
'Basic brat! Make shame! Just die you savage!'
Platkk ...
Platkk ...
Platkk ...
'Aaaaarh .. geez, yeah! Forgive Flowers, dad! Flowers please forgive me, dad! Sick yah!'
'You said, huh! You are a child who does not know yourself. How come you threw shit in our faces. We taught and educated you to be an honorable woman, but you did a disgusting deed to get pregnant out of wedlock. Where's your brain, huh? You were schooled to make you a learned woman, not to be a cheap woman.'
Cfetc ...
Cfetc ...
Kiltav ...
'Then yeah, it's flowers! He could die if you keep wearing your belt. You see, his body is bleeding, pity Flowers well, don't hurt Flowers anymore.'
'Mom doesn't have to defend this brash kid. What would people say if they knew this child was pregnant out of wedlock? Shame Ma'am, I'm ashamed. Quickly tell me who that brash guy is! Say quickly!'
'Flower, quickly tell me father, son! Let him be in charge.'
'So you still want to keep quiet! Oh or maybe the man who fucked you wasn't just one because we didn't know which man impregnated you?'
'Quickly clean up your belongings and immediately leave this house and never set foot in this house again! Go!!!'
'Mom, sis, please Bunga, Bunga won't go!'
'Go say! Are you deaf, you brat! Get out of here before I drag you down the street! Go!!!'
"Ma, wake up, ma! Mama wake! Hiks .. hiks .. hiks ... "
"Eeeunghh .. hah hah hah ... "
"Ma ... "
"Princess ... " The flower widened its eyes with a breath of breath as it saw the princess crying sobbing by his side. "Daughter why cry, hm?" ask Bunga while removing the clear circles that flow on the cheeks of the Princess. Yes, the Princess is a Flower child. The princess is now 5 years old.
"Mama's dreaming again? Princess is scared, ma. Mama crying in a dream. Why does my mother cry in a dream? Who's mad at you?" lirih Princess. Now they take turns, the Princess is the one who removed the remains of tears that were in the eye of the Flower.
Flowers round his eyes, he just remembered, it turns out again the dream came to his nights. Since the expulsion event he experienced 6 years ago, almost every night he had a gripping dream. The event of the expulsion became a frightening specter that settled in his mind and inner innermost.
I don't know when the nightmare will go, neither do the flowers. He tried to forget, but never succeeded. Although not every day comes, but almost every month, it can even be 2 to 3 times a week, the dream pestered sleep tired and sound. Do you not know, flowers need sleep. He needs rest after all day struggling to find rupiah coffers to make the child happy. If only there were no children, he might have given up on this painful life a long time ago.
"Nobody is angry with Mom. Mama is not a dream in anger, but a dream chased by ghosts. The ghost is very attractive, "the flower. There is no way he can tell the truth if he dreams of being beaten by his grandfather and then expelled from the house for conceiving him.
"Oh, mama's panties ask for mercy! Mom dream of being chased by a dog. Now the dream is pursued by ghosts. Tomorrow if mama dreams again don't run ma. Bu Ustadzah said, if you meet the ghost it must read prayer, not fear," said the little girl with the long name Princess Buana Wiryatama.
"Oh yeah! Does the princess know her prayers? Ajarin mama dong so that if the ghost comes to the dream mama again mama can bacain prayer so that the ghost stops," next to Bunga by putting on an enthusiastic face. It was nice to see the innocent and cute expression of her little princess. Though the hour hand still shows at 3 o'clock dawn, but his eyes are no longer sleepy.
The princess seemed to think, "tempo day Princess never watched on TV read this prayer ma, Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar. Aamiin," The princess recited the prayer while raising her palms up.
It was clear, after hearing his daughter recite the actual prayer the meal prayer made him laugh loudly.
"Why laugh? Is the prayer wrong, ma?" ask Princess plain.
"Daughter know what prayer is?"
"Know, prayer eat."
"Well, why did you meet a ghost and read that prayer?"
"Let his ghost be afraid of ma, afraid of being eaten. The princess watched it that way, her ghost was really scared to the point of falling down, afraid of being eaten by her ghost. So if the dream mama is chased by a ghost again, read a prayer to eat ma, surely the ghost is afraid to continue to run immediately," said the Princess eagerly made Flowers to laugh out loud.
"Oh, mom's stomach hurts. You are so funny, baby. Yuk sleep again, right morning Princess must go to school. Don't get bad luck!" tukas Bunga while wiping the long mane of the black Princess sparkles also straight.
"Yes, ma. The princess is also sleepy. Don't forget to read the prayer!"
"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, Bismika allahumma ahyaa wa bismika amuut. Aamiin's."
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"Sister, the pulse is 10 thousand dong."
"What island deck?"
"Pulsa Indosat sis,"
"Write the number here yes deck!" bunga said while handing over a book to the buyer.
"Udah brother."
After seeing a row of numbers written in the book, the flower began to fill the pulse according to the nominal desired by the buyer.
"Udah yes deck."
"How many brothers?"
"12 thousand decks."
"This is the money, brother. Thanks brother."
"Sama-sama," said Bunga while commenting on a sweet smile.
"Sir, is there a 1-month unlimited Smartfren quota?"
"Do you want an inject or a voucher?"
"Inject just don't bother."
"Please write the number here!"
And just like that, the flower began to fill the quota according to the order.
2 This year, Flower works to keep the pulse counter. The counter is not too big because it only serves the purchase of pulses, quotas, electricity tokens, as well as various kinds of payments such as paying electricity, PDAM, top up balances, and several other bills.
Flowers do not rely on just one livelihood. While guarding the counter, he began to learn to write novels on the app. Although the writing has not been many readers, Bunga never gave up, all in order to meet the needs of the beloved princess. Not to mention he had to pay a new contract this year in his place. Having a child without a husband, makes him often get scorn and uncomfortable accusations. As a result, during these 6 years he often moved here and there. But Bunga hopes, this time he does not have to move again. Poor Princess thought. Especially now that the Princess has entered kindergarten. There's no way he should keep moving around here and there. He did not want the only princess of his puppet was confused because it continued to move.
In addition to keeping counters and writing novels, Bunga also receives scouring washing rewards from some of her neighbors. The needs of today are many and expensive. There is no way he just relies on the salary to keep the counter that is not how much. Novel salary can not be taken every month because the salary withdrawal has a minimum limit. As a result, if the income has not reached the minimum limit because of the lack of readers, he must delay the withdrawal. And from the results of washing wages rub he can meet daily needs because of the payment with a weekly system. While the salary keeps the counter and write novels for the cost of rent and school fees.
"Assalamu'alaikum, ma," exclaimed the Princess as she stood before the counter.
Flowers also commented a big smile and spread out both hands to welcome the princess into his arms.
"Wa'alaikum hail her princess mama," reply Flower sumringah.
"Ma, Princess's picture can be rated A+ you know! Look, it's good ma!" exclaims the Princess with bright sparkling eyes.
"What is the Princess?" ask Flowers.
"This, ma, is good!" said Putri while presenting her picture book.
Instantly the breath of the Flower choked when looking at the picture of the princess. The picture is indeed very good, but the fantasy image of the Princess is what makes her heart feel sliced.
"This is a picture of mama, who in the middle of this Princess, continues this papa," he told me with longing eyes also longing.
Heart of Flowers can only grimace watching the princess who so missed the figure of her father beside her.
'I forgive mama son who can't give you a perfect family, ' the flower sheathed.
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...Happy reading 🥰🥰🥰...