The Circles of Life
Almost Dead

At the school gate, everyone looked at me, I was ashamed, probably because I was a new student.

mamapun gave me a box of supplies, and my bag that had been held earlier, I shook my hand to kiss my mother's hand, then one of the teachers came to me, he invited me to a new class....

well, there are a lot of friends whose bodies are bigger than me, there are also smaller ones, if according to age, I am the smallest student in this school, but I wasn't accompanied by a parent like the others, they cried when their parents came home, but I understand, my mom has to work.

Miss Emi, my homeroom teacher asked her about me, she's nice, she's smiling, I love mom. Emi.. 😊

some of the questions I answered as is, starting from the full name, the name of the parents, the place of residence, likes and others, but when mom. Emi asks what is her job?

I kept quiet, not knowing what to answer.

Again, ma'am. Emi asked, "what is the job of her father zakiyah? "

I honestly "don't know mom. "hufft, which is true, I don't know papa's job, why didn't I ask you.

The first day of school passed smoothly, without any naughty, I waited for my mother to pick me up at the school gate, long ago.

"Zakiyah Belom is picked up? "

the voice came from behind and I turned towards the voice, where I met Mom. Yas (head of school), he wears a thick jacket and tote a small bag.

"Not yet ma'am, the most momentary" I replied patiently, when it felt like I could not bear to wait anymore.

"Mother is also waiting for an invitation, usually the mother is picked up by the mother's husband. "

Bu . Yas pulled out two pieces of cheese bread from the small bag he was carrying and thrusting at me one of them.

"do you want bread? " ask mom. Yas with a smile.

"don't ma'am" I replied ashamed of the cat.

"let's just take it, don't be shy, you're your parents at school, take it! "

I also received the bread, "thank you ma'am.. "

"yes. same thing"

shortly after, I saw a thin-bodied woman with long black hair walking over.

"mom, that's my mama! I'm going home first, ma'am"

I kissed mom's hand. Yas then ran towards the mama who wanted to approach and hugged the mama, from the vibrancy of the mama a little soft yell to the mother. Yas

"go home first, thank you"

"iyaa"sahut mom. Yas is also gentle.

mom took my hand and we walked home.

"mom! ma'am. Yas was so good, he was with me waiting for my mom and gave me cheese bread, it was so good, he said he himself made it. "

I told my mom.

"oh yeah? has he? you said thank you? "

"say exactly. "

in addition to taking good care, my mother also educated me to be a polite child.Mama also taught me to be a neat child.

"every time you go home from school, put your shoes on this brak"mama's orders when you get to the front of the house. After entering the house, mama also told me to change clothes, wash my hands and remove the contents of the bag, then arranged neatly, the bag must be attached behind the door, clothes should not be scattered, after which I was told to eat.

mama led me to read the prayer will eat because I have not memorized the prayer.after that mama continued sewing.

after eating, I went to my mother's room and saw that there was a papa and a khair inside, I was not surprised because papa did not have a clear schedule, but I wondered why there was a khair. I went out of the room again and asked my mom, "ma, how are you feeling at home? when did mom pick him up? aren't we going to pick up the chair this afternoon? "

"this morning the mother who delivered the khair here because she cried for home" explained mom.

'well.. whereas I want to meet my inner mother.

I went back to my mother's room, I lay beside my father, I looked at his face, and somehow my tears just dripped.

I always remember what happened when he hit my mom, slapped my mom, locked up my mom, and so on.

it was not me who was tortured, but I also felt his pain from childhood.

'oh papa, if you're like my friend's dad, I wipe my tears and get out of bed.

in the corner of the room, I saw a papa backpack, very slum, next to it there is a mosquito spray, for whatever reason, even though this house is rarely mosquito, because the house is very clean and the yard is clean. my mom is good at home.

23:00 hours

I woke up from my sleep because of the loud scream of my mother, I woke up, the fear also often saw the incidence of violence in this household.

Khair and I ran out of our room to my mother's room, and in front of my mother's door I knocked crying, and so did my hair.

"Pa.. have pa... do not what mama.. "

"oh. "paaa...! "

😭😭,, khair also crying calling mama..

from inside the voice of mama was heard, "zakiyah.. khair. please mama..! mom wants to kill papa...! " after that mama could not speak, there was also the sound of several blows that must have landed on the body of the mother...

I and Khair could not do anything, at that time I was 4 years old and Khair was 3 years old. We could only cry banging on the door.

after some time, papa finally came out of the room, me and Khair dragged into our room, "already, sleep! your mama doesn't do anything" he said without any guilt.

I gave up and finally went to sleep because it was already night time, but several times I woke up because the heat was not also sleeping, he was still crying, but nothing calmed him.I tried to sleep alone, I tried to sleep, because if I get close I'm sure she'll cry even more.

in the morning, my mother woke me up,

"zakiyah doesn't have to go to school today..! " mama didn't explain why I shouldn't go to school.mama's eyes were red, her body was bruised, she looked at the angel's face, and she hugged me, we cried in our arms.

"mama last night flanked? "

mama didn't answer, mama kept crying.

" ma, last night the long-time chair did not sleep, she cried for a long time. "

mama looked at the hair and hugged her body while crying, mama then enveloped the body of the hair, and invited me to the mama room.we sat on the couch mama. mama's room was a mess, in the room there was no papa. maybe he's gone, I thought.

Mama started talking, her sobs are still being heard.

"Zakiyah, if one day mama died because of papa's murder, you ask khair run to grandma's house...! you report to grandma"

"mama don't say that. I don't want you to die, you can't die..."

"you know? last night my mom almost died because of her."