Arumi Sekar

my sire

When I was six, and I was in elementary school, my mother married a man who I thought had a strange face and body, many small lumps as large as grapes adorned his entire body, even with his face.

At first I was horrified to see the appearance of my mother's new husband, but with time, I was getting used to it, even because it could not be separated from his good and warm attitude to my mother and also to me.

And at the age of marriage that is still a month, finally my mother became pregnant with the seed of the man who married and accepted it so sincerely, even though he was not a handsome and well-established man, he said, at least he has treated my mother very well, even willing to bear all my needs which in fact is not his biological child.

My mother gave birth to a very beautiful baby girl, her nose was big, her eyes wide, and her tiny lips added to her white skin color.

at that time I was anxious, and even jealous of the presence of my sister, I was afraid, my mother no longer cared and loved me, I was afraid, but the anxiety was overcome with the usual attitude of the mother who did not change in loving me, mother was just a little strict with me, advising me to love my sister, also want to learn to help with homework, mother was just a little bit, even if only by sweeping.

over time, which continued to run, to the point where a difficult and hard life lived my mother, my father continued to get sick, almost once a month he had to be hospitalized, he said, with the situation of my mother who has since married the good man, the mother who was asked only to stay at home took care of us and took care of the house, only, automatic confusion because confused must how to connect life with the savings are dwindling, let alone the age of my little sister, which is not possible for mothers to live working.

asking for help to the father's family is impossible, it can be guessed if they will certainly pretend to be deaf and blind with the difficulties of mother and father, he said, because my extended family clearly shows his dislike for my mother, the reason is quite cliche, yes because my mother is poor who has nothing.

sad and sorry to see his tired face, there was a gurat nestapa that was clearly visible on his shady face, but not a word was thrown complaints from the lips of my tough woman.

when my mother went back to the hospital to take care of my father, I was the one who kept my sister at home, we had several families from my mother whose house was close together, but none of them would care, as if deaf and blind to the distress we are going through, they will only be kind and say hello when given something, but when we need help they will stay away and seem to not know us brothers.

still clearly I remember that time, the disease my father continued was getting worse, there must be a medical action that requires surgery, because the growing flesh on his thigh must be removed immediately, he said, in order not to spread anywhere, with a messy economic situation, the mistress is looking for costs, in various ways, from selling goods that can be sold, borrowing here and there, but the results are still very less, he said, when despair began to hurt the mother's soul, God's help came in His beautiful way, the office where the father worked, willing to bear all the costs of surgery and treatment until the father healed, and the office also gave a little help for the mother in the form of money, all I don't know is how much money is in the long white envelope that has been tucked in by one employee at the office where you work.

continue to hope with good things, keep firm sky is a prayer of kindness and reflect on all the mistakes and errors that have been created, realized, repent, converted, and converted, and fix yourself towards a better direction, insya Alloh Alloh will always take care of us completely.

because we never know what we want and will choose what life is like in this world, we cannot avoid a predetermined destiny.

not always that difficult life closes off success, it all depends on how we accept and live our destiny.