The Poor Girl's
Tangle Pilu

Under the scorching sun, Elin walked with a smile on her face, clearly she was happy.

"Did Reyhan really have the same feelings as me?" inner Elin. His mind never disappeared from the incident at school when Reyhan asked him to be his girlfriend.

"It's all like a dream." Elin smiled but the smile began to recede

"But there's no way, if she had the same feelings, there's no way she's been indifferent to me all this time?" Elin remembered Reyhan's attitude that would behave like a friend if necessary, if not need to be indifferent.

"No. I can't hope. He couldn't be interested in me." Elin convinced herself not to be disappointed. He's sure Reyhan's famous handsome boy playboy at the school wouldn't possibly have feelings for him.

"What's the point of asking me to be his girlfriend?" Elin asked.

"It must be a joke. Yeah, it's just a joke." Inner Elin

The thought that had focused on the incident at the school had made Elin not realize her step had reached the front yard of her house.

Just as Elin's footsteps entered the door of the house, she heard a commotion from inside the house. Elin surprised. Feeling the commotion Elin accelerated his pace.

The closer Elin walked towards the commotion, Elin could catch what was going on, she did not continue her steps. He stopped right behind the door of the middle room.

At the place where Elin was standing vaguely Elin heard the sound of her mother's angry screams. True, yes right. Mom and dad had a fight.

"What is your responsibility!!"

"Where's my money!! Have you ever given me shopping money!! it never is!!"

"If it wasn't for your actions it wouldn't have been as difficult as it is today!!"

"return my gold!!" Divorce me, get tired of me living with you!!"

The voice was clearly heard in his ears, completely clear. Elin saw clearly the wrathful face of mother. The emotional mother said all that with a fiery and high tone. There is no more respect in my mother for my brother at this time. Whatisthis? what is the cause of your anger this time?

Elin was not surprised, indeed this often happened. This fight is already commonly seen. When my mother disagreed with me, every quarrel was always such harsh words coming out of my mouth, my mother was not like the mother Elin knew.

I don't know what's wrong this time that makes my mother back angry. After a few days in peace, this quarrel happened again. No, not a fight more precisely a commotion. Yeah, the commotion my own mother created. Because here you did not answer every harsh word that was thrown from your mouth, you just quietly bowed.

Quarrels will occur if both sides are equally unwilling to lose, but this is not a fight, this is a commotion. The commotion is based on the anger of my mother towards my brother. Mother is noisier, but you are just silently bowed. Elin concluded it was my mother who was looking for a commotion, she thought.

Continuing on the spot not intending to continue on, Elin continued to peek out from the door. A second later the mother was seen crying, the mother was crying her mouth was rumbling. Yes, my mother cried and continued to rumble indistinctly.

The cry deepened, clearly a cry of pain, regret, anger was visible in those eyes. Elin could not help but feel tightness in her chest, her heart ached at the sight before her eyes. His mother cried bitterly, while his brother bowed.

Bemoan. Is this suffering not enough? why this difficult life must be added to the quarrels that make their lives more miserable.

"Life is sad" said Elin.

A second later tears came down from those eyes, her tears just kept sliding, as her chest felt tight, very tight.

She was crying, her feelings were broken, unable to accept reality. The two people he loved fought again...

Elin sat still with a cry.

"It is not enough that the difficult economy is a burden to me, God please do not add to my burden," said Elin

"I can do it if my life is hard, but I can't see my parents fighting on and on."

"Please God, please forgive my parents, have mercy on those who have been hard-earned by the burdens of life." Elin's prayer in her tears.

In his heart Elin said many prayers, asking for peace from the owner of this life, that was all he could do. Hope to those who give life.

Although praying a lot did not make her cry subside, her tears fell. Continuing to flow profusely described the stifling sadness, his eyes closed and his heart breaking.

Still in tears Elin walked towards her room, arriving at the room Elin changed clothes while occasionally taking a breath trying to calm down. It was not easy for him to suppress this pain, trying hard to hold back the tears that would come back out. In fact, the tears came back to fall down.

A few minutes later, a call from my mother was heard.

"Elin whipped you in the room, sneak it in the cook." Mother said in a high tone sounded hoarse and heavy, clearly heard out crying.

"Yes, wait a minute." Quickly Elin wiped away her tears and hurriedly walked towards the exit of the room.

"There is no need to be reminded that you are Lin, you are already big. You should have understood what you were doing." Mother said in a slightly high tone sounding still holding anger.

"Yes, sorry." Elin answered quickly, unwilling to add to the problem.

After saying as soon as Elin continued her steps towards the kitchen, the first thing Elin would do was cook. It didn't take long, the rice was already on the dining table. Just white rice.

White rice without side dishes or vegetables, because there are no other foods that can make side dishes to eat rice. In this state Elin did not dare to ask for the shopping money.

It is common in this emotional state, mother will not give money to shop for side dishes.

If the word Mother 'later you will eat in the love of food, justin aja he ate white rice aja' sounds cruel, right? be stuck. Elin did not think at the age of this old brother why mak can be cruel to abah?

That only applies when mak is angry, he looks cruel when angry. The hate, the anger in those eyes. I don't know.what sin abah, so that mother can be as angry as that.

But if you are not fighting, you will return to being good like a wife.

Elin was still silently standing leaning on the edge of the dining table, her eyes staring blankly at the white rice on the table. The longer the glint in his eyes became clear, the glint settled at the end of the eye and finally the tears fell back down his cheeks. Again, he could not hold back those tears.