The Unwanted Family
Chapter 2 (Tear Break)
After that incident always traumatized me every time I saw my father, just imagine with the age of toddler I saw a scene that should never happen to any family.
It is my hope for the last, I want the father as before, but it is just wishful thinking, the same thing I keep seeing.
On a quiet night I woke up to the sound of my father's motorbike, from a distance was heard.
"Dok.dok.dokkkk" the loud sound of the door in the gedor.
Mom rushes out of her sleep, to open the door.
"You're the wife of her job just sleep" daddy's hard drive to mom.
"Sorry sir, the mother from earlier waited for the father to come home, the mother overslept.
Dad's hand immediately grabbed mom.
"if the husband says see, don't bow"
"Also sir, I'm sorry" mother asked with a hiccup.
I just watched behind the door, there was no courage to rebuke, I was confused what to do, I was four years old.
"Astaghfirullah" mother pushed father to fall.
Maternal jetty and silky hair falling out on father's hands.
"I'm hungry, what are you cooking today"
"Mother cook vegetable cassava sir"
"You think I'm a goat, you feed the leaves"
"Sorry sir, I don't have money that's all I can cook" she's still standing at the door
"Heeehh.....You become a wife should be able to think, can help find money, do not just copy the husband"
"cpiiiaaarrrr!!!" dad's voice slammed the plate on the table
Sontak broke the silence that night, seswanto my next door neighbor heard and came to my house.
"tok.tok..tok" knocked the door from mr. seswanto.
"There is this bulek mi" asked mr. seswanto sambari justifying the sheath that was sown on his shoulder.
"There is nothing sir ses" while wiping the tears from earlier rushing down the cheeks of my paradise.
"So you accidentally nudged a falling plate" the mother covered up the inhumane happenings of a father.
The principle of the mother must always be able to cover any family disgrace, the mother always relented and did not want to separate with the father, not because it was still based on a feeling but more on the fate of her son later, the mother always gave up and did not want to separate with the father, not because it was still based on a feeling but more on the fate of her son later, and then, in the depths of the mother's heart, always had the hope that the father would be a good parent later in life, the mother still had the belief that the father would change.
"You don't interfere, what's going on with my family is my business" the father's voice approached Mr. Ses.
"Not so Muh, it's night do not fuss, we are living in a community environment, whatever the problem is solved with a cool head" said Mr. Ses calm the father.
"You know what, if you don't know the problem, don't share the campu with the family of the person, just take care of your family"
"I've been Mr. Ses I'm okay, and it's not a big deal sir" said the mother.
"Yes, I say whatever the problem is solved with a cold head" sir ses said goodbye to go home.
Mr. Ses rushed home, on his way home stroking his chest.
"Oh Allah, may this family always be given peace".
"Father stinks of alcohol"
The stinging smell from the beginning of the father came that rubbed me before I had never kissed him.
"Don't talk much, there's good cooking for me"
"But sir, there's nothing to cook in the kitchen".
"Astaghfirullah, thank you sir" said soft mother
That night I also knew my father was now not only gambling but began to consume alcoholic beverages, the more the day the father's treatment became.
I don't feel my age is now eight years, my mother is getting thinner, her body is exhausted with the attitude of the father to the mother, we used to have a rice field of two hectares in two places, motor two, motor two, one cow, catfish pond, one by one began to run out in the sale of the father for gambling and drinking capital, a house that used to be filled with household appliances can be said to be complete for a family in the village, now also began to sell out, now you also start playing women, now you also start playing women, I once met my father in one of our villagers called it WTS (the middle field trip) when I was playing cycling with friends my age, you're with her friends and you're being embraced by women and I'm sure it's not my mother, in my mind where you might be in a place like that, after I noticed it wasn't really my mother, the woman was dressed like a PSK, you can imagine how she dressed, Dimas a friend of mine.
"Lut, that looks like your father" asked Dimas.
I was still silent while watching.
"Heyy...Lut" for the second time Dimas spoke to me
"I also don't know Dim, maybe someone else, my father was a good person, where it might be in a place like that" I tried to convince Dimas.
Indeed, the distance between the road I went cycling with my friends was a little far from the place, about a hundred meters.
"You're not trying to make sure Lut?"
"No, I don't dare"
"Who knew it was your father"
"Let's walk again, we'll be on the field soon"
Indeed, it was late afternoon, we used to be village or rural children after cycling, often playing ball together, arriving at the field that I was excited to play ball, he said, after yesterday my team was defeated by Dimas team, I said I immediately rushed to go home, my mind began to mess up, whether I saw it was father or not.
"Dim, I don't play ball, I want to go home"
"Well how the hell Lut, he said he wants to bales my team today".
"I don't seem to feel well Lut".
"Alaaahhh.. Speaking of which you are afraid, you are afraid to lose again, my team is better than your team Lut".
"Yes Lut just tell me you're scared" chirped arya.
"Not really not feeling well, my mother also ordered that you go home not late in the afternoon"
I immediately rushed home, at my young age after seeing the incident I still did not understand, what the father did with the woman, I pedaled my bike as hard as I could, my mind raged.
"Tinnnnnnn....awaaasss!!!"
"Brakkkkk"
From the crossroad I did not see left right I was hit by a motorcycle Mr. Mugi.
"Oh Allah, Lut are you okay?" ask Mr. Mugi while waking me up
"Ohhh.sick" I said after falling hit by Mr. Mugi's motorbike.
"You're okay, son"
"No, sir, I'm wrong not looking right left"
"That's your knee bleeding, let's go to the health center, let's treat your wound"
"No sir, no papa just blisters"
"Sorry sir, I apologize again"
"Well, if you don't want to go to your health center I'll take you home"
"Sir, I'm not going home alone"
"Next time be careful, son"
I hurried to get my bike, I went home to tell him what I had just seen between the father and the woman.