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Go home mom (Sad Story)

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Taps! Taps! Taps! My little legs moved into the open door. I stood in front of the entrance for quite a while, making sure my vision was not wrong. He was sitting against the wall and leaning against the other wall, with his hands holding his forehead.

“Bapak.” My tiny voice made her straighten her neck and then look at me. Threw my tiny body with one quick movement, hugged it tightly until I had forgotten how to breathe.

“Audyna.” Father's voice sounded raucous. He rubbed my soft, shoulder-length hair. I pulled away from my father's embrace, I looked at his father's face that was not as usual. His eyes were as if he had cried.

“Bapak why?” tanyaku plain. I rubbed my little cheeks without saying anything. “Father why cry?” I continue to demand answers.

“Your mother, son.” Mr. sniffling. “Your mother went from home.”

I, little Audyna, the innocent girl who was only ten years old at that time, could only look at the father without saying anything and not understand anything. I could not digest my words well, even with my heart not scratched in the slightest when I heard my mother leave the house. I didn't cry, I didn't call my mother's name, I just kept quiet. I just kept quiet when my dad finally hugged me crying. At that time, for a ten-year-old Audyna, losing a mother in one night was not yet a pain. Not yet a pain, before in the end the next years are suffering due to the longing of the mother figure.

For one me, ten-year-old Audyna, the passing of a mother that night had no effect on her daily life. I was still in school as usual, I was still studying, I was still regularly teaching at the house with my cousin sister, I was still eating my favorite omelet, and I still live in my house even without a mother. Back then, as I remember, I was living with Aunt Lia. He took care of me and my two young sisters. When mom left, it was Aunt Lia who took over everything. She became a second mother to me and my sisters. We love her as much as we love our mother. My life has been fine since then.

My life has been absolutely fine since then, before I officially assumed the status of stepdaughter of a woman named Aria.

“Audyna.” Aunt Lia called my name when I was eating a delicious dinner. I cleared my throat as I looked at Aunt Lia who was looking at me deeply. “How about Aunt Aria? Is he good?” aunt Lia's question silenced my mouth. I was indeed close to aunt Aria —the woman my father introduced me through sms— but I never met her. We often exchanged messages to say hello, sometimes he asked me how my school was, nothing more. At that time, I was already in the sixth grade of the madrasa, and I was eleven years old.

“Good.” Crispy answer.

“Close to her, she will be your new mother.” Aunt Lia's words make me sad. I looked at Aunt Lia with a glassy look.

“Tante want to go, yes?” tanyaku plain. Aunt Lia smiled and rubbed my head. He stared fixedly at the two balls of my eyes that were almost watery.

“Because aunt has to go, brother. Aunty can't accompany Audyna and the sisters forever. Aunt should go to school again.”

I don't know what kind of life I'm going to live in the future. I can't imagine what kind of woman I would have grown up with. Will he be as good as Aunt Lia? Will she be like the mother who left me, my father, and my two sisters? Is he going to love me like how Aunt Lia does well?

“Audyna!” The loud cry forced me to turn my head and I found a girl with a hood like me, waving at me. He smiled and ran towards me. Her name is Adela, my best friend since I was in the fifth grade of the madrasa. A friend who was at the lowest point of my life and volunteered to accompany me at the top for all my achievements. I smiled as Adela sat beside me. We always do the same thing every afternoon at my first high school front shelter —oh, I haven't said it yet! I was already in junior high school and was a new student in a nice blue and white uniform to wear every Monday and Tuesday— me and Adela were in the same school after two years together in the madrassa. At this shelter, every one o'clock in the afternoon, we would see brothers in gray and white uniforms coming home together.

“Next week's ceremony, I can't come.” I said after we were content to laugh at our silliness on the first day of orientation. Adela looked at me long enough, she knew something before I could finish my sentence. “Please help me get permission to school, yes?”

“How long is the show?” Adela knew. Yes, next week at my first ceremony when I officially become a new student, I have to be a flower on my father's wedding day with Aunt Aria. A marriage that still feels weird to me.

“Two days, maybe.” My reply was without looking back at Adela's eyes which implied a lot of empathy. For us, marriage after the divorce of both parents, is not a happy thing. At least for us, the child is not even twelve years old.

The day I was going to officially become a stepson, finally arrived. All morning I was dressed with a thick, uncomfortable putty on my face, not to mention the bright red lipstick that made my lips stiff and itchy. Instead of fighting, I prefer silence. Waiting for those hands to finish polishing my face.

“Audyna. Ndak to nduk?” sri's calm bude voice made me open my eyes that felt heavy and sticky. I shook my head slowly. Bude Sri let out a long sigh and exhaled it regularly, it seemed like she had finished with the last polish on my cheek. “Well. Already beautiful nephew bude.” Bude Sri touched both of my shoulders. He smiled at me who was still a little tired of opening my eyes because there were anti-storm eyelashes perched on my eyelids. He said nothing, only smiling with warm eyes. He rubbed gently next to my blushing cheek due to the perfect blush polish, then smiled again.

“There will come a time later, Audyna will understand why all this must happen in life. Audyna will grow into a strong woman, beat bude, aunt Lia, even mother.” Those words were firmly rooted in the branching of my brain fibers. And that day, when I saw the father sitting in the chair, suddenly I did not know who the father was and asked myself: Why did the father sit there? And why is Aunt Aria sitting there?

Since that wedding day, maybe my life won't be the same. Every February fourth in every year —on my birthday— I wait for mom. On the porch of the house, roofed by a black-robed sky studded with stars, I waited. Clutching my legs while whispering in the wind.

“Mother. I'll be waiting. Come home mom, I'll keep waiting for you, be my mom again.” At that time the dream of a child who was not even twelve years old and always increased by one year every year, was just a nonsense dream. Yeah, just a bullshit dream he carried until he was seventeen. In the end, I knew that dreams were created just to be dreams.

Finishes.

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