To be the Second
The Facts of Atin Zaenab

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Hi, my name is Atin Zaenab Nugraha. How is Nugraha my last name? Shouldn't Abdullah be Abahku's last name? Why is it different with my sisters? Yes, of course, because I am my half-son. My biological father, Agung Nugraha, died a few years ago when I was a child.

My father and mother were my first calls to Umma, before marrying Abah. They were actually victims of an arranged marriage between their parents, which meant they were my own Grandpa and Grandma. The marriage of their two children who are considered to love, love, protect each other was not happy at all in their household.

I testified, the three-year-old little girl, almost every day saw and heard the quarrel between her two ghosts. Yes, since Grandpa and Grandma died, Dad has been getting gil4, playing with many women and venting his defeat on both of us. But even so I think more about the situation of my Mother who has been betrayed by Father, because if Mother did a little mistake, my father did not hesitate to beat her up to her body for reasons, because, in fact, it is most likely to kill Mother's life if necessary.

From that moment on, I did not dare to be close to any man, not least my own father who did not have the slightest mercy on Mother and also I was her daughter who often get hit. Gradually I kept my distance from my father and even other men, the trauma of childhood really shakes me up to this moment, the trauma of most men's attitude towards me, I assume all men can only hurt all women.

Until I was five years old my father was sick. Until when checked to the Doctor, it turns out that Dad suffered from blood cancer until slowly the disease was plaguing his body, we could not do much, savings that had been saved by Mother, so far, used up for Daddy's treatment. Despite my abusive attitude towards us, Mother still wants to take good care of Dad. The more days Dad's condition gets worse, the savings are not left.

We also have difficulty finding fees for the treatment of Father, even all the families of Father and Mother all raise their hands, they can not be asked for help even if just lend us money, he said, it was as if they thought we were just other people. Although my mother had slammed the bones working as a laundry worker from home to the neighboring house, still could not help the treatment of Dad, until Dad breathed his last.

After Dad left, Mother and I invited Mother's friends to the city who knew our fortune was there, precisely my city lived at this time, precisely at that time I was six years old. I registered the same school with the children of my friends Bundaku.Every night we helped his friend Mother sell duck rice in front of a large market. Until one time we both met a man who had helped us from market thugs who wanted to harass us when we came home from the stall.

The man continued to meet Mother, until not how long the man married Mother. Yes that man is my present Abah, the man who accepts me and my Mother wholeheartedly, though I am not her real daughter, but Abah treats me like her own biological daughter.

Until I was seven years old I had a younger brother, Arga, two years later Aziz was born my youngest brother. I love both of them so much, in their childhood they were very obedient to me, until they grew up cool with their world.

Likewise with me, when I was fifteen years old I was sent to one of the ponpes not far from our area was still one district, so Abah and Umma were not too far away if you want to visit. For about five years I was in the cottage and met a woman named Nikmah, the closer we got, I liked her a lot, hoping she could be my brother. She's a year older than my sister Arga.

I want to introduce to Arga, but my brother is the focus of reaching his goals to the neighboring country. Abah and Umma strongly supported whatever the decision of my brother Arga, because among the three of us he was the most prominent religious science.

While my sister Aziz she also went to the cottage in the same place as me, but because of her ponpes there are two buildings, we rarely meet. Before long he finished first, while I was still a year away in the cottage. Out of the cottage he pursued his hobby of motor racing, traveling from town to town with his friends.

Until a few years later somehow the story Aziz and Nikmah my friends already know each other and close. I am very supportive of the relationship between the two of them, although they are three years older than Nikmah, but my brother Aziz is not a problem, he just wants to quickly marry Nikmah even though he is still twenty years old.

But the relationship between the two is hindered by the blessing of Abah and Umma, I know Umma who most do not approve of their relationship, but I always convince Umma and Abah, persuading with my appeal, eventually they get married, and Aziz takes Nikmah to his hometown.

While I finished the cottage, helped Abah guard the parking lot in the front yard of the house. Yes our house is right behind a big market, because the yard is very spacious even though next to it there is already a Mushola building, but the yard is still so wide that the same Abah is used for parking area sepada and motor, count for side work so said Abahku. Because of the increasing age, Abah is no longer strong working in the fields.

Umma and Abah often match me with some men, but I firmly always refuse, if they continue to match me, I will go across the island, such is my threat to Abah and Umma, so that they never again discuss the subject of marriage, until my age grew older I did not want to get married at all. Even Arga My sister is also married, my two sisters have had cute, beautiful and handsome sons, I love all my nephews like my own. Let me be a spinster until I die, I don't care. You readers will remember what happened to me before.

Until one day I heard Aziz remarried to a village girl. Somehow Abah knew this news. Yes, even for Abah to find out about his children is very easy. Disappointed? Getting angry? Of course, it was very desirable to beat Aziz even though it was my own sister, because she had hurt Nikmah.

I don't know why I don't like Anni at all, his second wife Aziz, he's a quiet kid actually, but still I hate him, he's the actor who destroyed my sister's and my friend's household. Regardless of what happened before, I didn't care, and didn't want to listen to my sister's explanation.

And almost one day, the bad news came back. Aziz divorced my best friend Nikmah, no matter what their domestic life was, why they had to find a way to separate, why, until I overheard a conversation between Aziz and Arga that said Nikmah was related to her male cousin.

Whatdoes thatmean? I don't understand at all, yes I know that Nikmah used to have a love affair with her own cousin, but that was a long time ago. Keep wanting to think positive but can't, until I decide to find out for myself, what causes their relationship to end.

Tired of shouting I immediately gawked into his house, because when I said greetings there was no word from within. Once inside I was stunned because Nikmah and the man I was interpreting was Rojak was overlapping on the sofa in the middle room.

Seeing me suddenly appear, both of them were drunk. " So it's true what Aziz said, like this is your behavior! You deserve to be divorced by my sister. Enjoy your adultery!!" My hardik will step away from his house.

" Wait Neng, you misunderstood, we're married, even siri." Sahut Nikmah while fixing his clothes that have been messy. Make my steps stop and turn back.

" So you're marrying siri? So the second one? Well worth it to you, congratulations on your karma." My circus turned back and left, though I heard him yelling at me, but I didn't care. Has it been since they braved the hungan back? Poor little brother Aziz who has been hurt by him. I actually left the big city to my own town.

A few months later, I got a call from Nikmah, actually I wanted to block the number, but I forgot to keep it. I had to pick up the phone, though,. But I ran to the back near the bathroom, so that no one would hear our conversation.

" Hello what's wrong? You called me again!? We're no longer in a relationship, we've become ex-friends, even ex-Sister-in-law, I hate traitors the most. You better just think about your new husband, that man of your affair!!!" My hard drive ended the call.

Gedebuukkkk..

" Abhkkk..."

At the same time I heard the sound of falling objects and after that the sound of people shouting, it seemed like from inside the bathroom. And that voice, Umma's voice. I immediately went into the bathroom, whose door was not locked from the inside.

" THE ASTAGFIRULLAH UMMA.!! I shouted, continuing to call Abah as well as my cousin who lives next door, to help me.

I was so surprised I didn't think Umma was in the bathroom, I thought Umma was in his room. O Allah, if anything happens to Umma, I will not forgive myself. I knew Aziz was very close about his divorce from Nikmah. But it was I who accidentally leaked it to Umma.

Until the bad news finally happened to me. Umma, the woman who gave birth to me has left me, gone forever. And this all happened because of my fault, my own carelessness. Forgive Atin Umma...

* This is about Atin Zaenab's Visuals.

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