Deepest Wound

THE SUCCESSFUL THERAPY

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I did not forget that pain. Although my body was asleep but always the memories were popping up filled my mind space. I even cried in my sleep.

It's hard for me to face my days with memories that continue to overshadow. I often do not focus when working because my mind is not necessarily directional.

One afternoon on a weekend some of my coworkers who also lived in a housing not far from where I live looked crowded riding a motorcycle somewhere they went but to be honest I became very curious.

After the weekend was over, we went back to work as usual. In between the lunch break I tried to ask them where they went by riding a motorcycle.

It turned out that they went back to their respective villages every weekend by riding the motorcycle. He said there was a faster way to get to the village, but the terrain was not easy what else during the rainy season.

Hearing from the stories of my colleagues I began to think why I did not buy a motorcycle to go to the village so that I could visit the tombs of Father, Mother and Oma more often.

It didn't take long for me to have a Trail bike that I thought was very suitable for the terrain there. I tried my first trip that afternoon with some of my coworkers who wanted to go back to the village.

It was fun to go up and down the mountain by riding a motorcycle. I remember racing bikes with my friends. I used to ride a motorcycle with Dad when I went to the garden.

In the rainy season the road will become muddy and muddy. But I'm even happy because passing the road can train our agility in riding a motorcycle. Sometimes we race to be able to escape the road that is hollow and watery almost like a pond. What is left then next month he must treat friends who escaped first.

It turns out that this therapy is very effective. I slowly began to recover from my grief. Although it is impossible for me to forget completely.

The afternoon before I returned to my place of work I stopped for a while to see the house that used to be my residence. It looks lonely and uninhabited. Because Brother Ilham and Brother Rama did not live there. They already have their own home in the city where they work.

The atmosphere in the yard of the house is still the same, it feels very cool because it is surrounded by trees and there are still several types of flower plants there. It just looks unmanageable.

I sat my body on a wooden bench under a tree. That bench was made intentionally so that I could play. I used to put my doll there.

A few moments there and reminiscing about my childhood, I wanted to go to my bike to continue my journey home.

"Anita!?" I heard a voice calling my name. I turned back to look at that voice.

I saw Brother Silvi the wife of Kak Ilham standing there. I wanted to go to him but I doubted.

"When have you been here?"

"A me, just stop for a while before you go back to work" I replied.

"Come, come in first" asked Silvi. I would love to accept Kak Silvi's invitation, but I also still remember how Kak Rama used to throw me out.

"It's been too late, maybe next time." I turned around and headed towards my motorbike which I parked by the side of the road.

"Ofraa!"

"Anita, there's something I want to tell you." I immediately turned towards Kak Ilham and Silvi who were standing on the terrace.

My doubts disappeared when Ilham's sister invited me to enter the house filled with memories.

We were in the living room. Brother Silvi made me a cup of warm tea and told me to drink first. While Kak Ilham went inside and soon he came out again with a brown map.

"Anita, we wanted to apologize in advance, for being in our caliphate all this time. And we also want to restore your rights that Father and Mother had secured before she died. This is a land letter in your name, but because of our caliphate at that time we deliberately detained it and did not deliver it. Actually there is also some savings to continue your education after graduating from school at that time. But the money was exhausted and lastly Brother Rama used it for the treatment of his son who had been sick for a long time. That was still not enough so he had to sell his share of the land. We also currently have nothing more to help, as there are many problems in the company where Brother works."

I was shocked and shut my mouth. Not because of the land letter and the money, but I just feel sorry for his son Kak Rama who was a child had to suffer pain. With my current situation I don't need anything anymore. I feel enough for what I have. I also could not bear to hear Brother Ilham who is experiencing a lot of problems

"Will you forgive our mistakes?" Silvi asked, breaking my tension.

"I don't think you're guilty of me, only I'm sad that the person I consider my only family has dumped me too. But now I don't have a problem with it. About the land letter I don't need it, you can sell it for medical expenses and your daily needs."

"But we can't accept it, this is your right. Please help us by receiving this land letter. May our lives be better in the future." Brother Ilham begged me to receive a map containing the land letter.

"Well, I accept it. About the money I gave it, besides I already consider you family. Give my greetings to the family of Kak Rama and hopefully his son will recover soon." I ended the conversation because it looked dark. Maybe I'll be at the house last night.

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I went back to the city to see my house and I missed the snacks that were there. This time I tried my skills by riding my motorcycle to go back to the city.

When entering the courtyard of my house I saw Kak Agil sitting on the terrace with Om Wandy. It seems they don't recognize me because I'm wearing a helmet. But it was obvious that their faces were wondering when they looked at me.

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