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"I'm home.." I said as I opened the door and threw the bag onto the living room sofa. Again, no one was home. I immediately took off my shoes and walked to the room. Putting myself on my soft bed. I'm looking for my phone. "There's message? Tumbens.." I opened the message immediately. "Mama? You remember I turned out to be.." I said with a wry smile.

September 7th, 2012

"Where are you going?" I asked to see my mom putting her clothes in a big plastic bag.

"You go to the laundry. Mama did not take long. This is money to pay for electricity. Kan Kak Fia again sleep, when you wake up said yes?" Mama said while crying.

What's wrong? Why is Mom crying? I who know nothing cry. I don't know why, it hurts. It felt like Mom was going away for a long time. Mom hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. He left on a motorbike. I followed him to the front of the gate. I'm speechless. I wept.

"Sister.. Wakes up. Mama said it was money to pay for electricity." I said innocently. I was still crying at the time. You knew. My sister just hugged me and cried. Crying loudly.

At 22:27 WIB, Papa came home. Papa from Pekalaungan city. His tired face faded when he saw me. However, her panicked face began to appear when she saw the eyes of her two little daughters being puffy. "Which other motor?" Ask Papa to Brother Fia.

"Mama.. Mama's gone, Pa." Brother Fia has no power to hold back the tears. Papa held his left chest and dropped his bag. My dad has coronary heart disease. I don't know what's going on. I really don't know. "Father!!" Brother Fia tried to hold back her scream.

"Fia, just close the gate. Mama's not coming home anymore." Said Papa trying to say as calmly as possible. Brother Fia immediately did Papa's orders. Papa tried to stand up straight. He looked at me nilar. His lips carved a bitter smile.

My tears can't be stopped anymore. That event. Mamma. Oh my God, life is so bitter. My hands were shaking reading a message from my mother. "Good Morning, my little girl. How are you, Celin? Mama misses you." As the message. I can't hate Mama. After all, she was also the one who had bet her life for the sake of giving birth to me, right?

December 11th, 2013

"Celin, Papa Mama is divorced." My father said without further ado. I'm speechless.

"You ain't nothing, are you?" Continue Papa.

"Huh? Yes, Pa. Celin ain't nothing." I answered while making a smile.

"Ah, Papa knows you're a strong boy." Replied Papa while stroking my head. Hey, do you guys know how I feel? I feel like my heart has broken. Oh, not just a crumble. My heart was broken into dust. "Papa approved Mama's divorce suit also because of Sister Fia. Brother Fia said 'Why defend Mama, if Mama does not want to be maintained?' Brother Fia has a point too." 

Seen a stroke of sadness from his tone. I'm speechless. I'm thinking. Defending Mama? For me? Is that pointless? Maybe it's no use for Brother Fia because he's been in college. But, for me? I'm the one who stepped on 6th grade SD? Is that useless? Oh my God, should I be an adult before my time? I looked towards the wall clock. It's been 10 minutes these tears have flowed. These tears don't want to stop. The emotions I had been suppressing all this time spilled out instantly. Why is all this happening to me?

April 03, 2014

"Mama is married." Said Brother Fia with a flat face.

"Oh, huh? All right, then." My answer is ordinary.

Yes, we are not surprised. What's the surprise for? After all, it's all Mama's fault. Now we know everything. My mother left home for unhappy reasons. However, in reality there was a lecherous man out there who caught my mama's attention.

"Fuckin' man!" My brother suddenly said. Brother Fia emotion. He could not hold everything.

"Already, Brother. Let it go." I said with a smile and left the room. That guy wasn't just a dick. He is the worst trash among the worst garbage. Trashy? Yeah, trash! Mamma. He who should be beside me has been with another man. I don't know what was in that man to the point of making my mother fall for him. Indeed, the man did not know that my mother already had a husband?! Really don't know yourself. My tears are not going to dry. I miss Mama.

November 12th, 2014

"Father! Come splinter! Celin is late!!" I snapped at Papa. My father just fell silent. He took the medicine and then took the key. His look was very non-wearing.

I'll be on the bike soon. Perhaps, my Papa's emotions are no longer contained.

"Celin, you are no different from your mother. Your mama was stubborn. You don't be like him! Your mother's bad qualities don't you imitate! You are stupid! You should just imitate your Mama's good nature!" Papa yelled at me while driving. It made people watch me. I'm shy. I want to get angry. I want to scream.

No one picked me back from school. Forced, I had to walk. My school is not too far away. Pampered? Not that! The stuff in my bag is too heavy. My back hurts if it keeps going like this. "Celin' home!" I said in a annoyed tone.

