Deepest Wound

ANITA AGUSTINA AZIZ

My name is Anita Agustina Aziz. It was the given name of both my parents. But my last name is not from them, but the name of the person who has been taking care of me since my parents divorced.

Dad's Village: Farhan

Mother of the Bladder: Diana

My adoptive parents were Ibn Azis and Mother Salma.

They gave me their names because they thought of me as their own child. I get love from them that I never got from my parents.

They had two sons, Sis Ilham and Kak Rama. Brother Ilham has a family, while Kak Rama is still in college. After college and work, Ilham got married too. There is only me, Father and Mother Salma at home.

Since separating from Papa, Mama married again and followed her husband and there was no news at all.

Two years later, Papa was married.

The complete I have. Two fathers and two mothers. But I was taken care of by someone else. Not without reason, because they think I'm just a child who brings bad luck to them.

And even my Mama and Papa's family don't care about me. They are afraid of having bad luck if they pick me up.

Oma Nur once said [Mother of my Papa], that she said I was not the son of my Papa. But Oma Siti [Mother of my Mama] said that it was my Papa who was not the right to be the head of the household.

There was disagreement because each of them felt the most right. And the wrong thing is me. And be me their moons.

I never asked to be born in this world. And if I may choose, I also do not want to be born from the womb of a Mother who is unable to give her affection for her own flesh and blood.

Since my birth they have assumed I was only a bad influence in the harmony of their household.

How Ironic!

And the people in the area where I live also gave me that nickname. DAMN CARRIER SON.

No doubt my popular nickname now makes it difficult to have friends. Because their parents forbid their children to be friends with me. But not with some boys who are indifferent to the rumors. In fact, they still want to be friends with me.

Other than a few boyfriends, I am grateful that there are still two female friends of mine who still want to be friends with me, namely Yurish and Arni. They don't care about my nickname as the son of the unlucky bearer.Their parents are very kind to me.

Ibn's father was very disciplined and strict. Although he looked rough on the outside but he was very soft in heart.

Maghrib prayer time Dad will turn off the TV and tell me to pray first. Then after dinner I have to study or do homework/PR. After studying sometimes I can no longer watch TV because tomorrow I have to get up early and go to school.

Ibnu's father said I must study hard to become a successful and proud person. So my job is to learn and keep learning. I'm tired of learning, I want to be like other kids to play with my friends. But the truth is I don't have many friends. If not Yurish then Arni is the one who came to the house to invite me to play. The rest I only have a few boyfriend. Of course Father and Mother will forbid me if I go with them. But secretly I often went to play with them without the knowledge of Father and Mother.

Before I go to play, I have to learn to play first. I went on my bike to the house where Master taught me.

After saying greetings and kissing the back of the hand Master taught me named Bu Hadjah.I also began to teach because I had abudhu from home. The sooner I finish, the sooner I go to play because I see Arman waiting for me outside on his bike. We've made an appointment for a mountaineering race on a bike.

Because I was too rushed to not pay attention to punctuation marks to make Bu Hadjah scold me. And I finally had to repeat it a few times.

The teaching is finished. I kissed the back of Ms. Hadjah's hand and then I left. "Assalamua'laikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Mrs Hadjah.

I'm approaching Arman. After removing the hood and putting it in the bag, we went to ride our bikes.

"Where are the others?" I asked Arman.

"Maybe they're already there" replied Arman. And I was lured to go after Arman and want to get ahead of him.

Ical, Risky, and Lukman were there.

Seeing me and Arman chasing each other they took positions and pedaled their bikes when we were level.

I got more and more excited about riding my bike when I almost reached the top of the mountain. "Yes...!!" Excited, I raised both my hands up. I am the winner.

I waited for the others to get to the top of the mountain, then after that we would pass through the descent together. Our bikes were flying without even pedaling. To reduce the speed I tried to brake. I was surprised to find that my bike brake was not working.

The uneven road conditions and rocks made my bike harder to control. Until finally my bicycle tire hit a chunk of rock and I fell off the bike because I lost balance.

Seeing me fall off the bike, my friends helped me.

"Aww...!" I screamed when I felt pain in my left knee. I was so scared to see so much blood coming out of the wound on my knee. I'm afraid that Father and Mother will scold me.

I opened the bag I was carrying and I took my hood out of there and then I wrapped it in my wound.

"Are you still able to pedal a bicycle under such circumstances?" Lukman asked me when I was standing up and took over my bike which Risky was holding. Because Risky couldn't stand the sight of blood so he just helped my bike.

"could. But slowly," I replied as I grimaced with the pain.

I slowly paddled my bike and my friends paddled their bikes so I wouldn't miss. To be honest, I was in a lot of pain but my pain was not worth my fear. Especially to Dad.

Up in front of my house saw Dad's motor is not there, a sign that Dad has not returned my inner. I slowly opened the door and looked to my left. I slowly walked into my room to get a towel. Because there was no bathroom in my room, so I had to go through the kitchen to get to the bathroom. I saw Mother was not there, I rushed into the bathroom.