simple dining table together. My sisters look so good eating this simple dish. Only with fried tempeh and sambal terasi they gratefully devoured for a bite. After eating, they continued with their toys.

"The two of you from now on must be careful if you want to play outside the house. Danger." The cymbok gurgles kind of yelled at my two sisters.

"Why mbok? There's a bad clown, huh?" Ask diamond innocently.

"Yes! You have to be careful with people who don't know! Don't just want to be taken away. Especially you goddess!" Say symbok back advising.

"What is mbok? Tumben symbok said that." Many wonder.

"That's nduk. In the village next door the symbok hear there m*yat a child without identity found in the coffee garden. He said he was a kidnapping victim." Bisik simbok.

"Lho simbok why not eat the tempe? how do you eat rice?" I said while spooning a mouthful of rice into my mouth.

"symbok likes to use sambel aja nduk. The time is for you just like your brothers. No need to." Say soft symbols while smiling. A sincere smile that never faded eroded the time.

To be honest, I can only hold back my tears when the true tempe from this morning, my hard-earned symbok fried has run out. Leave two pieces of fried tempeh on my plate. Without a second thought I took the two tempeh and gave it to the symbiotic plate.

"Why not eat nduk?" Ask for astonishment.

"I haven't bitten yet. I already feel full. Besides I want a diet mbok already a tendency like.. Hehehe." I said with reddened eyes to hold back the nearly spilled rain of tears.

For a moment the shadow of how difficult my family life is. How miserable our family lived all this time. Even just to be able to enjoy a piece of tempeh like this, the symbol must be a bone slam into washing labor or odd jobs in our neighbors who are well-off. Especially since our father died a year ago, the thing that just makes the symbol must turn into the backbone of the family. While me? Since last month when the store I made a place to find sustenance has gone bankrupt, I was forced to be unemployed for a while. How else would you like? I'm just an ordinary woman whose education is limited. Finding a job is not an easy thing as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Want to sell also must have capital also right. Yes, this is life. Huft.. How difficult it is to live in a country that is said to be "the land of heaven.

Oh yes, and for a daily meal, there was never anything fancy on this old table. Because usually we only rely on vegetables that are planted in the garden behind the house. And that if there is. Even once, we could only eat with rice in coarse salt chocolate. Tastier? Sure didn't! it just tastes salty mixed with the nelangsa. But surprisingly, I never met there was a tinge of sadness on the face of the symbol. Even though our family life is like this. Stuck in the poverty hole.

Only occasionally did he cry out when the night was getting late. On a shabby bed she cried softly so that none of her children would know. How heavy is the burden on his shoulders. Simbok is a strong person for me and my two little sisters.

"Mother?" Call the symbok disperse for a moment my daydream.

"Eh yes mbok. Why?" I said a little surprised.

"You cry why nduk? Sorry, the symbok. Simbok can only feed this. Symbok... Hiksss...hiksss..hikss.." suddenly a symbiotic cry broke out on the dining table.

"Mbok.. anu..." Me word.

"Nduk. You're a child of symbiotic pride." Short symbology reply. His eyes look teary. The tear bias is still growing in the corner of the net.

"Bokc... Gita promise.... Promise. will be happyin symbok.... The gita....." My words have no power to continue words. Looking at the face of the symbok it feels no longer powerful.

"Sstttt. The prayer symbol always asks the best for you to nduk. May you succeed and then be given an established soul mate, love the same family, so that your life does not feel bitter like this symbol of yours." Say the symbol by wiping his tears.

"Thank you mbok.."

Tokkk...

(Suddenly the sound of the front door being knocked down quite loudly)