A Pile of Misses in Words.
My letter reply:Part 1
Palembang, January 14, 2011.
Although it was only in a matter of days that I got to know ### Mas Yoki.
But that feeling kept growing and getting us closer. Something that I really could never understand, as did Mas Yoki. Without ever we both know, what will happen next at the end of the relationship that has been established between us. However, one thing I know and definitely the feeling of comfort is in me, when I have to share all the grief or happiness that I experience with him.
He really made me feel less alone and lonely again, in the life I was living right now.
This morning at about 06:15:13 my fingers were already itching, to immediately type a message on him and immediately want to know his condition.
the Assalamu'alaikum Warohmatulohi Jabarokatuh Mas Yoki.
And my message has not been answered by him.
I did not wait until Mas Yoki returned my message, as I had to get ready to leave for work immediately.
I am so tired today.
So that you can open the incoming message from Mas Yoki at 21:53:56.
Two messages came from him.
Reply to a message from him I sent this morning.
- Wa'alaikumussalam Warohmatulohi Westarokatuh.
Yes Dek Wulan.
A message from Mas Yoki tonight.
the Assalamu'alaikum Warohmatulohi Westarokatuh.
Is Dek Wulan home yet?.
And a message came back from him at 22:56:42.
Which order, I opened at midnight.
Because after the course I immediately overslept, so as not to return a message from him.
- Yes already, if Dek Wulan replies to a message from his mas.
Have a good night, Dek Wulan.
Since it was late at night, I did not return any messages from him and continued to write my reply to Mas Yoki.
First page.
Palembang, January 14, 2011.
On Friday.
Assalamu'alaikum Warohmatulohi.
Dear.. .Mas Yoki's.
Sepi invites behind the night.
The moonlight dimmed. Remang mute in solitude.
Where my body leads my fingers. And carve a row of words into my metamorphosis of life.
To a creature named Adam
" Yoki Manunggal Soewarno ".
My full name: Wulandari
It is said that many people describe my name, as a person who lives in concern.
It's according people to me.
But the younger brother is more often called with enough Wulan name only.
Boyolali was born on December 6, 1990.
Where my hobbies are reading books, being alone, writing diaries, singing, drawing and teasing or crying.
My sister watched Asian dramas and listened to slow songs.
And eating chocolate and ice cream, as my mood generator.
When sadness greets me.
And I guess enough basic introduction from me.
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Page two:
The second child of two brothers.
Thank God my sister is a sister.
Sister sister is married.
And now it has five children, who live in Bandar Lampung.
The sister's sister is married. Since the age of fourteen years. And thank God the house is fine.
Until the age of marriage has stepped seventeen years.
Well, from the marriage of this sister's sister.
That became the beginning of my little family's migration to this empek-empek city.
My sister was born in Java.
Where childhood sister.
It doesn't seem like much fun, as it does for children in general.
My sister can say that.
Because there are several factors behind it:
When my sister was eight years old.
My sister drowned in the river, even twice.
Sister's bed was once burned, because of mosquito repellent.
And thank God my brother survived.
Less than four years old.
The younger brother had to run a major operation on the left leg of the younger brother.
Because at that time, sister's foot fell off the motorcycle.
Which resulted in a broken ankle.
Must be in operation.
Where the pain is still felt until now.
My sister was also chased by crazy people when she came home from Kindergarten.
Because so scared sister to enter people's homes.
He climbed up the window of his house, and hid until the afternoon.
Where at that time, all the family sister panicked and anxiously searched for the whereabouts of the sister.
It was just a glimpse of the life of Mas Yoki's sister.
Ugh.
To start a life story about Wulan.
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Page three:
From birth in this world to the present.
Sister never saw or knew, even given the same opportunity Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala did not.
To be able to look at the face of my father once.
At first, everything was ordinary. Although everyone around the sister, has a father figure in her life. And my sister only has a mother.
It makes my sister grateful.
But as time goes by. Question after question kept on touching my sister's mind.
Is that dad?.
Who is the real father?.
Wh why?.
Why had Wulan never known that figure in this life?.
Well, those are all questions that always come to Wulan's mind.
Mas Yoki's.
Honestly Mas Yoki is the only person who will probably really know all about his sister.
All the things you've been afraid of and hiding all this time.
Less than twenty years.
The sister must live in lies and fear.
Mas Yoki knows.
The younger brother's life was not as beautiful as Mas Yoki had thought all along.
Because even now.
Honestly, my sister never really knew.
Who is the real biological father of the sister.
Something truth that hurts and hurts to accept.
It's like everything's in my mind system.
To truly believe the words of my mother and sister.
That my brother's father really died.
But the truth is not like that.
Mother sister ### may not include someone who is good in anyone's eyes.
But for my own sister.
As bad as any circumstances and habits of mother sister.
Mother is a mandatory dear sister with sincerity and sincerity.
Until about three years ago.
Brother must know the worst reality in the life of his sister, Mas Yoki.
If sister.
Athaghfirullah, a younger brother is a child born without marital status.
And even more painful, Mas Yoki.
No one ever wanted to tell Wulan.
I don't know, is it because mother and sister want to cover the disgrace.
Or intending not to make your sister sad, for the truth.
Until now mother and sister sister.
Never and unwillingly, to give reasons for the lies they do.
All this time to myself.
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Page four:
Wulan's mother did have negative behavior.
But all of that never faded the affection of his sister to love him. What is and sincerely.
The relationship between Mother and Sister never got along.
Sometimes it is the sister who must always put the heart of the sister, in a very difficult position.
His mother's sister had a very bad habit and was cursed before Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.
He was in a relationship with men without a legitimate status.
And Mas Yoki must know that.
Where it is that encourages sister sister, to invite the migration of mother and sister to the city of Palembang.
The hometown where her sister and husband's sister settled, and lived her domestic life.
Eventually they decided to move to Bandar Lampung.
And leave sister also mother in foreign lands overseas.
Intended and intended to be able to organize a better mother's life.
The point is that you hope you can change.
From childhood when all the kids my age enjoyed their golden years.
By playing full of laughter, in a joyous and loose sense of happiness, while playing with his friends.
However, all of that was inversely proportional to Wulan's life.
Everything has to evolve.
It's so hard to define Wulan's personality.
To be more sensitive in responding to all errors seen, heard and felt by this body.
Yes, Mas Yoki.
My soul must be wrought to become an adult.
Who has a wise mind in an instant and periodic timeframe.
My mother was not a person with good manners.
And this is what makes the relationship between my mother and my sister.
Until arriving in the city of Palembang.
Mother's behavior becomes.
It is also in the grumpy indifference and arrogant attitude of my older sister, along with her family-in-law.
That increasingly makes the mother feel alone and isolated in the overseas land.
I don't know why.
Sister sister is so changed in nature, when me and mother live with her.
Setali three money, like a paddle in tatters. That attitude was also reciprocated by the carelessness and anger of the mother.
Well, mother remarried to a man who already had a wife.
For the reason that he lived alone and was alienated by my own sister.
At that time Wulan had just stepped on the first grade of Elementary School.
Ah, if you remember it was a lean time in Wulan's life.
The worst and bleakest times in the course of the growth and development of sister.
As a child who is supposed to get happiness and affection.
But there are only tears and pain, which always accompany the growth of the younger brother. To get through the day by day his growing age of sister.
