Girl For The Widow

Chapter 5's

The Wounded Thief.

by : Roosy.

*I Ilyang, live one land with the Rose Flower. We are brothers, but in our lives we are anonymous. She is beautiful and attractive, of course everyone knows roses. He became the center of attention, loved, admired and proud of all who looked on. Not with me, of course that weed is neglected. Who would look at Ilalang if a rose grows in the middle of it. All the people will see its beauty. She is beautiful in contrast to my ugly self.

Am I envious? I answered no. I may be jealous of my brother. I am grateful for myself even though justice is unknown to me?

He, what is fair? did when the rose ate the Bread and I ate the Crackers. Bread and crackers started from that day. He, I remember clearly.

"Get up, you take care of the house? Your mother and sister the Roses are going to the Warung."

I also nodded in a sign of understanding. I saw the departure of Mother and the Rose who looked happy.

"When do you ask me to come with you, Mother?" The question is in my mind but it's hard to say. It seems like lips are not friendly to my mind. I had to choose silence because I was sure the answer was no.

I am still enjoying the solitude. When bored in the house then I approached the Tree of Sambik which became my most comfortable place.

Do you know the ramblings?

Kesambik, the name of the forest fruit that is similar to the Kelengkeng fruit. It may be one family, Kelengkeng life famous, loved by everyone from any circle. Well, different from the Sambels. Reliability in the countryside and the Intermediate Forest. Surely known by people who live in the countryside only.

The fruit, almost the same as the Brown-skinned, yellow and Green-colored Longan. The shape is round and there is also a little Lonjong. The taste is not as sweet as Longan, Kesambik there taste sweet, sour and bitter. It may depend on the type so it tastes different.

Back to me.

I waited for the return of Mother and Rose on the Tree of Sambik. Look at the leaves and enjoy the fruit. This fruit is what relieved my hunger.

A few hours waiting, I finally got home. I ran, welcoming my hope this afternoon.

"Sister, I ate some really good bread. In it there's chocolate and I'm also drinking ice fruit. It's good and it's really good."

I listened to him so happy to tell him. My eyes twinkled and my saliva could not wait to ask.

"It's Crackers for Brother."

I received a pack of small crackers for 25 rupiah. I smiled with a tight hug. I walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. I came back and sat in the corner.

I saw the face of Rose smiling and of course looking very beautiful and the face of Mother Sumringah. I'm glad to see it too.

I enjoyed the Crackers by making them Bread filled with chocolate and white water as if Iced fruit. That's what I think it is and it comes from my imagination. Isn't that fair, right?.

The noise as I chewed on it could not fool reality. I realized, this is really Crackers not Bread. Still the crackers I enjoy even though I miss how the taste of the Bread contains chocolate. I felt, in a dream I had no right.

The days I passed. I no longer think about the difference I feel. I am quiet and loner enough to entertain myself. The Sambic Tree where I hid shed tears and where I shared my dreams. I am strong but I am also a crybaby. I love Mom, that's why I don't protest anything she's given me. I didn't ask not because I didn't want to. It's just that I realized I didn't deserve it.

Now I'm parting ways with Mom. I continued my struggle to reach my dream. I want you to look at me and assume my whereabouts. Then I'll fight that wishful thinking.

It was difficult after several years of struggle. All that did not make Mom then look at me.

"Roses, in the School he Ranked the Big Five. I'm proud to have a child as smart as the Rose."

I heard Mother praising the Rose in front of the neighbors. He was so excited to tell all the achievements of the Rose Flower its pride, closeness with the Teachers and also its association. Almost everything that is encountered must listen to the story of the Rose. Only the name of the rose is spoken. As for Me, the neglected and forgotten.

I am indeed not smart just perched on the top ten not the top five. But are you not kind enough to remember my existence.

"Mother, my struggle is not easy. I'm stressed out, almost crazy. When me and my classmates threatened not to graduate because our grades were substandard. We are all fighting our hardest to improve that value. Even so with me who hardly had time to play enjoy my teenage years."

That long sentence is only in my mind. There's no way I'm gonna tell Mom. I ran away again. The Sambik tree is my goal. I cry in silence. That hurt the more it torments me.

"I am also your son Mother."

I'm tearful. The tears don't understand. I don't really want to cry. But I want to laugh and mock my wounded heart. What a power, in the end I cried too. He, I was crying. I cried, I couldn't hold it.

Look at me, right?

Hahahaha

I laugh at my sweet self. Have I gone crazy? why am I laughing when these tears are flowing.

Hey you don't cry but laugh, because right now I want to go crazy.

hahahaha

Hahahaha

I won't care how crazy I am with this wound.

crying will not make you feel sorry. I'll definitely say "basic whiny"

So light up with a laugh so that this heart is happy and you will be happy too.

"Mother, I am not worthy of your praise as you would not give me a piece of leftover Bread. What's wrong?"

I just found out about my favorite rose. He proudly told his friends.

"You know, Mom loves me very much. I always invite to Warung and never invite Kak Ilalang. There I ate all I could and whatever I asked for was given. At that time I ate a delicious bread. Because it's too full then I don't spend it."

"Then I asked Mom. Can I give this leftover Bread to Brother Ilalang?"

Mom said, "Dispose if you can't spend it. Don't give anything to the tares."

The tears were shed as soon as I heard the story. I have no power to hold back tears. The pain is suffocating me. I was hurt, very sick and hurt.

I went into the room and cried in silence so as not to be heard by those who were joking.

Given that I'm getting hurt. I didn't know that and I only found out when a few years had passed.

Mother, am I not your biological child. Why is even a piece of leftover Bread inappropriate for you to give, so what about the others? would you not give it? The land was luckier than me. The ground gets the leftover bread thrown away. While I get a story about leftover bread that should not be enjoyed by my little mouth.

I was hungry but chose to be full.

I am fragile but choose to be strong.

I am weak but choose to be strong.

In fact, my tiny body was unable to bear the disappointment.

Injured!

hahaha

I laughed at the tears that came out of my eyes. I mocked my helplessness.

Hey you, sober up! you do not deserve praise and affection from anyone. You are not as precious as the Rose, so take my nadip.

You right!

I don't hate Mom, I love you very much. Whatever you do, I believe in it as a form of Mother's affection for me.

Connect*.

***

A girl was busy telling the story she was writing. He rereads to make sure that Typo is not in the writing. Once convinced, he sent the manuscript on an online authorship platform.

She is a 25 year old girl. The girl chose to pull over because of Insecure with her life. He left it all behind when his dream was in his grasp.

The man named Lalu Rizqy Anggara has ruined the future of a Girl. He heartily snatched away the dreams of that innocent girl.

That girl, once secretly loved. The feeling is not revealed and shame reveals it. He greatly admired his co-worker. But what happened? The man pretended to give his attention. After getting what you want. He then dumped the girl with pride because he had managed to take something valuable from her.

"I won the bet."

That sentence was always excited in the hearing of the Girl. He was very disappointed and hurt. Of course the girl was very hurt. The hurt caused him to lose confidence. And the trauma made him distrustful of the sincere love of a man. Since then he has tried to keep a distance from the people of Adam if it is related to the heart.

The incident embarrassed him, the embarrassment caused him to return to the Village and choose to live there. Currently he hangs his life as a farmer by managing the rice fields left by his parents.

The farmer's girl is Habibah Rosy.

But who would have thought if he was the best graduate of the prestigious Private College in the Region. The girl named Habibah Rosy was a Bachelor of Economics and now chose to devote herself as a Teacher to the Tsanawiyah Madrasah.

Seriate.