The Shadow Of Love
Storm Same Father

I could only cry in my room. Again the Father actually scolded me because I work, even though from the results of my work that Mother can buy Mr. cigarettes. But how else. You are always stubborn and selfish. I don't know what makes you fall in love with a man like you. 

If I could choose, I would prefer Mom to part with you. Than to have an irresponsible husband like him. However, I can't possibly force Mom to leave you, can I? 

The sadness of being scolded by my father makes me want to tell someone. Someone I love, a man who's busy pitting his luck in the Capital City.

I moved from the old mattress that became my place to rest my body from fatigue. I reached for the phone on the table, then returned to lay down on the mattress with a prone position while playing mobile phone to contact my lover. 

Yeah, I already have a lover. For almost a year we established a long distance relationship to collect rupiah coffers. He said, if the money is enough, he'll propose to me soon. 

During that one year we only met four times. And even with a fairly short time. Every time he came home, he only gave us one Sunday to spend time together. 

"Argh! It's always like this. Every time I need, he's never there." I grumbled in annoyance that my call had not been answered by him.

It was getting late before going to bed I decided to take a shower first. My body already smells sour from the sweat of the work earlier. Finished cleaning myself, it turns out my stomach even rumbling. This is all because last night had not eaten dinner because coming home from work directly sprayed with scolding Father. 

"So soon, where good to eat rice, what else the side dish must have been stale. I cook from the morning" I murmured. 

I also decided to make instant noodles as a hunger booster. While waiting for the noodles to mature, I also surfed in cyberspace using my phone. 

When I was busy surfing on the blue F logo app, a short message came back in. Curious, I opened it. 

"Not slept?" My eyebrows are linked when reading a message from a foreign number that sent the message. 

Not finished with my curiosity about who the person who sent me the message, a message back in that automatically read by me. "Udah night, it's not good girls stay up late. The beauty will diminish, you know!" 

"Gee! So strange. I knew him" I murmured, deciding not to respond to the message. "Jeez, my instant noodles!" I screamed when I suddenly remembered that I was cooking that instant food. 

When I saw the instant noodles were already in a state of mind because it was too cooked. I had to eat that noodle instead of having to sleep hungry. 

After eating, I immediately washed the dirty bowl of my former meal. Before going to the room, I took the time to drink water first. The late night finally made me fall asleep after eating a bowl of instant noodles benyek I made. 

The next day I woke up after the dawn. As soon as my eyes opened, I immediately ran to the bathroom to clean myself and ablaze. 

I also performed the two rakaat obligatory prayers solemnly. I also prayed to the almighty. Once done, I checked my phone which turned out to be a lot of missed calls from two different numbers, one of which was my beloved Farid– number. 

I ordered a short message to him. "What's wrong? I just prayed dawn." 

Not long after the reply from him came in. "Last night the phone was what, who?" 

"There's nothing. Forget it!" reply me, who already did not want to discuss last night's problems.

"Now, anyway!" he said again, maybe he was upset there. 

"You work there! Misadventure. I want to go to school, too." I ended the message with him. 

"Okay, love you, baby!" He replied again, but I didn't respond. 

I put my phone back on the table next to my school bag. Not wanting to be late for school, I immediately rushed into the scout uniform because today was Saturday. 

"Breakfast first, Shay!" mother's orders were of course directly carried out.

"Want me help you first?" ask my mother for fear if she is late to leave the trade. 

"Can. Lift and drain the fry, yes." 

I looked towards the frying pan that was still used for frying tempeh. I set my feet to get closer to the frying pan, then raised the various fried foods that are ripe. 

"Here you go, is this all, Mom? Or do you want to fry again?" ask me Mom. 

"Already, Yes. If fry again hunt later in the day," replied Mother who was getting nervous.

Mother walked in a hurry to bring her merchandise to be tidied up to the bicycle that had been given a basket in the boncan. In a hurry, Mom almost fell down. Lucky I immediately caught it and took over the basket containing rice wrapper merchandise Mother. 

 "Let the neat Tasya go to the basket, ma'am. I'm getting ready first" I said, taking over Mom's job. 

Mother nodded in agreement, the old woman who gave birth to me eighteen years ago rushed into the room to change clothes. As soon as I go directly to the home page–where my bike is parked. 

When I was putting one by one rice wrap into the basket, there was a faint noise from inside the house. Worried about anything happening to Mom, I ran in. 

"I told you last night, my cigarette's gone. Why haven't they been bought yet?" ask Mom with a snarl. 

"I forgot, Sir. My body is also not well," replied Mother with her voice that began to shake. 

As usual, every fight with my father, I always cry. I don't know what makes you so loving a man like him. Since I was a child, my father rarely worked. 

"Yes already. Buy it now!" father's orders accompanied by his sharp eyes. 

"Which stalls are open, sir?" ask Mom scared. 

"I don't care. The important thing is I want that cigarette on the table before I finish my bath!" yelled at Mom's ear. 

I saw Mom close her eyes as you spoke in a high tone. I know, Mom's heart must have hurt because of Dad's attitude. However, I have repeatedly asked Mom, why continue to survive if the more painful days. Mother's answer is only because I feel sorry for you. If you think with logic, it makes no sense at all. 

"Later, yes, sir. I want to sell first, afraid that the more noon the customer has bought breakfast elsewhere," replied Mother in a soft tone. 

He began to raise his hand, preparing to slap Mom with his big hand. Not wanting Mom to feel her pain being slapped by Father, I ran over to them. I made myself a shield to protect Mother from the harshness of Father's attitude. This man's hand in front of me was floating in the air. 

"Enough, Sir! If you want a cigarette, why not buy it yourself?" I asked with my eyes piercing towards him, there was not the slightest fear in my soul of the Father's attitude, for I had often felt the harshness of the cowardly man's slap. 

"Tasya, no, son! Your father will leave the house." Mom whispered behind me, I knew my mother was crying because of my father's behavior. 

"Just let it go, Mom. Let him go to his children's house from his first wife. We'll see if we can live with them?" Boldly, I challenge you not to act as you please. 

"Based on a brat!" 

Finally, again I felt the pain of the slap of the Father. But, I have no regrets at all. I held my cheek that felt numb from her slap. Netraku also stared fiercely at the man who should be the protector of the family, it became a scary monster for his wife and children.