First Love ART

Open stitches

I'm like I haven't been in work for a long time today I've been in work again as usual it seems like my sewing wound is dry I went into the gate of my boss' house

"morning ma'am" I said kindly to the person behind the shop window

"morning nami. giman you've healed his fingers" he asked kindly.

"yes ma'am is better" I replied as I took a broomstick and swept the front yard of the house with lots of dry leaves

finished sweeping I saw a lot of dirty dishes in the washtapel I also wrapped my left hand using black plastic so that my fingers did not get water

"mother mother wants to take edward to school yes you at home jagai warung"

"yes ma'am" I replied as I continued washing dishes

the atmosphere of the house is quiet there is only me who is busy cleaning the room I work extra with my right hand because my left hand is not 100% can be used to work because sometimes a little sick

done with the affairs in the house I continued to the backyard laundry clothes already my boss soaked in a round tub aga big

"duh how nieh nyuci his clothes" I confused myself how to wash clothes without wetting my left hand

and finally I wash with my two hands because if you use one hand the results will not be maximal

I also felt a little pain in my fingers

finish washing I sun it I sit straighten legs a little sore arrived2 sound from the front...

"nami.." call my boss.

"yes ma'am" I stood up from my seat and

approaching sounds from outside the house

I saw my boss holding edward and carrying groceries

"nami please bring mom's groceries" he told her and left her shopping cart

"yes ma'am" I said and stepped over carrying groceries into the house that afternoon it was so hot sunnya sehinnga I was outside for a while feeling hot

my boss put edward to bed and turned on the AC then went outside again and sat in the guest chair

"nami's sitting here" she called while looking at me tidying up her shopping

"iya ma'am" I immediately approached

and leave my job

I sat in the other chair

"you've opened the stitches on your finger" he asked me

shocked half-dead I did not know that my stitches had to be opened, I thought back to how it felt when the doctor sewed my fingers very sick

"yet ma'am" I replied a little scared

"this has been more than three days you have to open the stitches in your hands yes" he said again

"yes ma'am"

I'm confused where to open the stitches

"saya kasih kamu uang nanti sore kamu pergi ke dokter 24jam yg di pinggir jalan raya,kamu tau ka?"tanya nya sambil mengeluarkan uang dari dalam dompetnya

"iya bu nami tau" aku menjawab dengan sedikit lega karna bosku begitu baik sudah mau membayar dokter untukku

"yes already take the money, later in the afternoon you want to be the same who to go there" asked my boss a little worried

"paling sama ibu nami bu" jawabku samhil tersenyum sudah memegang uang di tanganku

"yes you said ma your mother yes" while laying her tiny body on the guest chair

"yes ma'am thank you so much ma'am" I said before I got out of my dud and went into the kitchen

"hmmm" my boss replied briefly

"ok out this I ironed just came home and told you to take me to DR 24h" I murmured in my heart happy even though I knew the process of opening seams when sewing or not

finished all my worship I when I put the orange color indicates it is late afternoon

"mom nami's home"my ass told my boss

"yes directly yabke DR 24" he replied reminding me

"yes ma'am" with a smile I left my workplace and headed to the house next door where my mother worked

I saw my mom sitting in an oelastic chair watching tv with naza

"bu anter nami to DR 24 hours yu" I'm sure

"engga ah nami herself aja gih" mother refused to take me

my once bright face suddenly became sour and Metus looked at my mother

hearing my mother say that made my heart feel like it was on a sharp knife2, I felt like I was not worried at all

"actually I'm his son aoa no heck" mengedumelku in heart while climbing the iron stairs was about to take a towel and shower

finished the bath I went alone without saying goodbye to my mother

I still don't believe what Mom said

I walk to DR 24 hours

arriving at DR 24 hours of deserted atmosphere maybe this is my luck should not queue me in the call to the inside

sitting in front of the DR

"ade wants to check what" the beautiful Dr. asked

"i'd like to open the stitches" while sticking out three fingers of my left hand that are still in the bandage

"try yes I see" while opening the oerban from the hospital I did not replace2 bandannya

I just fell silent and watched the Dr. open my bandage

"this can not be opened de the wound is still wet, later yes if it is dry then it can be opened

I'm a little sad because the stitches can't be opened yet how many days I have to wait for the wound to dry

I also stood up from my two

"yes ma'am thank you, ma'am pay ga" I asked innocently

"don't be in love medicine it just wait dry" he replied with a smile

I went out of the room feeling empty and a little scared because my stitches could not be opened I returned home and my mother was still in the same position sitting in front of the tv I approached her

"the stitching mom can't be opened yet because it's still wet" I said slightly softly holding back tears

"yes, it's just that doang ko will also heal" replied my mother casually he was not trying to calm me who was afraid of what he was experiencing and kata2 it was like my mother did not worry me one bit

I went to the ironing place and gave a hiccup not because of the pain in my finger but the attitude of the mother as if she did not care about me pain it felt like mother was very different to treat me with naza

his attitude towards me was so cold while towards naza so drifting and always paying attention to all his needs

I heard my mother crying to me

"don't be whiny just a wound like that nagis" he said again with a slightly raised tone

I also vent my anger by taking the nail clippers and opening my own stitches on my three fingers with tears on my cheek my mother did not understand my feelings I want to be noticed I want to be treated the same by naza

the pain as I cut one thread after another on my finger was no longer covered with the pain of my heart with my own mother's attitude

finished opening the stitches I was still upset with my mother I went up to the room and was stupefied to end this life