Between You and My Parents
Chapter 3 Likes to Narrow
Days change, the rainy season has changed the dry season. I go through the days as usual. Unexpectedly after I didn't go to class. From that moment on I studied hard again as my Master and my mother wanted.
I've moved up to 5th grade and Roy just got into school. Now that I've grown up and come home from school I can't go play games with friends. I have to help mom in the kitchen, do the dishes and go downstairs to help dad.
It was 13:00 WIB. I was at home changing clothes, praying, and supposed to rest.
"Dindaaaaaa". Shouted om Ridwan.
I took the Quran with me in a fit of annoyance because I could not rest a little.
I sat next to him after taking the water.
And start reading
⁇ ⁇ ⁇ alif lam miiim "right"
⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ Dzaalikal kitaabu laa Roybapi.--" My ears were immediately pinched by Ridwal.
"What's? Ulaaangen". With such a high tone.
"Dzaalikal kitaabu la raiba fiihi hudan lil muttaqiin". I'm still patient
الَّذِيْنَ يُؤْمِنُوْنَ بِالْغَيْبِ وَيُقِيْمُوْنَ الصَّلٰوةَ وَمِمَّا رَزَقْنٰهُمْ يُنْفِقُوْنَ ۙ - ٣
"Alladziina Yu'minuuna bilghaibi wayuqiimuuna sholaata wa minmarazaqnaahum yumfiquun"
"sneakers". Suck my ears again.
"Alladziina Yu'minuuna bilghaibi wayuqiimuuna sholaata wa mimmaa razaqnaahum yunfiquun". My eyes then glazed over because my ears were reddened to feel hot because they continued to be flicked and fettered by Ridwan.
وَالَّذِيْنَ يُؤْمِنُوْنَ بِمَآ اُنْزِلَ اِلَيْكَ وَمَآ اُنْزِلَ مِنْ قَبْلِكَ ۚ وَبِالْاٰخِرَةِ هُمْ يُوْقِنُوْنَۗ - ٤
"Walladziina yu'minuuna bimaaa unzila ilaika wamaa unzila min qablika wabil endati hum yuuqinuun"
اُولٰۤىِٕكَ عَلٰى هُدًى مِّنْ رَّبِّهِمْ ۙ وَاُولٰۤىِٕكَ هُمُ الْمُفْلِحُوْنَ - ٥
"Ulaaaika 'alaa hudammin rabbihim wa ulaaika humul mufliyun". Because of my fear of repeating the reading up to 3x.
"More his voice.i-a-i-u-what are you, until now you have not been able to read the Qur'an. Remodelled". Snapping om Ridwan makes my air floss.
"Ulaaaika 'alaa hudan min rabbihim wa ulaaika humul muflihuun. Syodaqallah hul'Aziiim". I closed the Quran and died om ridwan.
I cried in my room, I was hungry and wanted to eat chalk. But my footsteps stopped because of the father who had just returned from the market.
"Dindaa..-you keswah yes, grass cabitin for the cows. You feel tired". Say it to your father while entering his room.
I let out a breath, I could not resist the will of my father and mother. I am a difficult person to resist my family's wishes. But they also have a hard time understanding my desires.
Before lunch I went downstairs at 14:25 WIB. "I am so hungry." My complaint is in my heart. With tears I continued to tear the grass in the field, alone in the middle of the field with the hot sun. I continued to scavenge my scythe until the grass was enough to eat 3 cows.
"Now who will help me lift the grass that has been inserted into this large sack". I said looking at my closeness.
Because azan ashar has started. I tried to lift the grass my shoulders were so heavy and could finally ride my shoulders in various ways I did, my tears were constantly dripping. I feel weak because I haven't eaten since after school.
"You don't eat if you don't eat". My mother who saw me was so pale. Mother always looked after me, but could not resist the wishes of her husband's father and family.
I quietly walk to the bathroom to clean my body and will pray first before eating. I finished praying, and sat down for a while because I was still tired.
"Dindaaaaaa..--- what's your job from now on?" Shouted aunt Rini who walked into my room after seeing the kitchen.
"me". Not finished answering is cut.
"Ohhh..-you're good-going to sit back in the room. You look in the room. Huh.--you are ugly, black. Kinky again.wearing use event mirror everything. .--- wash the dishes, clean the kitchen now." Aunt Rini's jerks.
"Yes allaaahhhhh..-- I'm so tired". I complained with teary eyes again.
I will stand but my ears have been pinched and pulled from behind. My ears were pulled to get up and head for the kitchen.
"You are deaf or how is heh.- if you are told to quickly work on it. Aunt Rini's words grabbed my ears.
"Aduhh tantee..--sakitt". My complaint. Flowing my tears while cleaning the kitchen .
When I finished I was still crying. My hunger was suddenly gone replaced with an excruciating sadness of pain.
I can't go play like most of my friends. I just spend time working.
"Son..- mom doesn't know what to do. You are patient, son. Tomorrow you will be happier when that time comes." Mother said to me when she saw me in the room still crying.
