A Pile of Misses in Words.

My letter reply:part 2

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Of course after marriage.

My mother immediately lived with her new husband and it was not a legal marriage either.

Especially the new husband of a mother who is intoxicated.

Naudzubillah min dzalik.

It seemed that Wulan did not recognize the people closest to Wulan anymore back then.

Everything changed to revolve my life. Like the gasing that dances over the valley of the merapi.

The flames and heat continue to hurt and hurt me.

Maybe because of the poor attitude of my sister and her family-in-law, which makes you have to do that.

And my older sister might also be cornered in her household dilemma.

Between choosing his biological mother or maintaining the integrity of his household.

By choosing leaning on her husband and family-in-law.

So my sister had to stay away from me.

However, they never realized at all.

If the body is tiny it should be a tantrum of two opposite poles at once.

That is the outpouring of my mother's anger and the annoyance of my sister and her husband.

At that time Wulan preferred to stay with my older sister. Than living with my mother.

The reason is because since childhood Wulan never knew the figure of a father.

And suddenly the figure appeared within this complicated life-flow.

Don't stay.

Hearing those words was frightening and painful for me.

Maybe this is not a wise choice for Wulan.

But that moment of fear, of disappointment, of sadness became this whole picture of the heart.

Her real mother also never confirmed Wulan's feelings.

Even asking about Wulan's situation.

My mother and my sister, each of them seemed to only prioritize their happiness and life.

Without caring about myself.

And she left Wulan.

And prefer to stay and live life with her new husband.

It felt like the figure of a mother, suddenly disappeared from the circulation of Wulan's mind.

At that time, things were very chaotic.

Where her mother, sister and family-in-law had a big fight.

They assume that my mother's behavior has tarnished my reputation and embarrassed my sister's family-in-law.

At that time Wulan could only cry.

Crying and crying until now.

 

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Mas Yoki would never have imagined, how difficult Wulan would have to go through such a difficult time after that.

Where after Wulan decided to live with her older sister Wulan with her husband.

At that time, my older sister set up a warteg to sell food. And meet the needs of the household.

However, his efforts were left to his mother.

And I can't manage it well.

In fact, the warteg was sold by the mother, to meet the interests of her new husband. Who likes to drink.

Finally the problem was exacerbated by the death of my sister's brother-in-law.

And my sister's husband's family blamed my mother for her death.

The problem becomes complex and increasingly difficult. Until my sister and her husband continued their efforts to sell empek-empek.

But it's not that easy.

My mother and sister are fighting over Wulan's custody.

Everyone kept fighting so hard.

So that in the neighborhood divided two supporting blocks.

Mother's support block and my sister's support block.

One day, I came with a group of people to ask for Wulan. But my sister did not want to give my custody to my mother.

Because my sister is scared.

If Wulan later why.

But Mas Yoki knows.

What did my mother and sister do?.

The two of them continued to pull Wulan's hand and body, dragging her around like slaves.

Without thinking about the feelings and pain of the younger brother back then

Until either Wulan gets the strength from where to shout.

That Wulan will stay with my older sister.

Where it makes the mother berated Wulan, with her absorption oath.

That Wulan was an ungodly child, who did not understand the return of the favor.

Mother continued to shout with her harsh words like that.

While Wulan's sister-in-law came and immediately brought Wulan into the house.

 

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Go into the house not to be entertained. But Wulan had to feel thousands of blows from rattan, an electric wire to swat mosquitoes by Wulan's own sister-in-law and older sister.

Pain and pain in the body and heart.

It hurts so much Mas Joki, that Wulan's body must be a blackish blue.

Where until now, my sister still remembers the pain.

And this is only the initial stage of the suffering of the younger brother, Mas Yoki.

After deciding to live with my sister and her husband.

I have to live and live a life according to the rules, which they apply to me.

Every morning Wulan had to get up at 02.00 am to accompany my sister to the market.

That is shopping for fresh fish and its complementary attributes to be made empek-empek. And go home at 04:00 in the morning.

Then my task is continued by preparing the needs of equipment and materials to make pempek.

After that I also have to wash clothes, dishes, clean the house and others.

Until Wulan sat in the fourth grade of Primary School, rough treatment and all the work Wulan continues to do.

Sister-in-law Wulan became a very scary figure for Wulan's life. Because every day he will always meet this thin body by receiving punches, kicks with legs, and in slaps.

