Behind the Sin of Anindiyah

CHAPTER 1 . PROLOGUES

My name is Anindiyah Qoirunnisa.

And I am the third of the four children, the first my brother named Edi, and the second named Solomon, the third is me, and the last is my brother named Riki.

I was born from an underprivileged person but I am still grateful for that even though we all have to fast sometimes to hold back hunger.

In order to help my parents I had to be willing to work at my young age and I was 11, where all the children were busy playing and attending school ill-fated I had to work from home to another, for the sake of survival even though not how much I could but very meaningful for our family.

Honestly in my heart I feel jealous of my brother who had felt elementary school even though he did not continue to the Junior High level, at least you already know about writing. But not me, I'm just an illiterate boy at 11 this year.

But with my persistence and confidence that I can, in order to write and read, I learned it by self-taught until I could write and that was enough for me. Because Mother said, I can cook and work enough because it is in vain if Mother, send me to school! because later the boy will be the king in the house so Abang in school because later he will be in control. And for my brother who is number two, my brother with special needs so it is enough to just sit still and wait for food from the house.

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"Mine!" my mother shouted while I was in the room.

"Yes, why?"

"Where's the money you got today," I was just asking you for the money I earned from helping you wash oranges, and I got 10 grand.

and in 2003 that money was enough. And Mother had no intention of telling me to eat and asked for the wages I had earned all day with great difficulty.

"It's Mom!" I said, inwardly wanting me to cry because I felt that Mom had chosen me.

"Oh yes, tomorrow you are invited to the garden to harvest chilies so early in the morning you have to wake up!"

"Yes" I replied lethargic.

"Alhamdulilah, get another windfall" I said, with a heavy feeling I entered the room again.

And why all this time I've never played outdoors and just laid on my shabby bed, it's because I don't have friends. And they're kids my age don't want to be friends with me for a reason that they don't want to be friends with me! according to them I was just a poor boy my face was dirty and black and the clothes and pants I was wearing were some that were hollow and unworthy to wear. Because I can't afford to buy, I'm mom! Mother, just care about my other brother without looking at me.

"Mom, Mommy!" bang Edi shouted at Mom and it sounded from the direction of my room.

"why the hell yells I'm not a budge Ed,"

"How much is it,"

"Thousand Mum!"

I who peered from the sidelines of the room made of bamboo, can see clearly Mother who was giving money to Bang Edi.

I pensively thought about whether I wasn't his son? why am I treated differently? everything became one spinning inside my brain.

after I peeked I lay on my stomach while occasionally wiping my tears that fell without me asking.

If you were still there, maybe my fate would not be like this! if I am told to choose between two choices then it is better for me to come with the Father, so as not to feel the pain of envy while at my age I am still a child and it is not human.

I came out with puffy eyes because my stomach felt sore in because from this morning it had not filled at all.

"Mom" call me to Mom.

"What?" then that's how my mother's answer looks very thin if I'm with me.

"What food is there?" I asked in the flat mode.

"Don't ask too many questions! if you want to eat look at the hood there's a side dish!"

Again the sound he gave me.

Then I walked to a wooden table that was the width and length of a typical table of the ancients.

When I opened there was only salted fish and sambel terasi because I was hungry then for me the side dish was already delicious.

When I was eating suddenly bang edi came in and was about to take the plate as well, but that made me crowded bang Edi took out the fish shady from inside the tool cabinet without turning and offering me. Whether I want to or not! what are you eating with? not at all! the pain of envy that is embedded in this heart I will one day reply. These are the words I speak from within.

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the dark story and injustice made Anin become indifferent to his family again, and Anin would reply to his heartache later. Not the desire to be a sinner? but because of a very painful incident that made him enjoy the sins he committed and because of poverty until he committed a great sin. Can he survive with a myriad of disappointments and heartache that he got from his mother?