Bolang

Prologue

Prologues.

I am a child living in the capital .

I live with my mother and father in a rented corner owned by my grandmother (mother of my father) in the white cempaka area.

I was an active child. The condition of my grandmother's village is already quite solid . Even the street in front of my grandmother's house only fit for 2 motorcycles. 

My father was a laborer in a textile company . My mother became a housewife . 

This morning was Sunday . Many people relax because it is a holiday.

At that time I was playing in the tv room alone . My mom was cooking while my dad was sleeping because he came home last morning.

Because the contract door was left open . I took the initiative out . Yes . I'm out of my mom and dad's contract .

Then I headed to a house. I'm interested in a tree in front of the rented house . The tree that produces elongated round fruit in green makes me quite interested.

The height of the fruit that was only slightly taller than me, made it quite easy to pick it up . With a little climb . I also picked some fruit. 

I ate that fruit. "Hueeeks". My words for feeling the fruit are very sour .

When I am acidified by the fruit . Someone then shouted.....

"Maliiing...turning....". His shouting.

Yes . The one who shouted was the owner of the fruit that I crated. I am afraid to hear people crying..

"She's..why here". My mother's words came toward me.

"Mom. A little girl has people. How big it will be". The fruit owner.

"I'm sorry my son ma'am. He doesn't understand what2. He also did not know this leatherback belonged to mother". Ucao.

"Alaa alesan aja . Still a small good tajarin ma'am. Watch out if I see you again take my leatherback. I'm reporting to the police". Said mother.

Then my mother took me home.

"Ka. it had people. Next time you can't just take the property of yaah". Bundaku.

I just nodded even though I didn't understand ..

Morning when I was laid in my grandmother's house . I play by myself . Yes . I do have a younger sibling but is in my hometown . Both my aunt and an omku are not married yet . 

2 My aunt works as a nurse . And omku works as a security guard.

When all the residents of the house went to work and my mother left me to my grandmother . I was alone at home when my grandmother went shopping. 

I'm the one who got bored at home taking the initiative to climb the window . Yes . The door was locked from the outside . But with great effort I was finally able to open the window and jump it.

The height of the window that was only limited to my chest made me drain enough energy to jump.

"Hey... Where are you going". My grandmother's voice shocked me when I just left the house.

Then my grandmother dragged me into the house.

"Basic brat....". My grumpy grandmother while touching the broomstick towards me.

I cried 2nd because my grandmother hit me quite hard . Satisfied menyabetiku. My grandmother pinched my waist until it turned red.

The afternoon after my mother came home I was just moody.

"Why then ?? Maem used to be ka". Said my mother with a small plate of food.

"So I got beat up by Grandma Bund..". I said while revealing my shirt.

"Yaampun kaa. don't be naughty with grandma . It was from a very old granny". Bundaku.

"So no naughty bund. kaka just want to play. Kaka was locked down". My speech.

"Kaka if you want to play while there is a mother yes". Bundaku.

age 3 is the age at which children always know anything. No exception to me . 

One day . My mother told me.

"Ka.. mother wants to work first yaa. kaka same grandma don't be naughty yaah". Bundaku.

Yep. Because of the economic pressure and high standard of living in Jakarta forced my mother to work . 

My mom just got accepted into a factory in JIEP . I was a little girl just according to .