The Circles of Life
Deprived

When my mother started her motorcycle, my father approached us.

"Zakiyah came home with my brother, he will be overheated" said papa to mama.

"Ask the same Zakiyah" replied mama cuek.

My hand was pulled straight towards the car without asking me if I wanted to go home with my dad or with my mom and mom.

I give up, but what can I do...?

☹️

*Car*.

Papa congratulated me while starting his car. Papa praised without looking at me. Hmm, maybe papa's focusing on driving.

"What prize? " ask papa while smiling.

"Mm, I want to...

rich plasticine has no pa... "

reply hopes.

"Don't want plasticine? Ask what school gifts? " dad explained again.

"Oh. kirain nawarin gift for me. 😓

he was given money. "

"How much? "

"One hundred and fifty thousand,, "

"What's the money doing? " ask papa again.

"I don't know, I just saved it. "I answered because I was confused as to what the money was for.

"Hmm, would you like to buy some meatballs? " ask papa glancing at me at a glance.

"Mauu." I replied with enthusiasm..

"But you bought papa yes...! Now you're the champion, you have to give alms"

"Hmm.. expensive meatballs don't pa? ntar my money abis... ⁇ ️" I feel affection for my money, I never hold this much money...

"No, cheap meatballs will not run out of your money. "persuade papa who makes me doubt because I also want to eat meatballs.

"Yes, "I agreed to papa's request, but it felt a little heavy.

"Okay, now we go to the meatball stall..? "

"Yes pa... "

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of a subscription meatball stall, *ya not subscription too anyway, buy meatballs aja very rarely*.

We went down and entered the meatball stall, not too crowded inside, only 2 tables filled, one table filled with two adult men, and then there were two tables filled, and the other was filled with a young couple.

We filled the back of the table, papa ordered a jumbo plug meatball noodles, and one glass of sweet iced tea. I ordered an original meatball and a glass of sweet iced tea. Mr. Tomi, the waiter who received our order then left our table after we finished ordering. He immediately headed for the meatball kitchen which was covered by a large storefront so that it could be seen from the outside and handed the order paper to the father in charge of processing the meatballs.

"Here the money." said the father thrust his hand in front of me, I reached into the pink backpack that I always carry when I go to school. The money is still in the envelope. When I was about to tear the envelope paper, papa grabbed it from my hand and folded it and put it in his pants pocket.

"It was one hundred and fifty thousand pa. "I am clear that my money was taken away.

"Yes, there will be a change" said papa.

A few minutes later, Mr. Tomi who was serving our order delivered food on order. My ordered meatballs and sweet iced tea were also placed in front of me, the smell was very bad, I immediately poured soy sauce and bottled sauces provided on each table. Then the meatballs ludes in a moment.

Mobilised

"Pa.. papa don't use my money what?" I was a little scared when I asked a lot of questions.

"Yes" replied papa cuek.

"So I saw papa with papa's money... "

papa just shut up, hmmm.maybe papa just kidding to use my money, maybe it will fit at home behind...

The trip was so short that I passed while looking at the housing and shop, my village is very beautiful..

I'm Zakiyah el Basya.

Born in Bukittinggi,27 January 20**

Bukittinggi is a very beautiful suburb, there are many housing and building buildings, but still beautiful and many greenery, for people who have long migrated to the big city there, the city, like my mama's best friend (aunty sari) must miss this kind of atmosphere...

Hopefully, my homeland is always maintained like this.😊

The distance from the meatball stall with my house is not too far, if you use a vehicle you think it only takes about 2 ten minutes less.

Arriving in front of the house, I went down to hug my backpack and I saw the mother's motorbike parked in the yard. After going down and closing the door I thought papa would park his car next to the house, but it turns out papa lowered the left car glass through the control button on the main door (driver door)

"papa go first yes" he said with a smile.

I was just stunned in silence looking at that car which was spinning direction and then lost eaten around the corner.

'Trus? my money? ' I snapped in my heart.

I walked towards the door of the house with an increasingly blurred vision because tears were gathering and had not yet formed a grain.

"Assalamualaikum" I said lethargic when I entered the house.

Look mama and mama who are playing with khair in the front room.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah. "said mama and mother who look ordinary, they are not worried about me, why should I worry? I went with my biological father, there's nothing to worry about.

I went in and walked in and wanted to go to the room. As I passed by my mother, mother and fervor, my steps were stopped by my mother's voice.

"do not saliman the same mother and mother? "

mama said while frowning her forehead.

"widiiih. mentang mentang champion, so arrogant." said mother joking with a smile.

I turned around and crucified my mother.

"cie cieee.. congratulations mother's son" mother then kissed my forehead.after that I kissed mama, while kissing mama's hand my cry was unbearable, sobs appeared and tears melted.

"Why mom's son...? " ask mama softly as her left hand goes to my chin and her right hand to my left cheek then raises my head face towards her.

"Uuu uuang kuuu, dii ii am ambbbil pp pa... "

I answered with a brick because I held back sobs..

"Astaghfirullaah al'azhiiim" said mama slowly and her face was clear.

"kan kaak, I had expected it, was pas zakiyah wanted to be taken I was prejudiced, but I did not want suuzhan, it turns out.

"Yes allaah... naaak... how can you...? " said mother while facing my body towards her. I was silent, I was tired of telling it, I was just crying.

"Benefit really less bang Ibrahim, he forced his son into the race, his son was tired tired, his money was robbed." grumbled mama.

"It really does not accuse people" added the mother facing the sky of the house sky, the mother looked furious.

"Udah udahh.. ikhlasin aja son.. if mama there is sustenance mama replace yaa...!? " persuade my mother to me. Then I was told to change clothes and eat, but I went to the room and went straight to bed. I'm still not sincere with my money that papa took.

'If papa comes home, I don't want to see his face. Anyway from now on I don't believe in papa! '

my heart still grumbled indistinctly.