Black Room

A negligent servant

Heaven and Hell are in the hands of the husband.

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I woke up in the morning blind with a pot butts that went out in my hand. Last night I fell asleep before I sucked up. I put the pot butts in the ashtray. My BB shows at four in the morning.

I lifted the lid on the dining table after I peed from the bathroom. The fish cob last night is still there. I decided to eat because my stomach was hungry. Maybe because of my hungry stomach I woke up in the morning blind.

Mom came out of her room while I was eating. Her eyes were so puffy, did mom cry again all night? While the father may have run away again as usual after a fight with the mother.

"Tumben, you get up early" said Mom and walked to the bathroom.

I just kept quiet and kept eating. After coming out of the bathroom, she made hot tea and sat down in front of me. No more ten minutes of talk.

"Your father, it seems like he will no longer be coming home to this house" said the mother starting to speak.

I just kept quiet and washed my hands after eating. I wait for my mother's next words.

"Your father says he's sick of living with mom. The thing that you can't understand why she can say that" said the porch mother blowing hot tea with her teary eyes.

"Mom always forgives whenever your father hurts you.."

"Mom, why don't you just get a divorce with daddy" Cut me quick.

Mom looked at me in silence, "You've said that twice, son"

In the past, I also advised my mother to divorce with her father. I think it's better than being together and pitting their egos.

"Yes it's better than the mother continuing to eat the heart in the face of the father's selfishness, ?" My heart and drink.

"Mother always prayed in every obligation so that this family could be whole. Maybe for you a divorce is the best option rather than staying together but only raising the ego. But for divorced mothers is the choice of people who resigned and give up to the situation"

"Mom doesn't know why your father changed. She's lost and it's hard for me to direct. The world has managed to make his heart and logic blind. But I always forgive and choose to pray that the door of your father's heart is opened. That's why I didn't talk about anything when she came home from her escape"

"Truly, men are the responsibility of every family. A wife's heaven and hell are in the hands of her husband. Mother always reminded him to return to his square as a servant. But your father was always angry and scolded me whenever I advised him"

Tears began to fall into my heart. I get angry and hate my father. But I can't do anything and and just hold all that grief in deep.

"Don't go first" said the mother who read my moves, who would step away "Mom knows you hate your father. You don't want to hear stories about him. But you should know all this. And only you can tell me"

I was silent with my back slumped. Mom sipped her hot tea. Steam came out of his cold mouth.

"You are the child most similar to him. Almost all of your body is a copy of your father. Your attitude and character are almost the same as your father's"

I was disgusted by what my mother said. Indeed, I look like my father. The face, nose, eyes, and skin are all copies of the father. But I was disgusted by that fact because I didn't want to be like a father.

"You can't dodge it even if you hate it. Falling fruit will not fall far from the tree. And you..."

"But I don't want to be like father ma'am" My heart cried out a little.

"Mom knows" she replied, sipping her hot tea to the ashes "Start learning from now on so that you don't grow up like your father" Suggested the mother and passed into her room.

I keep dian at the table eating. No man knows what he will become someday. There is nothing in this world to be sure but a plan. And I don't want to be like the father who failed to become the head of the family.

Mushola behind my house has declared the dawn sign when dawn has arrived.

"You don't pray at dawn?" Ask the mother who came out of her room complete with a book.

I'm shaking.

"Either till when will you neglect your duty as a servant" said the mother and passed away.

I burned the remaining marijuana butts. Then drown myself with the words of my mother still ringing in my head.