If Wulan takes too long and makes a mistake in doing something.

Once in a few days Wulan was not fed anything.

Wulan is in law for taking too long to do something.

Wulan was on her way home from school.

Wulan was very hungry and very thirsty.

And it was unimaginable to Wulan.

Want to eat but Wulan is not given an allowance, to buy food.

But at that time Wulan was really hungry and very hungry.

Alhamdulillahot.

Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala is very good.

Suddenly not far from Wulan walking there was a person who threw food in the trash.

Looking left and right, there was no one.

Wulan took the package of food thrown away by the person.

And Wulan immediately sat down by a tree not far from the trash.

Then Wulan ate the rice Mas Yoki.

Of course with sadness and haru mixed into one.

In enjoying every mouthful after mouthful, the remnants of the former snack of others.

With tears in her eyes.

It felt like at that time Wulan wanted to scream and cry, to spill the sadness that Wulan experienced.

But with Whom Wulan would divide it by then.

I want to lean on who it was at the time.

Everyone did not even want the presence of Wulan.

But at that time Wulan was grateful Mas Yoki. Because Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala still gives favor to Wulan, which is still able to fill the stomach of Wulan empty due to hunger.

That's just a small part of Wulan Mas Yoki's childhood story.

Where Wulan only spent time helping my older sister to work, looking after the niece and cleaning the house.

To the extent that Wulan school was a bit abandoned. Where Wulan rarely goes to school, because she has to help my sister. And my older sister doesn't really care about my education and my school.

Yes, this is because sister-in-law Wulan likes to gamble and drink hard.

So that my sister who sells to sustain the family economy.

It was this possible household problem that made my sister. I don't care about myself, I tend to ignore me.

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Not long from that.

My wife and her husband decided to move to Bandar Lampung.

With a reason to improve their lives and start their household life from scratch.

It was inconceivable that Wulan's feelings at that time, sad mixed with disappointment.

Because Wulan had to be left behind by my sister.

Where she preferred her husband, and left myself and my mother in the overseas lands, without relatives.

How long did my sister go.

Wulan decided not to go with Wulan's mother.

But Wulan stayed with my sister's friend.

Three to four months, but Wulan is not at home.

And just feel depressed by their harsh treatment.

By thinking critically.

Wulan finally went to the mother sister's place.

And talk to him.

That is impossible, if we have to live this way.

With a separate heart and shackled feeling disappointed living in the overseas land, without any relatives.

Finally I agreed to leave the man and chose to stay with Wulan.

While my older sister, there was never any more news to ask me where my mother was.

Finally Mother and Wulan pioneered our lives from the beginning.

By living in a very simple house that is a stacking house.

I opened a business selling rice.

But it's not all three hundred and sixty degrees, it can change my mother's bad habits.

Because the mother who is the backbone of the family, plus the economic crisis, makes the mother have to do her old habits.

By starting a relationship with men without marital bond status.

My words and my advice were never heard.

I just think of Wulan as a meaningless snot child.

 

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It was also in the neighborhood with a full freedom adek residence.

Where the neighborhood of the younger brother lived was full of many sins and negative deeds.

Astarghfirullah's.

Mas Yoki here all these deviant behaviors are all.

Both from negative things and very negative attitudes.

Everything becomes a limitless and uncontrollable scope.

Brother must grow up in a very scary round of the world. In such a horrible environment.

Well, this dimension is also what might further enlarge the negative potential of the mother to review.

All the negative stories of his behavior. Added mediocre kamj economy. So that increasingly makes the mother have to rotate the brain.

To survive in a bad way.

And my sister never heard of it in the least.

But all that does not make Wulan give up, to be able to change mother to become a better person.

Maybe thousands or millions of tears have been shed.

Saatvwitnessed the doomed mother with the striped-nose men.

Wulan's words were never even heard by mother.

Even Wulan often diaci maki by mother.

Even Wulan was told to leave the house.

If you don't want to see what mom did.

Mom just kept getting angry and yelling out loud.

He always just said.

If Wulan was a little kid who knew nothing.

I can't give money to my mom.

Want to get out and get out of the house.

Of course Wulan wants to do it.

But did Wulan have the heart to leave Mother alone.With his attitude away from the path of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.

That question often arises in the mind of Wulan, before deciding to run away from home.