Dusk And Suffering

6. Adult Before Time

"Manda, what's wrong with you? He had even just set foot at home after coming home from the hospital. Off!" Aldi attempted to remove the strong grip perched on the small arm of Dusk.

Seeing the increasingly chaotic ruckus made Bu Patmi also ignited emotions. Just because of a slightly obsolete book her favorite grandson gets cruel treatment.

Bu Patmi stared at the book on the back of Dusk. The little boy tightly grasped the blue-covered book. Not wanting to linger anymore, Ms. Patmi took the book and threw it towards Manda.

"That's what you want, right? Take it and throw it away! Don't hurt my granddaughter. Just because a book is obsolete, you're acting criminal. I really failed to make you a woman. You're too mean!"

"He's the bad one, he made me this way! I hate anything to do with him." Manda took a match and intended to burn it.

Dusk quickly reclaimed the book. He didn't know what made him so brave for his mother. Just because of a book that he himself does not know what it is, he blatantly against his mother who he had always said whatever he said.

"I want to keep this book. I promise this book won't be seen in Mom's eyes."

Feeling surrendered to the book he wanted to disappear once, Manda chose to leave home with anger that was still at the top.

"You and the owner of this book are the same, the same destroyer of people's lives!" hardik Manda stomped his foot out of the house.

"Let's look at your hand, let Pakde handle it."

"Already, Pakde my hand is just bruised. This pain is nothing, I've been through more pain than this. Grandma, may I know whose book this is? Why do you say that me and the owner of this book are ruining your life? I want to know who she is, I want to ask her why she ruined Mom's life?" describe Dusk plainly.

Patmi did not immediately answer, he just looked at his eldest child as if asking should Dusk know now? This little kid, can you understand what's happening?

With a gesture too, Aldi answered his mother's gaze. He moved his head down slowly, as if he was hesitant about what they should do.

Ms. Patmi stepped closer to her Granddaughter, with heavy steps and a long distance. Though Grandma and Grandson were standing at a distance of no more than one hundred and fifty inches.

"This book is your father's book" said Bu Patmi slowly but successfully pinch the heart of Dusk.

"Dad? So it was Dad who ruined Mom's life? What have you done, Grandma? Why did you do it?" The twilight could not resist his disappointment. He asked with a trembling voice.

Tests.

The twilight tears without warning brazenly dripped without being asked. He was so disappointed to hear his grandmother. The figure of a man who was longing and eager to see it actually hurt his mother so deeply.

Silent. The atmosphere of silence still won the state of the house that is currently inhabited by several people. All raging and immersed in thoughts that somehow explain it.

"Sir, what did Dad do?" insist on the twilight by whining. His cheeks were still wet by the clear liquid that had just spilled over.

"First, your father made a mistake. He has done the action.." Bu Patmi's speech stopped, he was confused to explain with what language? He felt that Dusk was not yet the time to know his identity.

"What action, Grandma?" The twilight still forced Ms. Patmi to tell a story.

"Am I born of a mistake?" tanya Dusk probing.

The deg!

Patmi and her daughter-in-law looked at each other. More precisely, their hearts feel squeezed and removed by an invisible hand. His heart felt pierced by a needle.

"Where did you get such words?" Aldi asked.

"Who would want to be close to me? To the point that I have to hear that word from someone else?" ask Twilight back. The words that come out of the mouth of the twilight seem to indicate that he is no longer an easy child to lie.

Aldi can only return to silence, he is not out of thought with anything that becomes the question of Dusk. Why is this ten-year-old child so good at processing words to make his interlocutor silent.

"That's not what it means, honey. In this world, no human being is born from a mistake. All have been arranged, there is already a fate line in human life. Everything is arranged with God. How we are born until we die. Including you, how can you think like that? Thoughts from where, son?"

"Then why do you hate me and Dad? Answer me, Grandma, Pakde. What am I doing until you hate me?" Dusk asked in a weak tone and slashed. It will make a cry for anyone who hears.

"No, Son. Mom doesn't hate you. I just haven't made peace with the past. Mom's past is bitter and..."

"That's my fault? Aye, right? If I hadn't lived and had I died when Mom tried to abort me, I wouldn't have been like this?"

"Not that, honey. Control yourself, you're too small to talk like this!" said Mrs Patmi with a little up.

"But that's what I heard from Mom. Mom always said if I were to die, then Mom's life wouldn't be this ruined. If you did something wrong, then why should I bear it? Where are you going now, Grandma? Where's dad going? Why did you leave me and Mom?" Dusk sobbed to asphyxiation.

Mrs Patmi and Aldi were of course made to panic. They don't know what to do. The longer the twilight breath the more irregular.

"Senja, Grandma please calm down, son! Oil, take Aldi's wind oil, quick! Why do you always get dazed in such a precarious situation." Nagging, Ms. Patmi always just nagged when the situation that made panic dominated.

Aldi with a scratch on his nape suddenly forgot where the medicine box was. He searched every drawer and didn't know how many drawers he had just found the box. Like finding a treasure, Aldi exclaimed happily when the medicine box was in his hands.

Aldi applied the oil under the nose of Dusk, in the hope when he took a breath of the smell of the oil ventured into the lungs and relieved the breath of Dusk.

When the breath that somehow suddenly crowded. Dusk held the book tightly. I don't know what he expected from the book. Either he was curious about the contents or indeed he wanted to keep the only stuff his father had.

A few minutes passed, Dusk's breath was back to normal, sweat soaking his forehead. Slowly he gulped down the water offered by his grandmother.

"Grandma please don't think no. If you still want to know about the question that you have been asking you must live to adulthood. When you are twenty years old, you will know everything. Grandma promise, before you turn twenty, never ask this again! Able?" patmi said firmly.

"Capable!" answer Dusk is no less firm.