The Shadow Of Love
Izin

I live with biological parents, but I feel like a stepson. My mother and father always hurt my heart. The debate between me and Mom was going on, and I ended up spending my savings on Mom. 

Really, if I could choose I wouldn't want to live with this kind of family. They are more concerned with the material than with the child's own feelings. If my friends out there are having fun, different from me who actually have to fight desperately. 

Being at home finally made me decide to go to work. At least in that place I don't feel depressed. 

If work usually reduces the saturation and sadness in my heart, not for now. The mood of my heart that was in turmoil turned out to have a bad impact on my work. 

There was one customer who was angry because I was negligent in serving him. It certainly made my boss scold me as well. 

"Where can that be, anyway, Shay! You worked here a long time, you know!" 

"Sorry, Boss. I was completely unfocused" I apologized to my superiors. 

"Don't repeat, yes, I don't want customers to complain anymore because there is hair in the food." 

"Yes, Boss. I'll be even more thorough," I'm full of regret. 

From then on, I started to focus on working. I no longer want to think about the things that make me mess up. 

*****

Tonight Risqi came to the house unannounced. He said he wanted to invite me to watch a famous band concert in the town square. 

To be honest I really wanted to come, but you definitely wouldn't allow it. Ever since I knew that my relationship with Farid was over, you have been banning me for unreasonable reasons. 

"I can't get out, brother. I told you I can't leave the house" I said in a disappointed tone. 

"Where's the father?" ask Risqi who is now down from the bike. "Let the brother ask permission to the Father" he said without hesitation. 

"No need, brother. Later I even get angry brother." I forbid Kak Risqi to see the Father because I do not want Kak Risqi to be cursed by my Father. 

"It's okay, dong! You have to dare to ask permission. The time to ask permission to watch a concert is not brave. How later ask permission for your marriage," he said, which again I consider as a joke. 

Risqi got off the bike, then walked towards my house without waiting for my approval. Not wanting anything bad to happen to her, I followed Risqi in the back. 

"Assynnya!" 

"Waalaikum salam." The mother replied, the old woman came out of the house. 

"Mother, how are you?" greet Brother Risqi without awkwardness. He even kissed the back of Mom's hand. 

"Good mother's news. You are …." 

"I'm Risqi, Mom. Mom's son-in-law's candidate." Brother Risqi actually introduced himself as my candidate. 

"Loh, this Risqi boy, anyway! I just saw you, son. In fact, you have often loved souvenirs," Mother replied kindly. 

"He-he, yes, Mom. Tasya never get it if I want to meet the future-in-law." She complained to my mother as if she was already very close to Mom. 

"Oh, yes, Mom. Which father?" ask Risqi. 

"Mr is in the room, why, son?"

"Risqi wants permission to take Tasya, ma'am." 

"Where?" ask Mom curious. 

"Watch a concert at Kajen Square, Mom." 

"Oh. Yes, I'm leaving!" My mother told me to leave without my permission. 

"No, Ma. Risqi wants to see you first," Kak Risqi politely declined. 

"Yes already. Mother call you first, yes," said Mother, then waltzed into the house. 

"So, why did you say that you're Mom's daughter-in-law's sister?" just ask me to memotes Kak Risqi's words earlier. 

"And the reality is that, Dek," he answered casually. 

When I was about to protest again, Mom and Dad were already out hunting. I had to lock my mouth tightly. 

The gaze of the Father on Brother Risqi showed an aura of dislike. I was well aware of the behavior of the man whose head was filled with gray hair. However, when I glanced at Brother Risqi, she looked undaunted by the gaze of the Father on her. 

"What's wrong?" ask the Father in a flat tone. 

"Sir, I would like to invite Tasya to a concert. What can?" asked Risqi without further ado. It seems that Risqi also understands the character of my Father who does not like pleasantries. 

"What do you do to see a concert? Find commotion?" He asked with sarcasm. 

"No, Sir. We're just gonna watch it on the sidelines, all right!" 

"Are you sure you can take care of my son?" 

"Remain, sir," replied Risqi without hesitation. 

"Sister Risqi can take care of me a thousand times better than you can keep me, sir" I said without looking at the old man. You must have been annoyed at my words just now. 

"Tasya!" reprimand Brother Risqi whispered in my ear. 

I just rotated both balls of my eyes. From my father's expression, I knew we couldn't possibly be granted permission by him. 

"Mom, get Tasya inside!" You ordered my mother to take me away. 

"Sir!" irked me. 

"Lake in!" snapped the Father with glaring eyes.