Unknown Baby
Automobile

On the way home from Metro to Kalianda, Myesha chose silence. The girl's eyes were fixed on the street outside the car glass. Tuti, Myesha's stepmother kept asking about the baby she was carrying. Only one answer Myesha.

"I don't know, she's not my baby."

Since graduating Junior High, Myesha was exiled by her own family, sent to school in Bandar Lampung. She thought having a new mother after her birth mother died would bring happiness to her and father. But it turns out the opposite.

Tuti is good when there is a father, but behind constantly incites the father to stay away from Myesha. often insinuates her when there is no father. Although not using violence but the wound in Myesha's heart through insulting sentences is much more useful.

"Katika saw your face it felt like my feelings were not calm and Tuti was always jealous." The words spoken by his father eleven years ago are still ringing today. That day was just when Myesha was forced into Junior High school away from home.

"So that's why you sent me to school out of town?"

That instant also Myesha's heart was hurt from feeling discarded. The pain is still there.

He remembered his father once said when his birth mother had just died.

"Dad only had Myesha, and Myesha only had a father. I promise I'll make Myesha happy even though Mommy has left us." 

"Daddy promise?"

"Promise."

His little pinky finger is associated with his father's little finger. Making that innocent little girl smile back.

Every time Myesha cried remembering her dead mother, Dad would hold her and walk around looking at the stars. At that time the father said that Mother was watching them from a distance.

After one year of her mother's death, she married again. Slowly the warmth of the father faded.

His father preferred a new household harmony with Tuti, releasing Myesha who became the center of jealousy of the wife and the two children he was born with.

Slowly but surely Myesha got further and further away with her father, she was also self-conscious that he had been banished. At that time Myesha thought, if with her departure can bring happiness to the father, Myesha tried to be willing.

Being a lonely child in adolescence. No more warm hugs from Dad like before. Myesha tried hard to live it in a boarding house away from the family.

"It's better that you get married, not to keep having family problems" Dad said, still driving the car.

From the beginning Myesha already knew that there was no hope her family would defend in this matter. Even Myesha believes this problem will be used as an opportunity to throw it from the family card.

His heart grew more and more invulnerable. He was no longer the boy who begged the affection of his family like he used to be. Myesha will solve this problem on her own.

Once upon a time, Myesha had thought that her father would not marry again. Of course he will be happy even if only living together. As good as a stepmom, still not Myesha's real mother. She needs love, her sisters need love too. There was jealousy there. Myesha tried to understand why she was banished.

"Myesha has not been home for a long time, Mother Masakin rendang Myesha's favorite."

Again Tuti behaved sweetly in front of his father. It's still the same as before. This middle-aged woman was still two-faced.

"Hmm" replied the girl. Not wanting to respond to stepmother's play.

Myesha's gaze was still outside, looking at the streets with people passing by.

Myesha comes home only once a year every Eid, it's just an overnight stay. One day his stepmother told Fifi, to reprimand Myesha, when she remembered what Fifi had answered.

"Shame ah, Bun. Don't know."

Even until his sister did not know him. Not to mention his younger brother who is now sitting on the bench of Junior High. They both completely ignored and considered Myesha not part of the family.

Once Myesha wanted to try begging for affection for her family after graduating Junior High School, but the distance between them turned out to be very far. His father seemed very happy with his new family. There's no place for Myesha.

Their communication seemed completely beyond repair. Silence and awkwardness with each other. And now when Myesha tells me honestly that it's not her baby no one believes it or rather doesn't want to believe it.

"We will accept your mistake." That's the word dad said.

Today Myesha is too tired to be hurt again because her family does not want to believe.

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seriated.

Greetings from the pestle maker

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