Circle of the Past

Why should I???

WHY SHOULD I???

At home I looked around the room, and I saw my mother sitting still with her eyes open and I knew she was crying today.

"Mom, I'm hungry" I complained.

"food is ready at the table, you eat it" replied the mother with a long sigh.

I know today for sure again and again father and mother quarrel who knows what the problem is. I better just shut up and pretend not to know.

"Chella, where are you going? today I can't stand your mother's babble. Can you tell her to shut up?" ask dad in anger.

"My son, if we get divorced who would you choose between us, mom or dad?" ask mom, and I'm really sick of their problems that always make divorce the final choice of their quarrel.

my mouth feels locked tight watching them I walk into the room after eating I slam the door as hard as possible, I lay my body on the bed I look at the sky of the room. Why should I???

just now I feel happy to make me fly to fly to meet ali. Arriving at home must feel bad this way seeing father and mother always fighting.

oh ali, my God, he's getting better after entering Junior High.

hey hey Chella. . . What the fuck you are, ingeeet he's your cousin. You can't like someone who is still in your blood. Focus on learning, do PR today.

I heard a noise outside the room with a loud object slamming.

I'm tired of them my own parents, almost every day they always fight with small things to make me careless god.

aaaarrrrght. The commotion caused by my father and mother outside the room became more and more, I could not stand the feeling I was trying to get out of the room to break them.

I saw that my mother was crying incessantly on the floor, and a knife was held by my father with trembling hands.

"Stopiani kaliaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn" As loud as I can say with this shout.

I can't stand God anymore, how can you give birth to me in the middle of a family like this.

"dad, what's mom's fault??? how can you be this rude" I still cry with tightness in the chest.

"your mother, your mother who always never wanted the presence of father again in this family" replied the father in a stern tone.

I see you still crying. . .

"Bu. . . What's wrong mom, why. . why. . .???" I think this sound is over.

"this is the result of an unwanted match, a household will not run smoothly my son. Mother was forced to marry your father because of the matchmaking of your grandparents" this time I looked back at my father.

Tuhaaaannn. . Why should the me you created be born between these two non-loving people. then me??? what am I born for???

With all my might I answered in the middle of this cry.

"Enough. . .cuku ma'am, father, enough. . are you not at all thinking about how my heart is every time this quarrel begins. I am caaapeeekkk, this house is like hell to me, I am distressed by the relationship that is in this house, you always think of yourself. Then what am I born for if you do not love each other. . .?" I want to feel torn this heart with a sense of tightness that bertubi.

I ran back into my room slamming the door as hard as I could. I cried incessantly. . . My father, my mother. . . I don't want you to get divorced. no. . . I don't want to be a broken home kid.

no matter how long I slept, it turned out that crying and screaming were quite tiring.

*Drrrrttt. . . Drrrr.ttt. . *. shakes hp surprised me, I see the clock shows at 3 pm.

I opened a phone message that turned out to be from Ida, and my other cousin called Amelia.

they watch a youth football game, too,

"get ready ellu I pick up in 10 minutes we hit the ball game location. Ali sparring loh" Oh my God, you know. reading that message makes me like a hot worm.noth happy notah salting ntah ntah ntah and ntah.

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