A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 1 I Don't Understand

"Eh, you're the bastard found in the trash!" said the woman while pointing at the head of the 8-year-old little girl.

The little girl just bowed down full of fear, so that her body curled up against the wall. He was used to all the treatment of the woman he used to call 'mother.

In his little heart he always asked why the woman could hurt him with words that sometimes he did not understand. Honestly, he did not understand why he was called an illegitimate child. He also never knew why the attitude of the mother he hoped like other mothers could hate him.

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The girl was trapped under a shady banyan tree. He looked at his friends who were playing cheerfully. Asril, the boy who had a stocky body and glasses was playing hapless with Tyo, Rully, and Rusli. Asril always wins, his laughter comes off. 

Not far from the playground Asril and his friends, Rani and his five friends play jumping rope. They seem to jump spirit, although sometimes some are annoyed because they can not jump and eventually become rubber rope holders.

Nesa just smiled, how happy they were. Like there is no burden to bear. Unlike him, his days are filled with fear by the anger he often receives.

If other children get angry because of their mistakes, but not with them. Not doing anything wrong remains the target of his mother's anger.

"Lord, what's my fault that I can't have happiness like them?" murmured Nesa while sighing. 

At just 8 years old, Nesa has been through a lot of painful things. He became quiet without his peers. Even at school he never had breakfast, and he often held back when he saw other friends buying snacks.

Yes, his mother rarely gave him pocket money. Not because he could not afford pocket money, but that is how Lasmi who did not want the results of her husband's efforts used for the purposes of Nesa.

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"Mom, Nesa's hungry" Nesa's fighting after school.

"That's no yam, just eat it but don't spend it."

"That's rice and fish, ma'am."

"That's for Resti!" exclaim his mother in a high tone.

"May you take a little rice, ma'am? I eat salt, it's okay, the fish make Dek Resti."

"You are this, yes. Continue reading, just take one centong, don't do much!"

"Yes, Mom. Thank you, Mom."  Nesa's face was shining.

He immediately took the plate and rice. He enjoyed the rice he had sprinkled with salt. 

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"Dad's home yet?" lasmi to her husband.

"Already, Mom. It's dad bringing pizza, the kids are gonna love it."

"Life, Resti! I got pizza, son. Hurry here, let's eat together, "call Anarya to her two daughters while pulling up a chair and sitting on it.

Two little girls appeared from the room to the dining room that was united with the kitchen.

"Gazzy ... You know what our favorite is" exclaimed Nesa as her small hand reached for a slice of pizza on the table.

"Ehm .. ehm .. ehm ...." Lasmi.

Nesa knows the code, Nesa also understands what she has to do.

"Nesa just take one, Dad."

"Why?"

"Nesa is full, Dad. I ate rice." 

"Oh, dear dong dad buy. Yes, it's okay, Nesa ate just enough. Take another 2 pieces and save it for breakfast tomorrow morning," said Anarya gently as she rubbed the head of her beloved child.

"Resti would, too, Dad." Resti also participated.

"Yes, may be dear," Anarya replied with a fluffy smile.

Anarya is a father figure who is very dear to his two children. Especially for Nesa, the child she loved so much, the baby she made as a redeemer of her guilt.

"Nesa, I promise to keep you, son," Anarya promised in her heart.

There was a slashing wound scratch when Anarya said that. Flashes of the past flashed through the memories in his memories. Many wounds that have not dried up until now.

As soon as possible Anarya wiped the clear point in the corner of the net so as not to be seen by his wife, a wife who is unable to have her heart.