Deepest Wound

SEPARATED FROM FRIENDS

The night before I started studying I approached Dad who was taking notes like making notes.

"Well...."

"Yes, son.." Dad answered but still continued his work.

"Anita wants to be like Dad." I said.

Dad stopped his work and looked at me in wonder.

"What is this Anita talking about...?" Looks like Dad doesn't understand.

"I want to harvest vegetables and fruit like Dad and get money" I said. I smiled and rubbed my head.

"Then, Anita must study hard to be a successful person, even more successful than Dad."

"Aamiin..," said Mother who had just come from the kitchen and sat with us on the sofa.

"Anita, would she want to garden like Dad, so why study?" I don't understand why I have to study hard. What does this have to do with gardening.

"An.., gardening is also no knowledge, not just gardening. Dad used to study, too," Dad told me.

"At this time, right Anita is still in elementary school.., later on in the next level Anita will definitely get more knowledge and how to garden properly. If necessary later Father and Mother will enter Anita in the plantation special school," explained Mommy while staring at Father. And Dad also agreed.

I am very happy and excited to learn.

That morning before going to school I saw Mother was arranging cakes in several containers.

"Mother, these pastries why haven't they been put in?" I asked while pointing at the cake that had been neatly packed in a pack and still a lot on the table.

"That's just take it, Mommy deliberately makes more," replied Mommy while arranging the cakes.

I took some cake and I put it in the bag. I intend to give it to my friends.

Suddenly an idea came to my head. I just take more and put it in the bag again. At school I gave some cookies to my friends and then sold the rest. I was so happy to get the money from selling the cake.

Tomorrow I ask Mother again if there is excessive cake. But the word Mother does not exist because there is no order yet.

"When is there another order, Bun?" My toot.

"Maybe the day after tomorrow" replied the Mother. "Why indeed?"

Let me just say that I want to sell those cookies at school. Mother simply smiled and finally agreed to my idea. Mommy will make a cake for me to sell at school.

"In addition to the brain, Anita also has to train physically from now on," that's my reason if Father and Mother try to forbid me.

"Aren't you afraid of her skin getting dark?" Ask Mommy.

Of course I said no, because my determination is very strong. They want to win my family's heart. I also want to be loved and cared for and recognized as a family so that I am free from the nickname as the child of the unlucky carrier.

Besides the proceeds from selling the cake, I also always get more money from Dad. I'm used to sharp things. It turns out that on the farm I also met children my age who turned out they also helped their parents there.

I collect money from you selling cookies and pocket money from Dad. I showed it to Daddy and Mommy while cradling the former shoe box where I kept my hard work. And they promised that they would make me a savings book. It flashed through my mind the faces of Oma Nur and Oma Siti who were smiling happily looking at me.

The voice of Adzan reverberated, I woke up and wanted to immediately perform dawn prayers. But I felt pain all over my body and my throat hurt too. I paused my intentions and went back to bed.

As usual Dad would knock on my door if I got up late for prayers. Because I never woke up finally Mother who woke me because the morning prayer time was almost over.

"An...," Mother tried to wake me up by shaking my shoulder.

"Bun.., Anita's throat hurts..," I tried to talk so that Mommy knows what I'm feeling.

Then Mother held my forehead and cheeks. "Astaghfirullah, you have a fever."

Mother went to the kitchen to take a small towel and water to compress. Not long Dad also went into the room to see how I was doing.

I was told to take medicine after I previously ate porridge made by Mother.

"If the heat has not gone down after taking the medicine, we should immediately take Anita to the Hospital. Because this doesn't seem like an ordinary fever" Dad said. And Mommy nodded in agreement while continuing to change my compress.

Because my fever has not come down at last Father and Mother took me to the Hospital for treatment. After checking, the doctor said I had tonsillitis. After being hospitalized for two days, I was finally able to go home.

After I recover from my illness I can no longer follow Dad to the plantation. Besides, I also have to study because I will face the graduation exam.

The day that awaits, the day of the graduation announcement. Me and my two best friends screamed in excitement while holding the graduation letter in our hands. Suddenly I saw the sad faces of the two.

"You really want to get away from both of us, An?" Asked Arni with her gloomy face.

"Why not try to talk again with Daddy and Mommy you make continue school here anyway An?" Yurish said as well.

Previously Father and Mother had planned to send me to a Junior High School outside the area which they thought was more complete facilities. Although I am not their real child but they never distinguish me at all. In addition, I also need a new atmosphere and a new environment so that I can focus more on learning without having to be burdened by the words of people who always look down on me.

The sooner I forget everything, the better. But my determination is still the same, someday I want to get a confession from my family.

Actually I can stay in the hostel, but Dad contracted a pretty big house for me. My father and mother promised to look at me often. I do not live alone, but there is Kak Laras who will accompany me to stay here. He also went to school in the same area. It's just that he's going through High School. Kak Laras is the son of Mama's cousin. In addition, I also still have an Uncle, a cousin sister from Mama who also works in the same area. Between Mama and Papa's family are the only two of them who don't hate me.