Seasons Will Always Change (Holly's Love Story)
Eps. 1 Seventh Child
Holly Yulvyana Chandra descends from the mikrolet, the city's angkot name. The girl dries the sweat on her temples. It was early in the morning but the weather was so hot. With a little run the sweet girl entered a narrow hallway only the size of one car in the middle of a crowded village in the northern suburbs of this city. Their house is located at an altitude, entering to the end of the hall about 200 meters then uphill on the path, the fifth house.
His short hair looks shiny under the sun, it is oily because it has not shampooed. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of walking with her face unprotected from the sunburn.
Holly was born into a simple family. His father was an ordinary construction worker with erratic jobs, sometimes months of no work. Mama's a tailor, her customers are many and there's even a regular customer, so she always has income. Although there are now malls, clothing stores and boutiques scattered in this city, but there are still many people who choose to sew clothes. But still the income of the mother can not cover the needs of the whole family, especially if papa there is no call to work.
Holly's the biggest boy, she's seventeen. She has six sisters, four girls and two boys. Two older sisters, Herlina and Helny, have two and three children each, the rioters at home. There are still Henny, Hofny and Helen who are unmarried and also not working. Holly is closest to Hanie, only Hanie has always treated Holly well.
"It's ma..."
Holly put down a sewing fee payment note from Flora, one of the mother's regular subscriptions. Bu Flora sews five clothes, sewing fees three hundred thousand per one clothes and Flora always gives a note when payment. Mama watched for a moment the numbers on the paper and then looked questioningly at Holly's face.
"All taken Henny..."
Holly answered that look. Mama took the phone in the negligee's pocket and made a call.
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"Henny, I've told you, take one million, which is five hundred thousand for mama, why you take all..."
"Yes I took it a million..."
Holly, who was sticking her ears on her phone, immediately shouted...
"Don't lie. You take it all, I told you to count it..."
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"Holly!"
Mama closed the call and put the phone on top of the sewing machine. Holly knew, I'm sure you didn't trust her, you trusted Henny more.
"He took all the ma, I haven't had time to separate the five hundred thousand that Henny had seized at the door of the boarding house."
"Here's the money, you keep it where..."
Mama's got all over Holly's body. The girl resigned. Mama found two thousand pieces of silver left over in Holly's shorts. There was a sense of sadness in the heart of the girl. Sadness increased with fatigue delivering the stitches, the fare that mom gave was not enough so half the trip she decided to walk. Then had to drive to Henny's boarding house to deliver the money and receive the rough treatment of her older sister, now accepting the abusive actions of her own mother.
The sadness he always kept to himself.
"But if you know you're lying, you've lied a lot and stolen your money!!"
When did I lie? When did I steal my mom's money?
His heart was tight, but helpless.
Mama sat back in front of the sewing machine, not caring about her son's heart because of his attitude just now.
"Holly, if the kids wake up for instant noodles, it's in my room, make three packs of no more..."
Herlina the elder sister looked at the door of the mama's sewing room, already neatly ready for the supermarket at Pasar 45, where she worked as a cashier five years ago.
"Lina, tell your husband who takes care of your children, Holly mama wants to tell the place of the obras, the machine of the mother's obras has not been repaired."
Holly only looked sadly at the large plastic bag containing the material of the clothes that mama meant, endless work.
"Yosie's asleep at dawn, there's no way she woke up this morning..."
Herlina immediately left uncompromisingly with mama, descending hastily on the path of the paving.
Holly headed for the kitchen, she knew she wouldn't have time to study. It's been a quiet Friday, quiet week before the exam is almost over but he can only study a little, even though Monday will be the national exam.
He wanted to continue his studies after this, he had already taken care of Bidikmisi a kind of college scholarship for those who could not afford it. He must have a good achievement as one of the requirements, and the final exam score also determines.
After doing all the work for this house including serving his bangs, no rest, now he has to go out again to the place of the obras in Market 45. He picked up a book, in place of the obras who knows can learn a little...
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On Saturday, Holly repeatedly sighed and threw away the rough, as if his frustration can also be broken with a soulful gust followed by painful eyes because it holds back the crying and chest that feels pain as if you just hit papa's hammer. This house never gives her peace.
He had already taken refuge in the quietest corner of this house, but it was indeed where there was such a place in this house. Repeatedly evicted and bullied five pounders who were playing, crying, shouting, running, scrambling cellphones and toys, scramble remote tv, grabbing food, grabbing territory, grabbing attention. Everything is too active, want the same man or woman, always make a riot. No place is free from their exploration, no place can be tidy in this house, there is not even good home furniture because all are used as toys or experimental tools how to damage objects properly.
Who can control and control them? There aren't. The voices of adults only temporarily stopped. And this house is only a little quieter when the 2 biggest children go to school.
"Ling.. Come with me..."
Hanie's voice coming out of the bathroom pulls Holly from the grief that is taking hold of her mind.
"Where?"
"Where I work..."
"Well? I want to study Han.. Monday I'm the test..."
"That means, you can study quietly there..."
"Maybe?"
"Can.. let's hunt..."
"But I took a shower, borrowed a shirt? Same with shampoo..."
"Yes... Don't take long bath..."
Hanie went into the room, pulled a clean t-shirt out of the closet that had not doors due to the actions of the pounders, took a sachet of shampoo on top of the closet and then threw it at Holly who was waiting at the door.
Since childhood they both wear the same clothes, do not know where exactly belongs to Hanie and where belongs to Holly, except the dress model girl certainly can not be used Hanie because he is a real guy.
"Hey... Holly, where are you going, huhh?"
Mama's big voice greeted Holly's ears as she prepared to get on Hanie's bike. Mama looked out the side window of my sewing room. The sound of the motor made mama stand from the front of her sewing machine especially when she saw who was about to ride behind Hanie.
"You study at Hanie's, here I can't learn ma..."
"Eh... uh... uh.. who let you out? Have you cooked for lunch?"
"Taste, ma. I've fried an egg."
"Huhuh? That aja? You are lazy, right? Mama's been working hard all day, you're just makin' eggs?"
"Helen doesn't shop ma, there's only eggs in the fridge."
"Where's Helen, mommy gave me that money..."
Mama Lisbeth shouted then called out to Helen, her large voice echoing perhaps to the end of the hallway of their home complex, waduuh. Mama had entered the middle room to go to Helen's room, one of the sisters whose job is to shop for home purposes.
"Let's go up..."
"Han, I'm not coming, mama cariin later, if I don't have mama can be angry two days and two nights..."
"Udah is important now you have to learn, here where can. There is nothing you can cook, wait for Helen to shop later in the afternoon she will come home, even if there is money. Come on!"
"If there's no way Mama's gonna ask you, Han..."
"That too. lazy ah, half my salary has been used for shopping this month. Herlina and Helny always run bea. The money I make buys food for everyone, their money just for them. Always that way. Come spiel..."
Half-fearful Holly climbed into her brother's matic motorcycle bonnet, and Hanie immediately gas shot down the path accompanied by the screams of mama Lisbeth...
"HANY... MAMA NEEDS YOU, COME BACK HEREIII..."
"Han..."
"Gak ahh. I also need my money..."
Said the youngest child is usually the most beloved and pampered, but Holly could not remember ever being treated like that by her brothers and parents. What was in his memory was their far different treatment.
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See Holly here....
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