The Unwanted Family
Chapter 1 (Meeting)

In 1988, the beginning of the meeting of my father and mother, my mother was visiting my aunt's house happened to be her house one village with my father, the beginning they met when papasan on the street, and the, my mother was riding a bicycle passing by my father who was riding his motorcycle.

Just like when two people are destined to be a match, a feeling from my father can be said to be love at first sight.

Although my mother often visited my aunt's house but rarely or can be said to have never met my father, on the street or elsewhere because the father often migrated to Jakarta.

Long story short they already know each other, and they often chat until the father ventured to propose to mother, my father's proposal was well received by the mother's family, and the mother's family, although the father often wander but can be said to be the father of a family that is quite in the village, understandably in that year can still be counted fingers that have a motor.

The day of the wedding of father and mother arrived, like marriage in general in the village, household life began to continue, a year later I was born.

"Am I dashing like a father, ma'am?"

"Look at her lips like a mother"

After a few years of my birth father gradually began to return his hobby, yes, gambling.

From here the family life that began to be peaceful, slowly began to arise disputes.

I often come home late at night, and rarely give money to my mother, arguing that the results of work have not been given, my mother is just an ordinary housewife, but has sewing skills, she said, to cover the daily needs of the results of the mother sewing, to buy milk for me, rice, other household needs, willing to rely on money from the father as impossible.

Mother is sick, daily needs continue to run in such conditions the mother can not sew, the morning with a limp body and a cough that is so hard, so, I ventured to ask my father for money.

"Sir, the rice has run out of milk for farid also runs out, the mother asks for money to buy daily necessities" with coughing into motherhood while stammering talking

"The money goes on, the money goes on, indeed the money I loved yesterday is up" with a sharp look and a high tone of father speaking to mother.

"Already sir, I gave to my mother a week ago"

"Sorry sir, but it's out to buy the needs of the house, even then I still help with the results of the mother sewing".

"There's no money, yesterday's crop is up"

"where sir, that's the plan to make our savings to the next harvest"

"Not played gambling yesterday"

"Astaghfirullah" mother in tears

"You're the same your son wants to eat what it's none of my business"

"In this case, I want to go home to my parents, you are no longer responsible for your obligations" mother continued to cry staring at father

"Plaaakkkkk" a hard slap landed on the cheek that was soaked by tears.

"Once more talk like that, I kill you" with a stare of father's stare.

I am four years old, can only join in crying watching the new events I saw at my age that still do not understand anything.

"Darrrr" the father closed the door, tightly locking us from the outside

"Mother....Mothers...Mother.." kept and repeated that word that came out of my mouth.

Mom kept crying in the chair after getting a slap from dad, kept crying while hugging me.