I did not answer my mother's words to comfort me. I just nodded, but my tears wouldn't stop.
"Have you eaten, son?". Ask mom.
I just shook my head. Signs I haven't eaten at all.
"Mom take rice first, son". Say mother got up from her seat.
"No need to open.-- I'm not hungry." I answered without looking into my mother's eyes.
My mother finally came out with a sad and pitiful face to me.
I can't fight, I can't fight either. The fear made me unable to resist everything related to my family.
Stupid, and innocent is inside me. My daily activities are Njai, rice fields and cleaning the kitchen. No more playing around in childish times. Just school-working.
"We have exams tomorrow, how about we study at your house, Dinda ?". Said one of my friends sitting with me at the school.
"Dindaaa.- Linda said I scattered my daydreams.
"Oh. Yes can. We go straight to my school." I said with pleasure.
After I got home, Linda, and Naya went home. Arriving at home I did not find my mother, father and others, no matter where they went. I took rice and side dishes for lunch with my friends.
When we finished eating, suddenly the door opened.
"Dad..-Kok not salam anyway !". My words suddenly startled the father who entered in hastily.
"Ah. Assalamualaikum, any guests?". Say it with a smile.
"Waalaikumussalam.-Where are the people's fathers?" Ask my dad.
"Ah that's behind. We'll be there soon." Answer father.
Me and my friends started to stand up and were going to start learning, however.
"Dinda, after you've finished eating you've got to eat for the cows". Speak to me and go away.
"But ayaaah--- me and my friends will study together. Tomorrow we'll have our final school exam". A little hesitant to convey my heart.
"Later in the evening you learn, prepare food for the cows first". Dad's orders. I'm a little embarrassed for my friends.
"A-a-I'll go downstairs..--- are you guys going to come?". With a stutter I asked my friends for permission.
"Dinda..-- are you always downstairs?" Ask Linda.
"I-i-yeah..-this is my activity after school."
"Yes allaah-you should play with us. But yes, we have helped Din.- ayok." Said Naya who was so sorry for me.
After arriving at the rice fields the three of us sat down while telling me about my activities and their different activities. And until finally they permission to go home because it was not used to the hot sun.
"Dinda..-- You're okay we stay !". Linda held my hand.
"Yes.-I'm fine." Answer me with a smile.
"OKs. If we go back, yes. Don't forget to study later tonight." Naya said and left in front of me.
And in the end I remained alone in that activity without them understanding me.
After graduating from Elementary School, I went to the boarding school. But I was not allowed to stay in the dormitory because my house was close to school. About 3 kilos from the house said aunt and om Ridwan.
I walked through the fields towards the village. Then along a large road to the boarding school (MTs).
You can imagine I walked alone at that time because I was the only one who entered the boarding school of all my friends.
Never imagined how tired I had to walk from school to home especially during the dry season.
When I was really tired from walking for 3 kilos. At that time my father, aunt, and om, did not care about my situation.
I have to do everything they want. Hours 14.10 WIB.
"Dindaaa here". Call aunt Maya (father's 3rd brother)
"Yes tan!". Not excited because I still feel tired.
"Let's help aunty bring this rice to the storehouse". Saying aunty maya that shows me the rice that has been sown, the rice will be ground into rice.
"Well!!. Isn't it wrong that much". I said in my heart I saw about 45 quintals.
"Change clothes there first". Aunt Rini's pinta to me.
Without answering the aunt's request, I walked into the room to change into a uniform. The turbulent emotions I couldn't let out. But if I don't want to, I definitely have to meet Ridwan who likes to touch my ears. Because it's time I learned njai.
Aunt Maya and Aunt Rini began to uphold the sack containing rice for me to the grinder who was away from home about a kilo from home. And it passed through the rice fields also across the river as big as a ditch.
Yes, good because there is still water despite the dry season.
Once in the mill we three can not talk anymore because the weight you are sung to make my head twitched.
"My life is like this. It's never like my friends can play games." My word is in my heart.
"Let's go, let's just tell your aunt to be seduced by her boyfriend." Take Aunt Rini who asked me to drink mixed ice in the barn next to the warehouse.
I smiled and followed Aunt Rini's footsteps.
While I was drinking ice, Aunt Rini told me to quickly finish the ice in my hand. And he went to see the storehouse.
"Maybe it's so, you wait here, auntie wants to see". Aunt Rini's titah. And I just nodded.
"Let's go home." Take the aunt who came back to call me. We brought the rice home.
Arriving at home, I feel happy because I have a holiday downstairs as well as I have a holiday to learn to read the Quran. Actually I like to read the Koran, just because om like to flinch so I should always be afraid when studying. Seeing his shadow was scary.
Until finally Om Ridwan married and moved from his new home. And continued with the death of my grandmother because of the stroke she suffered so far. I'm just sad that I have to do it again.
Forty days after Rini's aunt's grandmother got married and left home for her husband. That's when I was freed from the hobby of those who like to touch my ears until reddened and mengewernya until it feels hot in the ear.
If aunty maya was married before Ridwan and aunt Rini married.
