Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Painful Words

I cried on the bed on my stomach, and drowned my face in the pillow. I am sad because I hurt the heart of the people I love.

But I also do not regret my actions, because I do need extra money, to meet the needs of my father and also my beloved grandmother.

"I'm sorry, bang. I'm sorry!" my screams are in my heart.

After almost one cried out for self-determination, suddenly a mobile phone ringing sound came from on the table.

With a lazy movement, I also tried to reach for the phone by using both my legs. After trying hard, I finally got it.

After the phone was in my hand, my forehead immediately shrunk when I saw the name on the phone screen.

"Dad, what else do you need to call me?" my mind is suspicious.

With a slight hesitation, I also received a call from my father with a hoarse voice from crying earlier.

"Hello, assalamualaikum. What's up, dad?" ask me without further ado.

"Wa'laikum hail, you got no more money, Ndah?" ask dad.

"Nothing, dad. My money's only two hundred thousand now, I haven't paid." I lied.

"It's only two thousand?" ask me not to believe.

"Yes, just two hundred grand. That's also to hold me until next month's payday" I replied.

"Borrow your boss for two million, then tell him to cut it from your salary." pinta father.

"That can't be it, Dad. That can be the same minus-hour boss. You can get mad at me later." I lied.

"Yes try it first, who knows he wants to give thanks." urged father still kekeuh with his wishes.

"I dare not." I replied softly.

"Minjam money is not brave. Stupid time you're a person." said dad ketus.

Hearing my father's harsh words, my tears rolled down my cheeks. I cried in silence, while continuing to listen to my father's nagging and swearing which was quite painful for me.

"Other parents need money, when you don't want to help a little anyway. I wish you'd be there, if you didn't want to help your own parents." ''Our father said it's getting worse.

My tears are getting more and more splashed hearing dad's spicy words. I didn't expect that Dad would get that rough and hard with me.

Though there hasn't been a week, I sent him five million. It was also the result of dating bang Rian.

"O Allah, it is so easy for your mouth to say these words to me." I cried in my heart as I shed tears.

I still remained silent and did not answer at all the pungent swearing of my father. I don't want to be told the child is ungodly, because it has gone against the words of my parents.

Not hearing any reply from me, my father again uttered hurtful words to me.

"You should be grateful. It was big, already fed and financed from small. If you know how big it will be stupid like gini, then the father first put you into the orphanage." babble father at length.

My heart immediately felt sore and sick, receiving painful words from my father.

Because I was no longer able to endure the pain in my heart, I finally began to speak again.

"Well, I'll try."

Reply to me while closing the call, then throw the phone to the wall with all my might, to make the phone fall apart on the floor.

"Why did you raise me, if only to be hurt like this? Why haven't you guys lost my life long ago, why?" my screams while tugging at my own hair.

Since the atmosphere in the boarding houses around me is always quiet during the day, therefore there will not be a single person who is disturbed by my hysterical cries.

I put my face back in the pillow, and put my emotions and annoyance on the pillow.

After falling asleep for four hours, I woke up to hear the sound of the Adhan echoing throughout the city of Batam.

With a little staggering step, I went inside the bathroom to clean myself and took some ablution water.

After that, I went back into the room and performed the magrib prayer. When I finished worshiping, my head suddenly throbbed in pain.

Because of his pain, my view immediately blurry and swirling not because of. And finally I fainted with a half-body position on the floor, and still use mukena complete with her prayer mat.

I was unconscious for hours, without anyone knowing about my situation.

Until I finally realized, when there was someone's hand holding my head, and shook my shoulder while continuing to call my name.

"Great wake up, Ndah. Awake beautiful, baby! Why is it that you're doing this? Please open your eyes, Ndah. Don't scare me, baby!" pekik Haris hysterical.

Yes, it turns out that man is Haris. He came back to my boarding room, and was immediately shocked when he saw my unconscious state.

Because there was no response from me, Haris became more and more panicked and flirted around looking for wind oil.

When he saw a bottle of wind oil on the sideboard table, Haris immediately took it and applied it to my nose.

After applying the oil to my nose and stomach a few times, I finally regained my senses and started to open my eyes slowly.

"Alhamdulillah, you finally realized too, Ndah" said Haris relieved.

"Why did I come?" ask me confused.

"So you passed out, when you came in here, you saw you were lying on the floor" Haris explained.

"Oh," I reply.

"Cock just oh, anyway?" ask Haris in wonder.

"Well, what am I supposed to answer?" ask me back.

"Yes, it should be clear first. Why did it get like that? What's the cause? Was it because of our fight last afternoon?" search Haris.

"No, not because of that" I replied.

"If it wasn't for that, then for what?" urged Haris.

"No papa." I replied coldly.

"Lying, there can be no problem. Look at it, your phone was destroyed like that."

Oceh Haris pointed at my phone that was still on the floor.

"Oh, that. There was a centipede there, and because I was so shocked, I immediately threw my phone there." I lied.

"Ah, not possible. You must be lying, right?" guess Haris.

I didn't answer a word Haris said. I closed my eyes for a moment, then recalled my conversation with my father this afternoon.

Seeing my reaction like that, Haris again asked me his questions.

Oh, that's it, Ndah. Honestly why the hell! Why do we have to cover it up?" urged Haris.

"What exactly happened to you? Did anyone hurt you?" ask Haris.

"Nothing" I replied.

"If there's none, then why did you pass out?" ask Haris curiously.

"So my head hurts, so he passed out." I replied.