Brutal Family

Part 3 - Senandung

Mom sent me a wedding invitation. Two more weeks. And I was just told today. So it is not considered me, he said he forgot and was busy taking care of this. Until I call five minutes just can't. That's not the reason. Mama was afraid that I would forbid her from remarrying another man. Obviously, I don't want to have a stepfather.

Ever since I met a German man a year ago, Mama has rarely contacted me. Whether it's John, Philip, or Leo, I think those names are just my wildest fantasies. My mother never told her boyfriend. The worst, yes this, was suddenly invited to Mama's wedding.

"Mama also send dresses for you to wear in the building later. You have to look beautiful anyway," said my mother after I called many times asking for an explanation why there was an invitation on my behalf. Am I who is the real Mama?

I ended the conversation unilaterally, no longer caring Mama's sentence has not been completed. It's obvious I'm not coming. After all come or not, will not affect Mama. Kan, I'm just the invited guest, not his son. Mama's second marriage will go on without me.

I threw my phone into the chair. My hand turned to open the lid of the red gift box. Inside was a knee-length cream-colored dress. So sweet that it wants to tear into many parts. Fly it and sing mama's wedding again.

"Eh uh want to flap?" Papa put his coffee on as long as he saw me holding scissors and clothes from Mama.

"You want me scissors, I don't like."

"God ...." In the end Papa managed to get the scissors. Grabbing and dressing Mama from the mutilation experiment.

I'm getting upset that Papa hasn't made the slightest effort to mend their relationship. Papa still loves Mama, I know from the look in his eyes if they meet discussing me. As of this age, I still don't understand how adults think.

Ignoring Papa's exclamation I went to the room, and slammed the door hard. My body is leaning. Sitting there for a long time. Regretting my efforts less hard to unite them. If only there was time to return Mama and Papa to be my parents.

"Why your son?"

I stopped crying, someone came. Most likely heard a small commotion between me and Papa. Given this house and the house of the brothers Papa very close together formed a neighboring neighborhood.

"Well angry because Mentari told her she was getting married again all of a sudden."

"Why else with that woman? Not thinking about her son's feelings. What kind of mother is she."

"Nr ...."

"Linga, you don't intend to find a new mother for Bungah?"

"Sir ..," Papa's breath sounds frustrated, "it's not that easy. Please don't talk about this. Man could have heard our conversation. I don't want my son to be any more uncomfortable living here."

"Alright, whatever. I just feel sorry for my sister" the woman concluded. No more conversations. It seemed, the woman called 'Sister' by Papa had already left.

My window was knocked three times. Usually the knock will be heard at night. But what about this afternoon?

The young man I had met in the dim was already standing in front of the window. He had a chance to see my glass face before I wiped it off. A big smile will make anyone smile. I opened the window of the room. But soon his smile receded crashing into my gaze. I frowned because of the change in the look on his face.

He asked through my eyes, I shook my head in response. Always so, our communication is without sound.

That day he was wearing a short-sleeved black shirt. His white skin contrasts. He looks better in the sun than in the moonlight.

He scratched his nape, confused. Slowly, a small bunch of roses were placed on the window board. I looked at him in wonder.

"Why noon? Usually night." The flowers I gave, glancing at the nightstand there, there were already four paper boats. She doesn't usually give me flowers. My gaze turned to her, but she had already disappeared without saying goodbye.

I sighed because again I forgot to ask the young man's name. He left a small piece of paper.

Every Thursday, the boat schedule is noon. Everyone had to stay home on Friday night because the cruise was stopped.

Hm...? Why can't you leave the house on Friday night?

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"No. It's night, baby. Can't get out."

"Pa, come on Maghrib. Last night we burned fish outside, why can't I go out tonight?"

Papa did not answer immediately, I followed him to take a drink in the kitchen and then returned to the living room turned off the television.

"Ma ...."

"There's something you can and can't do in a new place, baby. We, we must obey."

"Yes, but why? You also want to know the reason."

Papa shrugged his shoulders, still unwilling to explain. Okay I have to find out for myself then.

"Don't try dude."

Papa's voice full of emphasis stopped my steps. My moves are always read by Papa.

"It's not a joke."

Now I get it. Papa doesn't want to be denied. I went into the room with a bad feeling. Before Papa was really angry and I could not imagine what punishment Papa would give later if he continued to fight.

My bedroom door is closed. Resist the curious turmoil that has ingrained the flesh of the baby. Since setting foot in the late Grandma's house, too many things have been hidden from me. I can't be as good as Papa can think other people's thoughts, just that I'm also a living being who has an instinct if I feel weirdness.

That night I slept fast. Papa went back and forth to my room telling me to go to bed quickly.

Exactly eleven o'clock. My bedroom window was knocked. My eyes were closed tightly by sleepiness. The image of him smiling brightly like this morning was disturbing.

My eyes were open to think of something, didn't he say he wasn't coming tonight? Everyone can't leave the house on Friday night. Then did he break it?

The knocking was heard again. Then it stopped, replaced by a clock tick on the wall. I'm aghast. The knock turned into a lump ready to break the glass.

My eyes were wary of the curtains that were still closed in the dim. Suddenly I felt the room was very cold. I was worried I was waiting for another knock, if that's him. I didn't dare to reveal the blanket let alone get out of bed. I don't know, my heart won't allow it.

Long awaited, my ears did not catch the ticking of the clock anymore. Very quiet. The animals of the night that are usually unpretentious to each other go quietly.

I pulled the blanket over my head. Hiding my body there. My fear suddenly peaked when the bedroom window was broken. The wind forced in until it created a shadow of flying curtains. Unknowingly my teeth were biting my nails, peeking out from the gap of the blanket I created.

The next second my eyelids docked, there was a woman smiling widely visible from the gap.

My heart is beating so hard. The blowing wind did not stop moving the open window. My tears can no longer be prevented. When the wind stopped changing the hum of a woman. I closed my mouth so I wouldn't scream. Calling Papa in the heart.

My courage to betray left this fear to death. Is this why they forbid going out on Friday night? Even try to think about it. Stupid before going to bed earlier, my hand accidentally removed the window lock. So that he who used to come every night did not wait long.

It turns out he's not the one who came. The woman's smile was stroking this space. The woman's big smile was back.

"huh. Bladdies. Why yell?! Hey, Dude. Look at me, dude!!"

The blanket that wrapped around the body was exposed roughly. I can see Papa's panic.

"Mr ...." My voice shook with tears. Without warning I lunged at Papa's sturdy body. Just believe the one who stroked my hair was my father.

"Good God, why are you?!"

I didn't answer. Busy sniffling in his arms. Behind the window, a shadow of a woman stood. My cry grew louder and more aware that the state of the room was not as chaotic as the woman's humming broke through the window.

　

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