The Heart of Vania
Vania Kirana Larasati (Prologist)

My name, Vania Kirana Larasati, the person closest to me called me Nia. I'm the youngest of three sisters, all of whom are girls.

My first sister, Tisha Listyana Maharani, the prettiest among us, is also gentle and intelligent. No wonder I call him Dad's favorite because Dad always adores talking about him. In the eyes of Father, Sister Tisha is impeccable at all, different from my second brother who said Dad likes to snack and I who called like to rebel.

But the three of us are daughters whom Father and Mother love so much, we are the jewels of their hearts. Although from a simple family who live from the results of the grocery store in the market of a small town on the island of JW, the city is friendly and also comfortable.

My father's name is Aryasena and my mother's name is Asmarini. Dad has five sisters that I don't like very much. But there was a brother Dad who was familiar with us, commonly called Uncle Tino while his wife we greeted with Aunt Rima. Their marriage is very harmonious even though they have not been blessed by children at the age of marriage who stepped on 20 years. We automatically became beloved nieces and nephews and were considered like their own daughters. They rented a place next to our store to sell kilo snacks and other snacks. The snack I like the most is crispy chips.

Just Uncle Tino and Aunt Rima whom I respect from Daddy's extended family, other than that I consider only hypocritical humans. They thought we were one eye away just because we had a simple house, a patch of shops and a duck motorcycle. Not that Dad could not afford to be like those who had more wealth but he was concerned with the cost of education for the three of us. Father and Mother's greatest dream was to accompany us at graduation. Graduation is an academic achievement that they failed to achieve in the name of bucin, halah ...

Even though we are women and eventually end up in the kitchen after marriage, at least we can be independent and become a wife and mother who is not stupid, said Father. If I say anyway, so as not to be fooled by the husband later, hahahaha ...

On the contrary, the family from the Mother's side was truly mysterious. We never once heard anything about Mom's family. We tried asking Dad a few times, but Dad's answer was always the same.

"If you mind telling me, Dad's the same. Only you have the right to tell me because it's your family."

"Oh, I'm afraid of being scolded by Mom, aren't you?" accuse me of being upset.

"No, because I respect and love your mother too much" he replied.

"Ih, the answer from the beginning was just that. How come you can love that same mom?" ask Brother Litha.

"Hm ... Your mother is fierce. But it was his sacrifice for Dad that made me love your mother so much. May you have a husband like Father, who loves you wholeheartedly unconditionally."

"Bcr ... Narcissistic father! ... But what sacrifice?" manyaku.

"Ck. Kids want to know about their parents' business. You just need to know that you were born in this world because of our sacred love."

He hugged and kissed the heads of the three of us. I can feel the love and affection of Father so great on us.

"Dad not fun!" I sulked at Dad, then pulled my sister's hand, "Sister Tisha just shut up, help her cake," I told her, who just smiled.

"Ngapain? How many times have you asked Dad's answer remained the same. Later still SD kepo parenting, later your face will get old because of precocious, hahaha ..." replied Tisha chuckled.

I scowled angrily because Brother Tisha always sided with Dad. Fortunately I still have a sister who is a frequency with me, so after separating from Dad and Mom's room, I prefer one room with Litha Brother rather than Tisha's sister. Understandably, our simple house only has three bedrooms, one living room, one living room that is often used for chatting together and a kitchen and bathroom.

"Sister, I'm so curious why we can't get to know Mom's family. It's possible that Mom was a rich kid who ran away from an arranged marriage because she chose a father who was just a merchant in the market" I whispered to my second brother.

"Stop your imagination! Even if it is true, it has no effect on us. Although only a trader in the market but Dad is the best Dad in the world."

My second sister, Navia Litha Sarasvati, is a well-mannered woman who has high empathy, is also loving, a little fierce and good at camouflage. I said he was good at camouflage because Brother Litha, his nickname, was so good at covering up his true feelings.

She is not as beautiful as Kak Tisha, her skin tone is darkest among us, but once she is the most overwhelmed Dad dispels male friends who always want to approach her. While my skin is very white, not pale yes, but as white as snow hahahaha .... Even though I was basking in the hot sun my skin would not change in the slightest. Fortunately my hair is black, otherwise I would have expected Albino.

