The Shadow Of Love
Want to Get Out of the Shackles

"No! I don't want to be betrothed!" I completely rejected your plan. 

"You want to be a bad boy, Tasya!" sniffed the Father in a high tone. 

I was not at all afraid to see the Father who arrogantly said I was an ungodly child. "Tasya is the son of Father. But all this time everything that should be the duty of the Father, all Tasya fulfilled itself. You have no right to make a choice in Tasya's life!" 

"Dare to argue with you!" You raise your voice. His right hand was raised, about to slap me. But again, I am not afraid in the least. 

"Does you want to slap Tasya?" ask me bravely. "Please. If necessary, just end Tasya's life!" my challenge to Father. 

Finding my attitude getting bolder, Father began to burn emotions. The man whose hair had turned white slapped me hard. 

That hard slap even made me almost fall. I was lucky to be able to keep up with my body load. 

"Satisfied, Sir? Are you satisfied?" ask him with eyes of hatred. 

"Basically the child does not know himself!" He cursed me with harsh words. Not wanting the atmosphere to warm up, I immediately got up and ran towards the room. 

When I was in my room, I straightened up my clothes and put them in my suitcase. Although tight due to the harsh words of the Father, but my eyes did not emit clear crystals at all. Maybe because my hatred for her was getting ingrained made it hard for me to cry. 

After cleaning my clothes and personal belongings into the suitcase, I reached for my phone lying on the bed. Soon I'll call someone I'm going to take refuge in. 

It didn't take long. New first ring call directly connected. There was the voice of a woman who had been my most comfortable place since childhood. 

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask her with her slightly deflated voice. 

"Mr. Tasya wants to go to Jambi again" I said without further ado. 

"Loh, why? There hasn't been a month." 

"I want to stay there forever!" 

"Is there a problem?" tanyanya. 

"I don't want to be betrothed, Ma'am! You want to mate me with someone I don't know at all," I said impassively. 

"Oh Allah, Father, why do it again!" It sounded Retno said that in a frustrated tone. It seems like he was the same as me, fed up with the attitude of the Father who always arbitrarily. 

"Yes already. Plan to leave when?" ask Retno. 

"Later tonight." 

"Are you serious? Did you say the same to Mom?" 

"Later I say," I replied simply. 

"OKAY. Keep on reporting, yes!" 

The phone call ended after our conversation was over. I immediately cleaned myself up intending to visit someone before I left for the opposite island. 

I came out of the room after being tidy with my clothes. When I left the house, no one saw it. Immediately ignite the motor and drive it to the place I want to go. 

A few moments later, I arrived at a minimalist house that looked lonely. I immediately got off the motor after parking the matic vehicle under a guava tree. 

"Maybe you're in a stall" I said, staring at a stall not far from the house. 

I put my foot into the shop. When it got closer, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the stall was indeed open. That means, Mom was there. 

"Assynnya!" I cried when I entered the stall. 

"Waalaikum salam." Some people inside answered my greetings. They looked at me with puzzled looks, while mother always greeted me with a warm smile. 

"Mom," I said kindly. 

I also directly obey. Step closer to the mother who is serving some buyers. 

"Bu Siska, who is this?" ask one of the buyers while looking at me. 

"He's his risqi girlfriend, Mel." Mother introduced me as Risqi's lover. 

"Oah. Poor you, Nduk! The strong, yes. Risqi must be so happy to have a boyfriend like you. Even though he is dead, you still remember his mother," said the buyer earlier. 

"Hm. Yes, Buk," I replied politely. 

"Tasya sit there first, son. I make tea first," said Mother very gently and attentively. 

"Yes, ma'am," I answered briefly, then stepped toward the place appointed by Mother. 

My gaze went around, looking at every corner of this stall. I still make the decision to stay in this city as Kak Risqi requests to look after Mom or go far to escape from the shackles of Father. 

"Yes!" call my mother who is already near me. 

"Eh, Mommy." 

Mother put warm tea on the table, then looked at me which instantly forced the seedlings to smile. It seems like I'm sensitive to my feelings right now. 

"Is there a problem?" Without further ado, Mom asked. 

I nodded small with teary eyes. "There's something Tasya wants to talk to mom about" I said hesitantly.

"What did you say, Sya?" ask Mother. 

"Tasya wants permission from Mom. Later that night Tasya will go to Jambi," I said with great difficulty. 

From her expression, I look surprised. "Jambi? That's the opposite island, isn't it?" ask Mom to make sure. 

"Yes, Mom." 

"Why do I have to go there, Shay?" ask Mom in a sad tone. 

"Tasya wants to live independently, Mom. Here, Tasya has never felt the peace of life" I told Mother. 

"You mean?" ask Mom wonder. Naturally, that woman must not know how the ins and outs of my family. 

"Tasya wants to get out of the shackles of the Father, Mom. Please allow Tasya to leave, yes," I asked expectantly. 

Mom looked at me. Maybe he was disappointed in the decision I was going to make. 

"Mother just relax. Tasya will often visit if you return to Java again," I said trying to convince Mother. 

Mom grabbed my right hand, then rubbed it gently. "Mom's so glad you could love Mom so deeply. Mother also cannot forbid you to leave" he said in a sad tone. 

Hearing Mom's words, I was also sad. But I have no other choice. I'm so sick of the attitude of the Father who wants to win by himself. 

"Sorry, yes, Mom. I'm sorry that Tasya let Mom down" I said regretfully. 

Although sad and worried, but I do not want to change the decision I have taken. If not this way, you will never change forever. 

"It's okay, Shay. I understand," said Mother who instantly made my heart goosebumps. 

Actually I can't bear it, but I also can't accept the decision that you take unilaterally. I am afraid that the choice of the Father is not far from the nature and character of the Father. Having an irresponsible father has made my life suffer since childhood. What if I also have a husband like him. I don't want my children to suffer like I do. 

"Thank you, Mom. Tasya said goodbye first, yes," I said with a heavy heart. 

"You be careful, yes. Don't forget Mom, yes," asked Mom with tears shed from her two wrinkled eyes.