Daughter, Matahari..

8. Pulang Kampung's

"STOP, SIR!"

Suddenly Mom came from the front of the house while running in a hurry.

"Leave it, Mom! let everyone know, what a loser guy's true nature looks like!" my Maki who doesn't want to lose to you.

My father was getting emotional, because of the words I just said to him.

Mom quickly walked past you, and immediately took my daughter who is still crying. Then she came out with my daughter and tried to calm her down.

"Do you think you still want to think of you as a child? You're just an unlucky child who's making a disgrace in the family!" hardik Bapak with hardened jaw and strong clenched hands.

"I wouldn't want to have a father like you. If I could choose, I wouldn't want to be your son. Oh, no! because it's more like a child you never expected!" satirize me with a loud voice.

Now the father is increasingly ignited by emotions, his jaw is getting hardened and teeth chattering, like trying to blow his anger back at that moment.

I am no stranger to the words and insults that come from the mouth of the very spicy Father.

Indeed since childhood I have been accustomed to get violence from him, whether physical or inner violence.

Because I feel immune to things like this. So that at this time I also ventured to act decisively to the Father.

"Are you tired of living? How dare you talk to me like that, son of a bitch!" again hard.

"Do you think I'm afraid? Why am I speaking well to you? Every time I meet, you always torture my body and mind. Is it appropriate for a Father who should be respected and respected, now even torture the physical and inner child himself?" sindirku again with a sharp eye glare.

Right now I don't care about the neighbors around him. Somehow their assessment of me later, I don't care about that either. Because the pain is so deep, it cannot be so easily healed by anything.

"You will never be able to live quietly! for daring to fight you, Devi!" now the oath of the Father was immediately thrown away.

I heard it, just flinching and glued to the spot. Right now I really don't think that you're going to cuss your own daughter.

Then after saying the oath, the Father immediately passed by and left me who was still glued to the spot.

Sometimes I ask myself, 'Is it true that I'm the son of the Father? Why is her treatment of me since childhood so harsh?

I am so tired of this situation. Maybe if there was no mother, I don't know what I would be and what I look like.

I try to get up and stand up straight. I believe that Allah SWT will not test me beyond my means. All of this was just a temporary test for me, before real happiness came to me.

I have to believe and be sure of myself.

After regaining consciousness, I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked straight ahead.

Taps...

Taps...

Taps...

Now the sound of footsteps getting closer to me, when I regained consciousness, I saw Mother who was still holding my daughter who was back asleep.

*Some months later*

After I decided to return to my hometown, I also strengthened my mentality first, to stay strong and strong when facing the words and insults of people later.

"You sure? Want to be in the village alone taking care of your daughter?" ask Mother who is still reluctant to stay away from her grandchildren.

"God willing, I'm sure, Mom. If later I get gossip and ridicule from brothers and neighbors in the village, I will try to be firm and sincere so that I can live and pass every day." I said with full confidence.

You can only resign when you hear the decision I have made, because there is no way I will continue to depend on you.

"Alright, if it has become your decision, if there will be someone who offends and hurts your heart, enough in pendam and no need to reply to their words. Keep smiling so you look strong, huh, Mom?" mother's advice when it's really resigned.

"Good, Mom. I hope I can get through it patiently and sincerely. You just have to pray for me from a distance. Because Mother's do'a is one of my spirits" I said with a smile.

"GoddessaALLAH, Son. Do'a I'll never break up for you. Hopefully someday, you will find your true happiness," do'a Mother while gently rubbing my hair.

"Aamiinu. Thank you, ma'am." I said as I hugged Mom from the side.

***

Arriving at the inter-provincial bus terminal. I said goodbye to Mom, and boarded the long vehicle.

Along the way, I convinced myself. If I can live independently with my daughter, and I also have to be sure that I can be a single parent who can take care of and raise my daughter.

About 9 hours, we took a long and long trip. Finally the bus we were riding entered my hometown.

Not long after, we finally reached our final destination. After the bus stopped, I rushed to get off and immediately ordered a standby base motorcycle at the terminal.

It only took ten minutes, we finally arrived in front of a simple house that was always the most comfortable place for me to return home.

"Alhamdulillah. Finally we arrive, dear." Thank goodness while smiling faintly at my daughter.

My daughter who is currently still awake, only chuckles a little with a babble that sounds very adorable.

Chequek!

Finally the door opened and I immediately entered it, and headed towards my room. The room I had left for so long and that I had always missed.

Uhuk...

It turned out that my room was a little dusty, and it made me cough. Maybe because I left it a long time ago and absolutely no one cleaned it.

I slowly swept and mopped the dusty floor, and cleaned the entire house that was almost covered by thick dust.

Almost all day I cleaned the house, finally the work was completed well. Now just stretch my muscles that feel very sore.

"Alhamdulillah...."