Festive Collection

EPS 85'S. FROM A PERFORATED BACK

“Mother, why are they mocking me, Mom? Why don't they play with me? hiks”

That twilight I sobbed in Mom's lap. Their scorn was clearly recorded in my mind. Be ill. It is true that invisible heart wounds are more painful than external body wounds.

“They said they didn't want to play with a son of a bitch. They also said Mom's back was hollow.” I spilled all the tightness in the chest.

Not angry, I said. “If what they say is true, where might Mom come out in the afternoon. Doesn't such a creature come out in the middle of the night? Mom's feet are still on the ground, honey.” Mother's delicate hands gently caressed my curly hair.

I really want to have hair like my mom. Waist-length display, shimmering black, fragrant jasmine flowers, similar model of rejoice advertising on television. But I'm down the genes of Dad.

I looked at Mom with my eyes. Mom smiled back in comfort. Well-favoured. I'm sure Mom's words are true. Just because her mother's envy wasn't as pretty as my mother's, they dared to spread the news of birds.

Actually, it's not just what makes me cry. Once when I was escorted by Mom to school, there was a bunch of mothers sitting in front of the house. Mom smiled and greeted kindly as she passed by them.

But what are they doing? They whisper to each other. Is that a whisper or what? I can clearly hear their conversation.

The mothers mentioned that my mother was a bitch. They also said that I was born in a cemetery. With mucus and blood all over my red body.

Miris. Are they so afraid that their husbands will become entangled in Mother's charms that they can slander her? Yes, my mother was a widow. The flower widow to be exact. My father died a week ago of a heart attack.

Bizarrely. Neighbors did not come to help, but they were even crowded gossiping Daddy died because of Mother slaughtered.

They are busy comforting our families who are afflicted without a single hint of pity. Tragically. I live in a village that is said to be peaceful. Apparently it does not guarantee a peaceful life.

But more surprisingly, the grandmother from the Father's side also accused Mother of the same. We were cast out like animals when we went to his house.

“Go there, savage creature! Don't expect me to accept you in this house! Go back to where you came from in the cemetery! Bring along the devil's son!”

I hid behind Mom's body. Quailed. The crying has been crying. How painful Grandma's words are. I can't imagine how much it hurt Mom's heart.

I honestly don't like that grandma. There is even a hate embedded in his figure. But he said so. Did he forget all this time that became the backbone of the family is Mother? What could that kid be? I admit Dad is a handicap. Genetic abnormalities make the father's growth abnormal. His left leg is smaller than his right.

All my life, I've never worked. But instead, it was my mother who slammed the bones so we could keep eating and I could stay in school.

Some neighbors also gossiped about Mom's work. They say, Mom is a night butterfly. Because he always works in the dark when the kingdom. With sparkling makeup and neat appearance, they suspect Mother is working as a woman budusila. Of course I don't believe their mouth.

Before I left for work, I always kissed my forehead. That has become our habit. Some kind of ritual.

“Honey, you have to study hard. Be a smart woman. You want to see your child succeed in the future. Because actually a mother's dream is to see her child fared better than her mother.” said Mother while patting my head slowly. He smiled softly.

The next morning, good food was always on the table. Mother's results work at night. Usually me and Dad will eat it right away until the stomach is full.

Until one day, the full moon was shining in the sky. Curiosity sneaks into the chest cavity. I pretended to be asleep when Mom checked me in the room. I felt a kiss of love on my forehead before Mom left.

Then, immediately I put on my brown coat and put on the hood so that it would not be easily recognized.

These feet slowly follow the steps of the mother. Seduce. As much as possible does not cause sound. Sometimes I hide behind trees or people's homes, afraid that Mom might look over and catch me following her.

It turns out my guess is correct. I don't work as a comfort woman. For as soon as she came to the grave, Mother took off her clothes one by one. Mom's hand moved pulling a nail from inside her head.

Instantly his face turned hideous. His eyeballs bulge out, cheeks sunken inward, hair dangling tangled masai. And do not forget the hollow back dripping mucus smelling rancid and wriggly little white creature.

He no longer walked on the ground. Her long white canal dress floated like a cloth blown by the wind from a clothesline.

Mother flew in the air approaching a satay merchant who was selling alone.

“Su.. su.. sundel bolong!!!” yelled the satayman scared to piss on his pants.

“Hihihi” Mom laughs loudly. Laughter of female ghosts. My romp wakes up all hearing it. Horrifically.

Instantly the satayman was lying on the ground. Fainted. At that moment, I saw Mother taking satay from inside the cart and carrying it with her.

I was fixated as soon as I saw Mother's figure vanish like smoke in the wind in an instant. This body is limp. I fell to my knees. Clear threads vying down the cheek.

At that time I imagined the ‘Suzanna’ movie scene that I had ever watched on the screen tancap. The sundel bolong who always bothers food vendors during the night is not a fictional story.

You never know, if the sundel bolong actually scares and takes food not for his own pleasure. But just to support the family at home.

That's right my mom has a hole in her back. But I still love him. Love him wholeheartedly. No matter if it's actually the mother of the Sundel howling.

Mother's identity never changed my view of her. To me, Mom is still Mom. A very dear person.

I rushed home before Mom got ahead of me. It would be best if I didn't offend about this. It's enough of their gossip that I'm dealing with. As a child, I will always hold her hand. Gives strength to himself. Walking together challenges the rigors of the world.

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