Why Should I ?
The man kissed my mother
"sister, brother! Wake up, hey, this time I'm sleeping!"
Kinanti's voice calling Nadira dissolved into his subconscious. He didn't realize the call was real, not a dream.
Nadira blinked, and moved to stretch the muscles of his body that felt stiff. Perhaps, because he fell asleep on a couch that was too small and hard.
"mama just got home?"
He sat down after noticing Kinanti and his two younger siblings coming home. He noticed Kevin and Allena sleeping on the sofa. In fact, the two boys were still in uniform and looked very tired.
"yes, my mom had the same business. So, all of you get out"
"sampe at this hour and mama don't go home first? Kasian Kevin with Allena dong ma. They are small and need a lot of rest. What's more, Lena, she's just healed up"
"it's Dir, mom's tired. Can ngga?don't you need to teach mama? Mama it's your mother, mama knows about it."
"if you understand, you should not do rich gini dong"
"you are, the bigger it is not the more polite with mom but the more insolent huh?"
"not that ma. Kasian dad, he's tired of banging his bones back home, but mama's even foya-foya, come out not clear. Try dong to appreciate dad"
" why do you think of Dir? La wong's dad's relaxed"
Adzan magrib. Nadira chose to be silent and refused to continue speaking. 'I think talking about this same mom is the same as not talking! Free'. He left the living room to cool his heart.
"sampe when is mama rich gini?"
Nadira threw a distant view out of the house. He watches the rain that rhymes outside the house. Water drops attached to the window glass, as if to cry mourning the suffering of Rama who began to feel.
Then, he rushed to take ablution water and then did the prayer. There, on the prayer mat, became a silent witness to every groan he hummed. Become a container of all the complaints that he can not voice. There is a place that can make it comfortable.
Through the window of his room, there was a light beam that entered and attracted his attention. Nadira, standing up from her seat and trying to peek out from the crack.
Carefully, he noticed a middle-aged man standing in the patio of his house. Not only was that tall man there, but there was Kinanti as well.
It is not clear what they are talking about, but from the search they seem very close. Kinanti also seemed to laugh often and wrestle affectionately to the man. Lastly, the one Nadira saw the man hugging Kinan and..... He kissed her forehead.
"heh, mama? This is what you said business with temen?"
Nadira dropped his body on the floor. She cried again at the corner window of her room. His heart was broken seeing Kinanti's behavior. Indeed, his heart wept over Rama's ever-bad fate.
"why is this mama so long? Dad less what ma"
Tok tok tok tok
"you haven't eaten, have you? Let's eat"
Heh, the woman who just made him hurt. The woman who was destined to give birth to him. Now, stand before the eyes with innocence.
"yes, I'm waiting in the dining room."
His feet he dragged proudly. As if he was an innocent human being. But, it is useless if Nadira again asked that, the end will also argue and everyone at home will declare Nadira an ungodly child. That's so...
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Checkered
" Assalamu'alaikum"
"wa'alaikum salam...."
"Yeahhhhhh"
Simultaneously, Kevin and Allena approached Rama. Both of them embraced Rama lovingly. The warm embrace that Rama always longs for.
"again on what?"
"eat ya."
"eat? Same what?"
"many well, there sate no martabak eggs. Anyway all Lena's favorite food"
They're just kids. Not knowing that his mother had hurt his father. All they know is that there is only good om who gives him food. Delivering for both, even leaving a little money that for Nadira was a bribe.
Allena pulls Rama to the table. Those two kids, they're not making it up. What he said was there.
"Ma, how much food?" ~ramas
"there's good om lo yah" ~lena
"om good?" ~ramas
"that's the courier who nganterin. He is friendly with children. So they say it's good om" ~Kinanti
"oh.. So you bought this?" ~Rama
"boyfriend Anna" ~Nadira