"Are you home?" Ask papa casually.

"Celin is coming home at this hour. Papa doesn't know? Oh yeah, Papa never picked Celin back from school." I said taking off my shoes.

"Never pick it up?" Ask my dad whose emotions are starting to rise.

"mmm.. Ever so. How many times is it? Can be counted on fingers." I said while entering the room. My papa's speechless. I know, my dad must be very emotional.

I sat on the bed with emotions still overflowing. I picked up my phone and immediately listened to music at a loud enough volume. Suddenly my father came into my room.

"Celin, why are you so unruly now? Why do you have so many gini fights?" Ask Papa.

"I miss Mama. I just want Mama." I answered briefly.

"Yes, let's just say that Brother Fia is your Mama." My father replied casually.

"Sister Fia is not Mama! And Sister Fia can never be like Mama! Celin just needs Mama! Not Brother Fia!" My yelling. "Celine!!!" My father raised his hand ready to slap me.

"Slap, Pa!! Slap it! Celin's not scared!" I answered with emotion. There was a sound of crying, Fia. He immediately took the key and went out of nowhere. Papa's out of my room.

The incident was too bitter to remember. My 13-year-old feels that bittersweet. There should be a mother beside me. My brother will never understand I mean so will my father. They were never in my position. They never felt what it would be like to live without their mother at 13. I cried for 15 minutes. I want to hate Mama. I want to hate Papa. But, I hate myself more than trying to hate my real parents.

March 15, 2015

I looked in the mirror. I look so pretty today. I glanced at Brother Fia. Brother Fia looks very graceful with her pink dress. Her beauty is beyond doubt. I looked in the mirror again. Trying to smile. It's my Papa's wedding day. I should be happy, right? Having a "New mother". Today, my father will marry a widow of two children. Honestly, I don't want my father to get married again. No one can replace my mom. Even though Mom cheated. Yeah, thats. When the wedding was over I sat on the living room couch. I saw a picture of Mama Papa on the light blue wall. I observed Mama Papa's happy smile. Oh, lovely. 

"Cellin.." Aunt Tyas said softly while sitting next to me.

"Yes? What's up, Auntie?" My answer.

"mmm.. Look, the family of your 'new mother' will come here. Aunty wants help, take off all the pictures of your Mama and Papa. Keep it in your room." Said Aunt Tyas without sin. "But, Auntie, later if your family has come home, can the photo be installed again?" I asked quietly.

"Yes not dong, dear Celin. Your mother is no longer part of our family." Answer Aunt Tyas while peeping my forehead. Then he stood up and approached my father. For me, my mom is still part of my family. Mama was no substitute. Once more. Mama was no substitute.

My tears grew even more when I remembered that there was now another woman who was with Papa. It doesn't feel willing. But, yeah, that's it.

"I miss Mama." I said lirih. I looked at the wall clock. I cried for 23 minutes.

"I miss Mama. I miss Mama's embrace. I miss Mama's kiss. I miss Mama's cooking. I miss hearing Mom's voice. I miss hearing Mama's laughter. I miss when Mom picks me up at school. I miss when I go out with my mom. I miss when Mama sings sleep songs for me. I miss when Mama told me about her childhood. I miss when Mama told me to take a shower." 

"I miss when Mama is angry with me. I miss Mama's little pinch. I miss when Mama braids my long hair. I miss when Mom feeds me. I miss when Mama water the plants. I miss when my mom sings. I miss Mama! I just need Mama! I don't want anything else! Just Mama! If only time could be repeated! I won't let Papa Mama get divorced!" I'm yelling. Indeed, no one heard my screams because I was alone at home. I can't stand the longing and the emotion. I just wanted to blow it all away through my cries and screams.

"Celin can't cry anymore. Celin must rise. Celin strong. Celin can. Celin must learn to be grateful for life and live happily." I said to myself. I smile. I'm lyric on my bedroom wall clock, 27 minutes. I cried for 27 minutes. Now, I'm relieved. I still miss Mama, but at least I'm calmer. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. I went back to the room and slept. I wish I dreamed of a simple family that lived happily. My old family. The family is now broken, but I still love her.

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Description: Wardhani (tenor author)

Hii. Call me Wardhani. I am 14 years old. This is my first post (because my friend Alifa said I have a talent for writing and I have a concept and a story) Sorry if it's still a mess. Actually, this is my story. But I don't want many people to know. Because I am afraid of being blasphemed. Therefore, I do not use my real name in the short story. I'm a broken home kid. I Love My Broken Home Family's.