A House Without Window
Two slocis
My father and mother enjoyed their new life after marriage even though the mother initially did that but for the sake of the obligation of a wife, she was able to surpass it to the point where she really loved my father. Until I was born and added to the happiness of their little family.
When I was 12 years old, the bittersweet incident was visible.
"Mom, I'm sorry I got a PHK, not just me but all the employees because the factory went out of business" said my father to my mother.
..."yes it's okay well, be patient, maybe not windfall, then find another job huh?, "...
" yes"
All those sweet conversations just vanished, because in fact, life takes money, long time my father was bored, tired because all the effort that was pioneered after the PHK case was all destroyed. I often come home late at night even until early morning. The smell of alcohol was always on his shirt. Mother had started to reprimand father, but father always berkilah and began to look rough, mother always yelled snapped, slapped. Mom's body a lot of bruises. Once, I told mom to go to the police, but I didn't want to. I just felt helpless at that time, I was afraid to rebuke my own father. But I'm kasian to mom.
"mom, isn't it that mom has been in karate go ju kai? Means you can defend yourself, right? Why don't you fight when you play? ", saying.
" it is different, if this mother is your father's wife, the wife should not fight any reason for the husband, against the husband means disobeying the husband and will get angry alloh son, let it be, so be it, your father will also realize".
Ahh that's always what's answered every time I ask about it. Until I got tired of hearing it.
That night my father drove home a young girl from the window of the room I peeked at them. I saw the clock show at 3 in the morning. For a minute I think I've seen it but where, yeah, I don't know. I closed my window cover curtain again, so as not to be caught if I was peeking.
The next day I started the routine as usual, after dawn I had taken a shower and was getting ready for school. After breakfast, I immediately pulled out my matic motorbike, along the way I tried to remember the face that had led me, who? Like familiar with that person but who?. Deg suddenly I remembered something, wasn't that Febby? An IPS class kid? yes I remember once that he, I speed up my bike, want to feel like soon to get to school.
Arriving at the school parking lot, just by chance, Febby's motorbike was parked right next to me. He was still seen walking up to the gate at the parking lot, I ran after him.
"Feb, wait a minute, "take a little run to catch up with him.
" yes, why? ", ask him
With a little anxiety, I tried to ask him about last night's events as well." yesterday how did you manage to get my dad home? ".
He answered my question, but with his face crimson, he quickened his pace.
The question was finally without an answer for this morning, maybe next time it could be answered everything. A lot of things are going on in my head. About why, why, how he was with my dad that night.
At the break I accidentally did not go to the cafeteria, I was about to approach Febby only I was still curious.
"Febb, I want your answer to my question this morning".
He seemed to be sighing, and giving an answer I had never imagined for so long.
"i'm your father's girlfriend, we've been in this relationship for a year. No one knows, including you, and finally last night I could not get home because he was drunk" Febby replied without feeling guilty, and as if he was proud to win the heart of someone who had married.
"what? Ye? Can't be".
" you don't believe it? It's up to you what matters that I tell you", he continued.
"why should my father? Why not single men, besides you are beautiful young and famous why even want to be the same father? ", I said with anger and shyok.
" here, a little later nobody knows".
I get close to him, I still need his answer in detail.
"before I knew your father, I already had a lover, he took care of me, but he ran away with no responsibility, my life was ruined that time, I had an abortion, I stopped by the discotheque, I mabok, I, until I met your father at the discotheque, he who nolongin me, he attention, he was kind, full of love and warmth, all this time I have never felt that kind of affection, especially in my family who are all super busy, then my fault where if we love each other the same? Yes, although I know he already has a family, but I love your father Isti, all this time your father who accompanied me to drink, until the first was only one sloki now I dare two sloki ", so far ",the answer is long.
I left him without saying anything, useless I have a lot of words in front of people who already can not distinguish between wrong and right between shame and not. I only ask Alloh that I may be strong when I hear all the truth. My father has betrayed. This last hour lesson nothing came into my head, which I think has gone as far as they are related? I became uncomfortable myself, but it has all happened, or did my mother actually already know but just shut up?, Febby is already famous wild, he's a broken home child, papa mama divorced, here, here, he just stayed with his ART. Freedom that is really free without any rules is what he does, on the other hand I am very concerned and kasian on febby, at school he was only friends with a few people, he was very concerned and sad on the school, besides because they are takuy on febby but also because Febby is not the type of child who is easy to get along with everyone.
My heart is broken as broken as it is broken, between the hateful wrath raging in the soul. But I still wonder why Febby wants to be with my dad??, isn't he rich, even if I know his parents are divorced, or he wants to find some other fun? But why should I be with my dad. Just think about it I was nauseous especially when I found out what they were doing behind my mother's back.
And my father, why could he have betrayed, and my mother was always a woman and a good and faithful wife. Then what is the lack? Even my mother is beautiful I don't think there is a lack. Mother beauty is also not inferior to the beautiful women out there.
Suddenly my head hurt not playing like being hit so hard. My gaze also faded and finally darkened without being able to look at anything else, only the mother who was still always ringing, her sad voice, her sobs still echoed in my ears. Dannnn.I'm getting darker... And.... .. Brukkk I fainted.
