Daughter, Matahari..

7. Arguing with Father

"Of course I did, Mom. Name is..... Diandra Firdasari," I replied while looking at my daughter's shady face.

Mother immediately gave a smile, gently rubbed the top of my head and alternately looked at my daughter's face.

"A very beautiful name, as beautiful as the owner of the name. It really looks so sweet and adorable, I can't wait to hold my granddaughter," said Mom enthusiastically.

I again thanked Allah SWT, for the happiness I always awaited.

"Yes, Mom. She's beautiful and sweet, I'm really happy to have her, Mom." I said with great taste.

After a few hours...

And the midwife came back to my ward. Then the Midwife gave my daughter the first injection in one of her legs.

Then the Midwife turned to me, patiently and painstakingly she asked me a few questions.

"How's Ma? is it getting better now?" ask the midwife kindly.

"Thank God, ma'am. Can I go home today?" I said to the Midwife with a smile.

Slowly the Midwife went back to check on me, and made sure that the condition was stable and safe if she came home later.

"I checked everything first, Mom? if it is possible to go home, I will inform you. We also have to wait for the reaction of the first injection to Mother's daughter. Let's hope your daughter is not fussy and hot, because this is the first immunization for her" explained the Midwife with a smile.

"Good, Mom. I hope all is well, and we can go home today" I said with a smile on my face.

"In that case, I'll let myself go for a minute, ma'am? I had to prepare some files for Mom to take home," the Midwife's permission, and then she passed right out of my nursery.

After everything was checked and the results were very good, we were finally allowed to go home today. Because my condition has also improved and can walk slowly.

***

Arriving at home, several neighbors flocked and greeted me.

'What's with them? They don't usually talk to me kindly!' my mind is suspicious of him.

"Congratulations Devi. Finally you have given birth to your baby safely, and look at this baby, MasyaALLAH is very sweet and beautiful," said Bu Resa while congratulating me.

Ms. Resa was the one who had helped me and brought me to the Midwife's place of birth, because she I got there on time.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you very much, because we already want to bother, Mom." I said in a soft voice.

"Yes, same, Devi. Hope you guys are healthy? try look! your pain has paid off with the figure of a little angel present in your life," said Bu Resa sincerely.

I guaranteed it, and smiled at Ms. Resa.

"Is she a princess? she looks so pretty, just like you, Dev." praise Mom Romlah when you see my daughter.

He was the one who always insulted me, and now he's praising my daughter. Whereas before, he who likes to pump neighbors around us, to come blaspheming me.

'Is he looking face to face in front of Ms Resa? Aahh. leave it alone. I won't take a headache about this julid neighbor either.

Not only was there Miss Romlah, but there were several other mothers, who used to insult and insult me, because they were pregnant without a husband.

However, every congratulation and prayer from some of these mothers, I always aamiin right. Whether it is sincere or not, only they and the Creator know.

After everyone asked for permission to withdraw from our rented house, I was finally able to sigh in relief. Then I lay down my body for a moment next to my daughter who has been asleep in her sleep.

**

Days change, I don't feel like I'm going through it with my mother and my little daughter.

One day, today was a day I didn't expect. Even the presence of that person had never been thought of by me.

Yes, indeed the presence of the father to the house, makes me feel fed up with the attitude and behavior that has been involved in berating and humiliating me.

"Hi, Devi? Waw, you finally gave birth. Is she a baby girl? it really looks so pretty and sweet. But his face is why-"

Not yet finished, I immediately cut his words. Because I really understand, where the conversation will go.

"Hem, you came here, what's wrong? the collision remembered us. Were you chased out by that cheap4n lady? until you return to this house, to ask for our mercy?" sindirku while smiling bitterly.

THE PLAAAKK!!

"JUST WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, DEVI! WHATEVER SHE IS, SHE'S YOUR STEPMOTHER!" daddy's hardiness after a hard slap landed on my cheek.

"And is it wrong to visit my sweet grandson?" asked the Father in a tone that began to lower, when he saw my daughter.

"Oh, is it true that my daughter is your granddaughter? Since when do you think of my daughter as your grandson? Didn't you claim us to be the unlucky bearers?" ask me with a slightly raised voice.

I don't know where the courage is, usually I just keep quiet and accept every insult and scorn from him. Now I loudly answered every word and snapped from the Father.

"Well, great are you? now you've started to dare ya to the Father?" he snaps it hard.

I who do not accept the treatment of the Father who always arbitrarily to me, now I also get emotionally ignited by him.

"Indeed, since when do you think of me as your daughter? Huh uh? Even I've been dumping us (me and Mom)! And I have never felt affection from you either. Am I wrong to think you're DEAD?" my voice with a loud voice.

THE PLAAKK!!

The second time a hard slap landed back on my cheek, it really felt very sore and hot.

"CONTINUE SIR! DO AS GOOD AS POSSIBLE! IF NECESSARY JUST KILL ME AND MY DAUGHTER RIGHT NOW! LET NOTHING ELSE DISGRACE THE FAMILY OF THE FATHER! ISN'T IT ALWAYS ALENA YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN PROUD OF!" I screamed loudly.

I am the one who is ignited by emotions, no longer able to stem the tears. Finally my tears flowed.

Oooeek...

Now my daughter is also crying out loud, so that makes you also can not dwell anymore.

"STOP, SIR!"