Deepest Wound

PIN MONEY

We went home on the bike while I enjoyed the snacks I brought from home. Sometimes I hum while I chew my food. My dad heard me sing too.

We sang together too.

🎵🎶Naik..naik ..to the top of the mountain...

Very high....🎵🎶

It didn't feel like we were home. I saw Mother making a cake accompanied by Sister Sarah. Mother often get orders to make cakes for various events. Mother's best cake in my opinion.

"Mother..," I shouted.

"Eh heh.., take a shower first. Your body is dirty, you should not be near first..," Mother ordered while securing the cake batter worried that the dirt in my clothes will fall there.

I also took a shower immediately. After bathing and dressing I met Mother in the kitchen.

I saw some of the cake was done. And Mother was arranging the vegetables I brought earlier in a container. While Sister Sarah was busy going on to make the cake.

Sister Sarah is a person who is used to helping Mother to make cakes if Mother gets many orders.

"Bun..., what kind of vegetable is this?" I asked Mommy while pointing at the white vegetable that I picked with half my life earlier.

Mother smiled. "It's vegetable. Vegetable cabbage is his name."

Then Mother took a knife and cut the vegetable up to several parts. I peeked inside and I was disappointed. I think there's something in the vegetable. I was hoping it was some kind of pomegranate or something.

It seems that Mother can read my disappointed face.

"Next week Dad went to harvest the fruit," said Mommy while smiling at me.

"Can Anita come?" I asked with a radiant face. And Mother nodded.

Mother also returned to arrange vegetables and set aside some vegetables in the canteen for Sister Sarah to take home.

It was a long time to wait until Sunday. And finally the day that awaited arrived. Early in the morning I was ready with a bag of supplies that have been prepared Mother.

As usual, me and Dad got on the bike. Honestly, I am very happy when riding the bike and feel at home for a long time even though the journey is quite far. I felt the breeze that hit my face and I felt all my burdens being carried away by the wind.

I took a deep breath and then I threw it away slowly while enjoying the breeze. Then Dad stopped the bike because it was there.

"www!" I screamed because my head hit Dad.

"Let's get off. We're here, " said Dad.

I got off the bike and followed Dad from behind. After a few meters of walking arrive at the orchard owned by Dad.

I sat down weakly when I saw that in front of me was a coconut tree. Because I'm upset I just put my body on the ground.

"I don't like coconuts" I said with a sullen face.

"Come," asked Dad to me who was still sitting on the ground because he was still upset.

I'm tired enough to walk while Dad hasn't told us where we're going. Then Dad stopped and I immediately stopped my steps that almost hit Dad because I had run to pursue Dad's steps.

"Why stop, Dad?" My toot.

"Have you arrived?" Answer Father.

"What tree is that, why so much durin?"

"This is called the tree of fruit. Come on," take Dad and I to follow Dad's steps.

Looking at its shape I had no taste for eating it. But Dad opened it and gave it to me. I took it and I just held it without eating it.

"How does it feel?" Ask Dad.

Because Dad asked me to eat it. I bite down on a little fruit that I think is strange. Sweet inner. Then I ate the fruit in earnest. "Enak" I replied, smiling and still chewing.

Not long Bang Udin and some people came and approached Dad. While I was sitting in a small cottage that was already there. I ate my lunch and the fruit my father had already cut.

I saw Dad take some money from these people and they went to bring Dad's salak. My cerebellum digested well enough that there was a trade between Dad and those people just like it did in the vegetable garden back then.

Then Dad took me back and did not forget we also brought the fruit of Salak to be brought home.

I saw Mother talking to our neighbor Mother Ida.

"Salma's sister should think again to care for and raise the Anita, I'm afraid that later it will have a bad effect on the life of Mbak and Husband Ma'am,"

I can still hear Ida's words, very clearly. Whether it was intentional or not that obviously I felt sick and depressed. I went to the bathroom to clean my body and then I went to my room and got dressed. I sat in bed and thought back to Mama and Papa who almost every day quarrels that I do not know at all the cause. Once they had a big fight until I ran scared and I fell down the stairs until my nose was bleeding a lot. They prefer to continue their quarrels regardless of my circumstances. It just so happened that Mother Salma passed by in front of my house and she took me and treated me at her house. From that moment on I was always in the care of Mother Salma until my parents separated.

Previously Father and Mother had talked about my custody issues either with the family of Papa or the family of Mama. But they're all mum. Their silence was summed up as a rejection by Father.

I'm willing to go with whom I'll stay. But I am grateful that there are people as good as Father and Mother who want to take care of me.

As usual, Dad would turn off the TV and tell me to study and then I would go to bed because I had to go to school tomorrow.

That morning I was very nice and had breakfast too. I saw Dad was very neat that morning. Looks like Dad's leaving and that's definitely not going to the garden.

I salami Daddy and Mommy before I go to school. "This is pocket money for you, said Father," while giving a piece of money with a nominal amount large enough from my usual spending money.

"It's a lot" I said, "but I'm very happy.

"Buy whatever Anita wants" said Dad, wiping my head. Mother just smiled to see me.

When the time came to rest I took my friends to go to the cafeteria because I was confused if I had to spend the money myself. I see they're so happy when I say I'll pay them all. Seeing their happy faces, I was happy too.

Then I started thinking. "Are Oma Siti and Oma Nur going to be happy too if I do the same to them?" My inner.