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Women from Wounds

Renzana Alcatraz

I know that woman's heart is made of wounds. Even now he could not hide the wound from his face. It was clearly printed on his father's face, a burden he had borne for some time. He just sat quietly in the dining room staring at the empty table. While I was watching him frying martabak noodles to ward off hunger.

After arranging the balcony of his room to such an extent, Kanya complained that her stomach was hungry. However, since hearing the news that his mother was not okay, the woman was more silent. Nanar's gaze. I know a lot of things he's thinking. Trying to be strong when there is blood that continues to flow and try it in his heart.

I don't know for sure what makes Kanya so deeply hold a grudge against the woman who gave birth to her. All I know is that the woman's mother is married to her boyfriend's father. They are forced to budge and fight each other when they learn that Kanya's mother was pregnant before the two were officially married.

I thought at that time, obviously, which child was not disappointed if the figure who became a role model actually did what was considered embarrassing. However, now I think, this is no longer a matter of Kanya's mother marrying Son's father. There must be something else that made Kanya so long to hold a grudge. And that thing, I never knew what caused it. The woman was not only made of wounds, but also a collection of secrets.

"His, eat first yuk. You have to have the strength to deal with all this" I said no matter Kanya. The woman is still daydreaming. I'm sure the sense of smell and taste is not functioning properly this time.

I know, there's something he's been thinking about that's making him worry. Maybe it's work. So, I offered to allow it to Hanung. Even if I knew, he would definitely reject it. And, my guess is correct. Kanya actually rejected my offer.

So, what can I do? My relationship with my father was not worthy of children and fathers in general. We are engaged in an endless cold war. Although we still often exchange news, but in reality it must end with a long debate. How can I give Kanya input if my situation is the same as her?

Until I remember the biggest regret of my life when I lost Adhyaksa. I told Kanya how sorry I was when my only brother was stiffened when I arrived. Eomma cried. Banging my shoulder why I didn't come immediately when Aksa asked me to come. It was me he was waiting for. I was what he expected until the end of his life.

Dad's getting inflamed. He kicked me out on the day of my own sister's funeral. At first he didn't let me see Aksa's body for the last time. However, his attitude softened when he remembered that I had the same history of illness as Aksa. Father allowed me to meet Aksa one last time, but regret did not allow me to run even this second.

I don't want Kanya to experience a similar incident. That's why I had to take him home anyway. It's okay if he doesn't want to tell me what really happened between him and his mother. It was okay if Kanya wanted to keep that wound in her heart. However, I should be able to take her home. Imminent.

Kanya's wire rings. Call from the Son. Maybe I can get some information from that guy. At least the way that Kanya's willing to comply with my desire to return home.

"May I speak with the Son?" my many. Without thinking twice, Kanya handed the flat object to me. "Hello Son, this is Araz."

"Thank God you lift up. I have heard all the stories from Bokap. He just called me. I'm Raz, wherever I am, you have to go home. Mama's condition is getting worse. I'm pretty sure Kanya is the only person who can make Mama survive. So, please take Kanya home, Raz. Take Kanya home before things get complicated."

Son told me without asking me to explain what really happened. However, that has not answered my question, what caused Kanya to hold so much grudge against her mother? I can't ask you this time. Now most importantly, Kanya has to go home!

"Yes, don't worry."

"good. Thanks." Thanks."

"Gue believes you can definitely take Kanya home. I know that you must be confused about the relationship between Kanya and Mama. It's not as simple as our parents getting married. There are other things that make their relationship more fragile. I'll tell you later, if you don't want to tell the same story. Most importantly, you must go home quickly. Mom's waiting, Kanya. I beg you, save them with Kanya, Raz. I'm sure that's the only power for Mama."

"Yes, we'll be gone soon."

The son hung up the phone call after saying thank you. I'm still trying to persuade Kanya that she wants to go home.

"Her father Son just called him. The son said that the condition of your mother is getting decreased and it is getting dangerous for the safety of both. The son begs you Kanya, you must go home this time. Not to reminisce or add to the wound, but to really go home in the real sense."

The woman who was made from the wound came back crying. Even more bitter now. When he tried to get up from the chair, his body was limp. Snapping, I caught Kanya's body and carried her in my arms. Patting his shoulders slowly and stroking his hair so that the burden he felt could be reduced.

I know, that woman's mind is so tormented. I also know that Kanya is fighting against her own self for what has hurt her.

If only there was something I could do but hug you, He. I love you. Seeing you sick also tormented me.

Kanya crying. Till sobbing. I don't know how much pain he felt. That woman won't let me know. The woman who was made from my wounds. If only he would share that burden with me a little.

I strengthen the embrace. Hoping through this embrace, Kanya could feel my loving feelings for her. Can feel if there is still a place to lean. If there is still me who can accept every wound he feels. Even if he wants to anchor all tired, there is still me who becomes the place to go home for all feelings.

"If you feel tired and need a place, you can consider me home to go home, Kanya. It always will be. I am home to you. But there's another house we have to visit right now, His. We always remember where we came from.

Strange, huh it feels, hear this kind of thing from people who also run away from home? But once your business is done, I promise you, you'll know where I'm going back to to find out where I came from. Come on, we gotta get going."

"Thank you, Mom."

I smiled in response to Kanya's words. Before the woman entered the room, I rubbed the edge of her eyes that still left tears. Then kissed his forehead the sabil said, "All will be fine. I'm sure everything's gonna be okay. I'm going with you to get through all this, Him. I know you're a woman made of wounds, but that doesn't mean you can't heal, right? And isn't love healing? Then I'll heal that wound, Kanya."

Kanya hugged my body again before finally actually entering the room to pack the things she needed. While I opened the travel agent application to get Kanya's return ticket. Imminent. Because time never waits. The woman who is made of the wound must have the antidote.