Dad For Aisyah

Pulang village.

PoV Sumidah's.

Crazy, crazy. Why is a broken heart so bad? All this time I was classified as a strong woman, if my friend said when SMK I was called a melancholic depressed woman, it was because I had difficulty crying, but why would a broken heart cause me to cry all night?

I'm also nicknamed the boyish woman. Maybe this is why Abu does not like me, and maybe also because my appearance is identical to the color of dark clothes, does not like asexorcists, muke up like most women.

Even though during knowing Abu, I began to change a little appearance in order to be able to balance the pious man, even though it was not like myself.

I'm a woman who doesn't like to linger in front of the mirror, choosing a complicated dress. Prefer to appear as is possible this is the reason men only consider me a friend. All this time I have been hanging out with men when compared to women. But all this time I have never been in love except with Abu. During my friendship with men, I have never had a fight except for the man who often made me upset. Those silly words were indeed my reflection, but if the man himself already understood me, they would be comfortable hanging out with me.

From the name of the word Ambu (Mother) he has given the wrong name. Because it does not know only the origin of giving a name, it turns out that the name Sumidah has a meaning (Not Perfect) Well, the name is a prayer until I grow into a woman who is different from others. Who wants to be like this? Of course I don't want to. I don't know if my life has enjoyed this situation.

"Where are you going?" asked the maco-looking man next to me. I didn't even realize I was sitting in a chair with a man, because I chose to sit on the edge of the glass staring at the fields on the side of the road.

"Go home" I replied briefly.

"Where to?" her lick.

"Home home" I replied, but I knew what He meant, but this time I was not going to be stale.

"Now we are one way, we can together if we get off this bus," he said. Yep. I am currently on the bus back to Lake.

"To the lake" I replied ogah-ogahan.

"Yes, everyone knows that this bus is headed for the lake, but where is the lake?" This guy laughed. For a long time this man was cool to also entertain, we finally chatted. That's how I'm actually easier to get along with men, except for the rancid.

"Where do you live in Jakarta? We are one village, close together, who knows we can be friendly" apparently this man does not easily give up any way to get acquainted. But of course I can't give you an address that's not my home.

"Or gini only, if you mind giving an address, we exchange phone numbers only"

Hadew. I reached into a sling bag to pick up the phone that I bought seken from one of my friends, when I returned home. But I just realized that this phone is dead. Naturally new old-fashioned mobile phones on charge have not been six hours dead.

"I don't memorize the number hp I die because" I replied while pressing hp who knows can light up but apparently can not also.

"Well, what a pity, if that's what you keep my number," the man took a pen from his pocket tore the end of a pack of cigarettes and wrote a number. During writing I noticed this man was handsome too. Alaah! New heartbreak also has been broken. My soul is in my heart.

"Thank you, later if my phone is on, I call," I put a tear of cigarette paper in the bag.

Teak tek

"Terminal" the bus conductor knocked on the door with a coin, and then I got off. The young man followed behind.

Arriving by the side of the road I was confused about ordering an ojek online to my house but there was no cellphone.

"We are both from the village xx, meaning we are together, yes, I have ordered a taxi kok" invited the man when acquainted named Junaedi was apparently sincere.

"But." I hesitated. Did I have a taxi with a guy I didn't know? Thought.

"Come, do not have much to think, if you doubt, you can hold this ktp" Junaedi did not playfully give the ktp he took from the wallet.

The taxi stopped in front of us, no doubt I immediately took the taxi. We sat next to each other, until I finally arrived in front of the alley.

"I'm down here Jun, thanks for the overlap" I said.

"Can"

I got off the taxi and got into the alley, my house is not far from here.

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynoltom..."

I arrived at a simple house, a house that used to be just a room, now I have installed brick. My house is surrounded by rice fields if not on the wall pity Ambu, must be cold every night.

"Goddessalam..."

The voice of the mother from within.

"Sumi... Ambu's son... kumaha damang?" My mother hugged me tightly. He speaks in a strong Sundanese language.

"Good Ambu..." I returned her embrace. A minute later Ambu took off.

"Why are you, so thin is your body?" Ambu pressed both my cheeks.

"It's okay, Mom" I replied. Even though I want to achieve edeal weight like this, I struggled with a strict diet. All this I did for the sake of Abu, but the man. Uh! If you remember I was upset myself.

"Duuuh. Ambu's son tea geulies pisan, Ambu seneng. Awewe mah kudu kitu, wear hijab so really women," Ambu praised. Of course Ambu wants me to look like a woman in my area who is on average hijab.

"It's also sometimes Mbu, if you're okay," I replied casually.

"Heem, you" Ambu took off the hat that was still stuck in my head. Strange indeed though hooded I still wear jeans, t-shirts, and hats.

"Now you eat yes.You must be hungry, Ambu cook pepes your favorite cere fish," said Ambu hugging shoulders, taking me to the kitchen. Arriving in the kitchen is true pepes catfish cere has been ferocious and has been neatly arranged on the kitchen table. Cere fish are; small fish that can be nanggok from the rice field, more precisely is anchovy.

"You're the same Endar hasn't come home yet Mbu?" my question, while putting your butt in the chair.

"Not yet, they'll be home soon"

Suhanda who used to be called you my second sister, is currently still a third grade SMK. While Suhendar called Endar this time third grade Junior High. Both of my sisters they went to public school, thank God, I only help with the daily transportation costs and pocket money. This is how as the first child I was acting as a backbone. Part of my salary I gave to Ambu.

"Let's eat first, then let your sister follow" said Ambu.

We both had lunch. Honestly, since yesterday I have not eaten plus the menu of this pepes cere side dish I rarely meet, except to go home like now. I eat so well that I go.

I'm different from most people, if annoyed then no appetite. But I just muffled, ate a lot of sleepy, then went to sleep. Usually waking up a little more calmly.

"Oh yes Sumi, why did you leave unattended? Your aunt said, in Jakarta all the confusion is looking for you," said Ambu.

Deg.

I remember not having told Non Moon, and also aunt. "Later when the sisters come home from school, I borrow Mbu's phone, inform the boss,"

...SERIATE...