Deepest Wound

IT HEALED

I grimaced while breathing out through my mouth for holding the pain in my wound when exposed to water.

I just took a shower because I wanted to treat my wounds before Dad came home from the farm.

I came out of the bathroom still with a sagging worry if Mommy sees me.

Not to mention that I reached my room suddenly there was a voice calling out to me. Who else if not Mother. Because I know enough of his voice.

"Anita, when did you get home?" Ask Mommy.

"Udah from earlier Mother.., because Mother did not say hello so Anita entered," I replied without turning to Mother and continued my steps towards my room.

"Aman.aman.;" I said when I was in the room.

Not to mention my normal heartbeat, suddenly someone knocked on my bedroom door.

"Just a second!" Shouted me from inside.

I was confused what to wear so that my wounds could not be seen by Mother. I put on my shirt but I was confused about determining his subordinates. I also remembered the skirt that Mother had bought a week ago. Actually I don't like to wear it because wearing a skirt is not my style. But under these circumstances only skirts are a safe choice to keep my wounds from being seen without making them sick.

"Yup," I said as the skirt turned out to be just below my knee. I don't care about my appearance whether it fits or not which is important I can hide my wounds.

I walked to the door and opened it. I saw Mother already standing there with a probing look. But I hope it's not about my injury.

"Yes, Mother, what's wrong?"

"Why isn't it, right?" Ask Mommy while showing my torn pants on the knee. Those are the pants I was wearing and I forgot to hide them.

"No Bun, Anita is okay," I replied trying to be mediocre. "So Anita fell down at home teaching but it's okay."

"Why would you like to see."

"Mother..," I snorted for Mother to stop urging me.

"Mothers want to see before Dad comes home" said Mother.

Hearing Mother's last words, I was willing to show the wound on my knee.

"Astaghfirullah, I...! It's a pretty big wound...."

Mother looks panicked after seeing the wound on my knee. Mother's panic even made me very afraid. "Hiks.hiks..," I finally cried.

Mother cleaned my wound and wrapped it with a bandage. After that, my mother told me to take medicine.

I heard Dad's motor coming. "Hiks.hiks.

"Don't cry.., if you cry there is even more for Dad to worry," said Mother advised that I stop crying. I tried to stop my crying even though I was still hiccuping.

"Assalamua'elaikum...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam..," Mother said hello. While I was hiding under the blanket because I had moved to my bed.

I closed my eyes pretending to sleep.

Mother came out of my room to see the father who just came home. I've been memorizing Dad's activities after coming home. Dad will take a shower first, after getting dressed then Dad drinks the tea provided by Mother. Not to forget Mommy also serves Daddy's favorite fried banana.

Only then will Father ask me how I am in between his meals.

"Is Anita sick?" Ask Dad in a worried tone.

Dad went straight to my room without waiting for an answer from Mother.

I still pretend to be asleep. My father holds my forehead but my body is not hot at all. Not long after Mother entered my room as well.

"So after teaching him to fall from the bike and his legs hurt," said Mommy as she opened the blanket covering my wound that had been in the bandage.

"Is the wound serious enough?" As I look towards Mother.

"The wound is deep enough. If the day after the wound is not dry yet, we will take him to the Hospital" Mother advised Father.

The area I live in is far from the medical center. There is no hospital or clinic nearby.

The day after, Mother opened my bandage and I was grateful that my wound was dry. Mother was very painstaking in taking care of my wounds and giving me medicine. A week later I was completely healed. Only the scar remains that has not been lost.

That afternoon after coming home to teach me to help Mother to water the flowers. Mother Salma loved flowers. There are many types of flowers that you have. I don't memorize the names of the flowers, because I don't really like them.

Sunday morning Dad called me to take me to the farm. I'm so happy because I've been wanting to come with Dad to the farm for a long time. And today I finally granted my wish. I kissed the back of Mother's hand before me and Dad left and Mother gave me a bag of food and drinks.

Arriving in the garden I was really amazed by the colorful expanse of vegetables that were there. It just so happened that today Dad took me to the vegetable garden.

There are eggplants, tomatoes, chili, mustard and many more. I was so excited to see the vegetables that were there.

"Does this vegetable have a father?" My toot.

"Yes" replied Dad, wiping my head.

"May ya Anita take the vegetables," I asked Dad.

Dad nodded and gave me a vegetable basket so I could bring the vegetables I picked up later.

Arriving near the vegetables I was so confused to pick which one first. I picked up the vegetables closest to me. After that, I walked through the other vegetable blocks. I saw a white vegetable with a size large enough and stuck to the ground. I was very curious about the vegetables and wanted to ask Dad. But I see you're busy with some of the people who are there. Maybe Dad's friend.

I just picked up the vegetable with a little effort I let go of the stalk. I carried the vegetable and then I put it in the vegetable basket.

"Huuhhh, heavy too," I wiped my sweat with the back of my hand.

My eyes were on the chili and the tomato. I just went over and I picked up red chili peppers and tomatoes. I imagine eating my lunch with chili sauce from the chili I picked myself.

I was tired but I couldn't help myself when I saw the cucumber that was so tempting to my faith. I pick cucumbers with a large size while rocking it and then I put it in the basket.

I carried a vegetable basket with a little drag because it was so heavy.

I saw Dad with some of his friends still talking. Shortly after that two of them gave some money to Dad. After that they left and I saw them carrying vegetables in their Car.

"People were buying Dad's vegetables?" My toot.

"Yes.., they are regulars Dad," replied Dad while watching my luggage. "A lot of vegetables. Is Anita gonna eat all those vegetables?"

I was thinking now when Dad asked me. I was confused because I was afraid to spend all the vegetables myself. "All the vegetables are very fresh Well.., Anita is not aware that has metik vegetables this much."

"Yes, let's go home" Dad asked.