This strange skin I got from Mom as well as my eyes. I should have been similar to a beautiful Mother because I inherited her skin type and eyes but in fact it was Kak Litha who was plek-plex similar to Mother, the difference was only in skin color. Aih .. I became jealous of my brother. But why also Dad often rent if there is a boyfriend who visits play or group work to the house when they are only T-E-M-A-N.

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Drizzle accompanied Dad's funeral that afternoon. Our first love has passed away leaving all his heirs on earth. My cry was loudest among all, while Mother just silently stared blankly at Father's tombstone.

At times like this I dreamt that I only had one older brother, at least we're not this relaxed and at least we're still confident of raising our faces after losing Dad because there's still someone protecting us.

In addition to losing Father, we also lost half Sister Tisha. I call it half-lost because the body exists but the soul does not exist, aka ODGJ, People With Mental Disorders. The disturbance got worse after being told that Dad had died. He laughed, cried but was most pensive, until I wondered what ODGJ thought, if still pensively silent.

Sadly, my mother was diagnosed with bone cancer a few weeks after my father was buried. Our financial condition also declined drastically from simple to poor, eh meaning, hahahaha ....

The motor, the shop, the house, slowly run out for the cost of daily living, the treatment of Kak Tisha and Mother. Although aided by Aunty and Uncle who sell snacks is still not enough. Until finally we stayed hitchhiking at Uncle and Aunt's house and soon Uncle decided to work in the Capital.

"Uncle sure, all the way to the Capital just to be a maid?" ask Brother Litha.

"This is no ordinary maid, Tha. It's a famous family helper– the owner of a very large company and Uncle only takes care of the back of the house. The friend said the back of Uncle covered the garden, garden and small farm. The salary is big, Tha."

"His salary is great but freedom has none" I jelly with eyes that can not be separated from the TV.

"It!"

Brother Litha shouted at me while I was just expressing my opinion. Now I'm right, already Junior High even though it is still first class anyway, hihihi ....

"Just leave him, Tha." Uncle glanced at me, then looked at Brother Litha back, "Your aunt has agreed to it, only your mother lives. Uncle please persuade your mother to allow Uncle to work there?"

"Why should I have permission, it should be enough Auntie, right? I'm just Brother-in-law Uncle." I said as I went to the kitchen to get some drinking water.

"Because now your mother is the most reared in this family" said Aunt Ketus.

"Auntie! Where's my chips?"

I was so upset that my favorite chips in the jar were not left out, but it was still full this morning.

"Sorry Nia. It was me and Leon that spent it this afternoon."

"Yahoo!!!"

Yeah, just Brother Leon, the boy you accepted as a friend, you know why? Because Kak Leon is the race partner Kak Litha represents their school. My sane brother was crazy about the race, the cup was lined up in the cupboard and Dad was so proud every time he looked at the cupboard. All kinds of competitions followed even the race Augustusan 17 was never absent. One more thing, the reason Dad accepted Brother Leon to play at home, because I'm sure Brother Leon will not touch physical Brother Litha in the slightest, how can you? Yes, because it threatened Dad, hahahaha ...

Then what about Dad's attitude with my boy friend or Tisha's sister? Same. However, I always protested and asked for a reasonable reason not just an answer 'want to protect', yes, but that doesn't mean it's like locking up in a cage, does it? Unlike Tisha's sister who was very obedient, 100% obeyed all the words of Father. Is he tired of living a monotonous life?

"Life is never flat, Sista." I said to Tisha as she rebuked me not to argue with Dad.

Yeah, life isn't always flat ...

As if my words were secured by an angel passing by. Now my life, the lives of my two brothers, the lives of my parents and the lives of my Uncle and Aunt were not as flat as before, not as happy as before. Like a ship hit by a storm raging in the middle of the ocean. The great tide sank our hopes, the support masts of our ships and all the supplies that sustain our lives. The storm was not short and still ongoing, with great difficulty we continued to hang on the lifeboats looking for land to lean on.

This is where my story begins, when I start to climb a time that people think is the most beautiful time– High School. That's what they think, what about me?

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