The Struggle of a Child
My Activities at Home
After a short while, we played.The voice, heard from outside called my name.
"Liyan!"call a woman from outside my friend's house.
Hearing the call, I rushed home.
"Sir, I'm not going home yet."I say goodbye to my friend too.
"So, we play again, brother!"
I smiled as I left those who were still playing with excitement and laughter.
That voice, I keep hearing it. Call my name until I come in front of him. That woman is none other than my own mother. Calling my name because it looks like it's late afternoon.
I, too, obeyed his orders. As a mother, who had been willing to sacrifice her soul and body to take care of us.Although, my father's marriage to her happened because of a trap.
I looked at him and kept quiet in front of him, walking towards my house and doing what I should do.
"Liyan, you have to take a shower now, yes!"we also walked with each other.
"Yes, Mom."I answered by lowering my head.
Like, my usual father who was always endowed with duty. He has done his duty to collect our bath water.
Like, usual before he goes to work pulling a rickshaw. He had everything we needed after he left.
He never wanted to incriminate anyone, including my own contact mother. Besides, he was firm and looked cruel. But, he had a great sense of understanding for the people around him. He was so, so appreciative of the energy of others who were, roughly, burdensome and exhausting to do.
"Liyan, try to see if the bathwater is on your father's bucket?" Ask my contact mother. I looked at me standing at the kitchen door.
"She's Mom, that's it."While looking at his face.
"Yes already, take off there!"
He immediately rushed to leave me. The guest room is not so big, there is no sofa. Only, there was one chair and one dining table made of wood. As my father's place to eat.
My dad if it's breakfast, afternoon and evening there. Although, he rarely ate breakfast because the time was not much.
Me too, the shower is now finished.
"Liyan."
"She's Mom."
"Don't forget!"
"Don't forget?"With full question marks I digest my mother's words.
"Indeed, something was given to me, I'm telling you not to forget."
I kept remembering the word "don't forget" while drying my body and hair.
"Mom, don't forget what?!"I also ventured to ask that question again.
I haven't been so close to him. Although, all this time we've been living at home.Sometimes, she's been so nice to me. If only, I'd seen it between me and my sister. He was just, close to me. If it's my brother, he's not so, close because of my brother's very jutek nature.
My sister never wanted to think of her as her mother. Every, my mother-in-law told my sister. Calling her "Mother" my sister always said that, My mom's dead and you're not my mom. That's what my sister used to say.
So, after that incident, she didn't like my sister very much.
Meanwhile, I myself never care about anything. Impressed I'm more cuey.Because I'm the cuey. He would rather be close to me.
"Yes, don't forget that. If, tonight you're teaching your father."
"Yes, Mom."
Hearing my mother's words reminding me. Naturally, I obeyed him. Because for my father if I disobey no one. Moreover, my mother connected me in a good way. He could be furious at seeing his son so, dissident.
It didn't feel like it was almost half an hour. I waited for my father.Through the closet located across. As, the divider between my living room.
Meanwhile, my spoiled sister. He doesn't look at home.
I was in my room. Suddenly, hearing a coughing sound from outside.
"Ha, looks like it's my dad?!"
I immediately rushed to look out of the house.
"Liyan!"Call Mom to get me from the living room.
I who heard his call came straight to him.
"Yes, Mom!"While walking quickly.
"This is your father home."
"Liyan, have you taken a shower, son?"Go inside the house and open his shoes. Then, the shoes he neatly arranged. Right next to the door.
"It's Dad."I answered who was standing next to my father.
"Dad, why did you come home so soon?"I looked at my father sharply with question marks.
"She kid, today the rent's quiet." My father, too, went straight into his room that was so cool.
Yeah, my dad's room feels so cool and cool. When, I once went into his room to look for a picture of my mother.
But, if my father finds out I'm in his room. Looking for a picture of my mom, she must be angry. Because he had reminded me. No one ever goes into her room, if she knows I'm in and looking for a photo. Finish me off, 'cause he doesn't like that, his closet's scattered.
Because, a picture of my mother she kept in her wardrobe. Right under her clothes.
"Liyan."
"Yes, Dad."
"You get ready, boy! Let's teach." Then, my father disappeared and went to the bathroom to clean up the inside, there was a well.
After the Maghrib. I too, began to prepare to teach with my beloved father.Ku title mats teach me. After, finish my title. I then, took I'ROQ from inside the closet and took a clean pillow. As, my I'ROQ base because I don't have one yet, Rekal. Then, I prepared all my needs.
Meanwhile, from the room. Still heard the voice of my father who was reading the chants of the holy verses of the Quran.
My father rarely prayed Maghrib in the Masjid because the distance from our house to the Mosque was very far.In addition, he had to pursue time to teach me.
"Liyan, come quickly here we teach !"
I too, immediately sat beside my father.I opened my I'ROQ sheet while reading ta'awudz by chanting letter by letter from my small lips.
Besides, that too. My father never forgot his loyal friend, whom he always brought. When, teach me to teach.That is, nothing but a belt. A lid and sometimes a small wood or rattan.
Each time. If only, I didn't read the letters seriously. He must have hit his belt. But, not to my body but to the floor. As, a bluff for me that was never serious.
But I don't know, either. What's on his mind? Feeling terrified that the belt would touch my tiny body.
"Today you have to be serious! Don't mess around like last night."
"I, he's Dad."I nervously answered.
Tonight I am happy.I can call the letters one by one smoothly and without snapping the belt.
"Thank God, you've done well, son, tonight."My father's face immediately sparkled while looking at me.
I don't answer my father's words. In response, I gave my father a smile.
Seriate......