Being a Middle Child

Gathering

The moon adorned the night sky, watching young people roam about. Times have metamorphosed, the night is no longer scary even awaited for teenagers who are drunk with romance.

The clock was eight o'clock at night when I went out to the square, where I made a pact with the Goddess, long garden chairs surrounded by food merchants on the edge of the fence, it is perfect to enjoy a cup of coffee on a cold night.

"God!" call me when parking the motor in front of one of the long park benches. Apparently the Goddess is not alone, she is with her friend who I myself do not know. Tonight Dewi wore a black long jacket and jeans with shoulder-length hair, a stark contrast to the woman on her side who wore a long skirt, jacket and an instant pasmina hood. Gracefully.

"Eh bang" he replied with a smile. I was called Brother by my female friends.

"Known bang, Rani my cousin, I forced her to meet me because I was afraid that the night-night road itself here, hehe," said Dewi introduced her cousin.

"Oh Mercy" I said as I reached out and was greeted by the girl.

"Rani," she replied with a smile. Sweet.

"Have you waited a long time?" I ask both of them.

"Now, bang I have a problem," replied the Goddess with a grim face.

I don't know why I am often a place to confide in my friends both men and women.

"What is the problem?" askaku relaxed while passing to order coffee to one of the merchants on the edge of the fence.

Then return with coffee in a plastic cup and sit in front of Dewi and Rani at a table of cement castings, while smoking a cigarette accompanied by a cup of coffee.

"Old man I bang, every day a loud storm, until he said he wanted to divorce everything," said Dewi then took a deep breath there was a sadness on his face.

"Sad I bang, want so like other people live a quiet life with his parents peaceful, so like, this is every day noisily."

Rani embraces the Goddess to calm her down, the tears of the Goddess are seen beginning to drip.

"The sickest bang, my mother now often brings other men home! if asked the answer is your father first who played fire so the mother bales," continued Dewi with a sobbing start.

"Out Wi, let you calm down, I may not be able to help much just as you can trust me," I said.

Instantly thought I floated thinking of the mother who had often distinguished me from my brothers and her harsh nature was also brought up, too, but at least my mom still loves me as her son and has always been loyal to my dad, there are no significant conflicts in my family.

"Sabar Wi," said Rani briefly while hugging Dewi.

'Conscious and graceful, two words for her' my inner self.

"This is Wi, is it true that your father cheated first?" manyaku.

"Not bang! I'm sure there are only nervous widows who like father. He is the cause" answered the Goddess.

"Are you investigating?" my question, the Goddess nodded surely a sign of yes sure.

I took a deep breath, so sad. So many kids are frustrated because of their parents. Parents who ignore their children for their ego. A child is the fruit of the love of his parents.

If the child is a white paper it is appropriate that he gets the color of happiness not just dark colors from the ego of his parents. But the world is not as beautiful as a fairy tale.

I know both of the Goddess's parents, they are still quite young because of the Goddess's only child. Maturity is not measured by age.

"What do I do?" asked the Goddess instantly disperse my daydream.

"Later we think the way out, let you calm down first, if again the heat is not a solution that there is pollution," I replied.

"Pollution, what a vehicle!" timpal Goddess.

Rani smiles.

'my inner 'sweet.

"Dew while you're staying at my house, mama won't mind anyway so you can be calm too" Rani offered.

"Hm, yes Ran, thank you, bang thank you also yes," said Dewi sincerely.

"Together if you need not hesitate to call the number below," I said while pointing down which in fact there is nothing.

Dewi and Rani laughed.

"Who was Spongebob, haha,"

We laughed crisply. I never told anyone about my problems, I would rather entertain others and keep my wounds neatly like a candle that illuminates but he burns.

Ting.drr.

My laughter shook, the phone sign came in. When I saw the name 'father' calling. Immediately I lift.

"Wa'alaikumsalam yah"

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"In the square,"

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"Yes now,"

Dad called, mom told me to go home. For a child who is used to being ignored it feels like finding an oasis in the desert. Invigorating.

"Oh yes your house where is Ran? let me anterin y'all," I asked Rani.

"Don't go, get out of here" replied Rani with a smile showing her dimples.

"Oh yeah, can dong sometime play, hehe,"

"you can, really bang,"

"Yee. thanks Ran, I'm with you, hehe,"

"Ekhm.." Goddess berdehem.

"What the hell sirik aja," I said to Dewi.

"Yes bang we go home first yes," said Rani to me.

"Ready, ready,"

"Wait to stop by bang,"

"Yes yu ah Ran, thank you bang, we go home first" said Dewi as she passed.

"Ready, careful on Rani's road, hehe,"

I passed, riding my bike. The initial intention of going home to the boarding house I canceled, so I went home.

The night road was empty, there were only orens lights in some places on the side of the road, I was racing the iron horse at medium speed. Imagine being with family at home. Ah, pleased.

At home now there is only mom, dad, Ikbal also tea Ami wife A Asep my first brother. The others have their own world. A Asep worked in Medan after marriage while second brother A Faqih and Miftah went to a boarding school.

While I was not interested in the cottage at all, there was something that made me run away from the cottage. But I really didn't mean to hurt my parents, just that I had a way and a way to live.

I learned so much from the streets, about the togetherness I never had, about solidarity that makes me feel there and about respect that makes me understand that life needs not only material and books but also social intelligence.

At nine o'clock I got home.

"Assalamualaikum," my greetings when going to enter the living room located in the back.

In this not-so-widespread light brown room, there was only a television and a carpet. My family used to hang out here when the night was over.

When I came in there was Dad, Mama, Ami tea and Ikbal watching television.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," they answered in unison.

"Eh Mat has come home, eat first son," said mama softly.