Sacred In Stain
Scorn

Chapter 5. Scorn

“It has long been invisible to buy porridge, Khal? You healthy?” The father of the porridge seller asked kindly to Khalisa who kept his head down, it was deliberately so in his efforts to avoid meeting people.

Clingingukan, Khalisa raised his head slightly. “I'm good, Sir. Incidentally lately, Afkar prefers to eat home food,” Khalisa said.

His voice was softly barely audible, while nodding politely and commenting on the smile at the fifty-year-old man who was concocting porridge for Afkar. The only person near her residence who often greeted her without a sneer was humiliating.

“Thank God that you are good,” said the father, his tone is typical of a father who is talking to his son. “This slurry. Welcome to.” The father handed him a plastic bag containing a porridge container for Afkar.

Khalisa frowned as he was about to hand over a piece of money of five thousand rupiah after examining its contents. “Sorry, Sir. I think the order was wrong. I ordered half a serving of porridge sauce with just a little chicken suwir. But this is like one serving, the chicken is a lot and use pepes at ampella as well.”

Khalisa stared at the contents of the bowl alternately with the face of the father. He began to fret, his palms sweating coldly. The ration to buy porridge is only divided by five thousand rupiah by her mother-in-law, while if the full portion is like this the price is above ten thousand.

I don't know what kind of scolding Wulan will throw if he asks for extra money to pay. While Dion was too submissive to his mother, always agreed to whatever Wulan said under the pretext of the common good, without ever feeling Khalisa as a wife. Although the financial matter was already agreed Khalisa before his marriage with Dion took place. That the power of his household money remains in-laws who arrange after marriage later.

The naive young Khalisa didn't think much of it, quickly agreeing to whatever conditions Dion and his family were on. Never thought it turned out in practice not as easy as thought, starting from his desire to move home was never considered and heard.

Khalisa's greatest will at that time was just to get married and be with the man who saved her, making her feel safe protected. Dion was once the savior of his life from the clutches of pimps who several years ago picked him up in an orphanage, precisely when he stepped on the number nineteen. Although after marriage with Dion Khalisa must admit, the sense of calm that was predicted turned out to be like a mirage.

“It's okay. Counting bonuses, you happen to be trading today you want to run out. Another sweet sell. Accept yes, Khal. Pepes ati ampelanya for you, as you remember, you like pepes ati ampela this most when cravings this handsome boy,” said the father sincerely, really sincere.

Five steps away, a noise came from the porridge-man's shop. Screeches the wife of the porridge tight air, as if deliberately to get to Khalisa's ears.

“Ngapain anyway, I chat with people who are not clear of their origin? Use thanks bonus everything!”

“Already, Mom. What is wrong with that kid being the same as us? There's nothing, right? Be friendly don't look at feathers, don't be picky. All the same, equally human.”

“Ya but still. Later Mother is hostile to the neighbors here if we are found too familiar with it. Then later if our store hit the shit from his dirty how? Know for yourself the orphanage he came from was close to the location of the most sanitary localization in the city. Everyone also memorized, the babies who were dumped around the localization area were all housed in the Seruni orphanage, the orphanage where Khalisa came from. It was predictable what the children were and who they were born with, it was clear they were all illegitimate children of prostitutes! Or maybe he seduced you? Basic derivative female itch!”

“Makin ngawur only this Mom. Already, I serve if anyone buys porridge, I want to wash the bowl.”

Khalisa stepped wide not wanting to argue, rushing home leaving a commotion behind his back. Undeniably, the familiar scorn that greets the ears of an invisible sledgehammer hits the chest, stifling. Even though he was used to it, it still ripped his heart every time people gossiped about it.

Soft and warm little hands rubbed his tears that somehow since when wet the cheeks, decays without realizing it.

“Unda, why his cheeks have his hair,” Afkar chirping that is still slurred, asked while looking up. Observing the face of his mother who cheered.

Quickly Khalisa shrank his tears, widening his smile to cover the bitter that roiled the soul. “It's like there's dew water falling on Mother's cheeks, thanks yes, it's dried.”

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