Black Pen

Black Pen
55



One day a year, one week a century was real I felt, my days were so bad I went through alone, without family and friends. Caged in despair and sorrow, waiting for tomorrow to hope that happiness will come.


Empty, empty, lonely, this huge house felt so cold. I was in a daydream, if only one of them had been with me, with me who was troubled. Oh my god, I miss my mom. Missing women who have given birth, breastfed and raised me, I miss babe, the dashing man who taught me so much about life, longing aa who is willing at any time to listen to all my complaints. I miss my family, I miss the house where I always come home even late.


The more days my body is getting unkempt, cheekbones start to look prominent, eye bags are getting blackened, even fine wrinkles are starting to appear on my face which has just turned 19 years old .


My mind was in a state of turmoil, my heart never once felt at ease, I was completely alone and lonely, and Dav was like drowning in helplessness.


I looked softly at my baby who is now 3 months old, he began to be smart to talk and face down, he has grown well even though my condition is always not okay.


I smiled proudly as I looked at her, my baby has been a booster in my life, until the moment when Doni looked at me so deeply. He looked at me from various angles, I returned his gaze with a blank look, I suffered so much.


Doni said he was going to take me out of the house, apparently he understood many things, even his parents.


I was so happy to hear his words, even though I didn't expect much from him, given his true nature. Talk a lot but in fact until this moment I still suffer.


I was standing right in front of their door, maybe my attitude was wrong, but I was so curious about what they were talking about that I had to say my name.


Apparently Doni had talked to his mother about wanting to take me out of the house. No one approves of it, just because they think of me as a burden to Doni.


My heart was beating so fast, hoping it was just a nonsense conversation. I soon passed from the door of the room, my tears could not be contained, it was so sad it felt like crying so much.


I went back to my room, I put my eyes on the ceiling, I saw there was a dream there that I wanted to make but had to just vanish.


I tried to contact Doni, I told him everything I had heard, as usual Doni just fell silent without caring anything I said.


"Bring me away"


The end of the sentence I said, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand being here alone. They're not my family, they're strangers I'm riding with. I will always remember this even until I die, their treatment of me, I have promised to be anything in the world, making myself a hanger for them.