Guardian angel (best secret of my life)
My story
This year I turned 18, unlike most women out there who enjoyed their teenage years. But I had to struggle with the little angel swinging in the baby swing in front of me.
Is that angel my son?? How could I have a child at such a young age?? Am I a night butterfly?? There must be a lot of questions, but this is my story....
My name is Ayuna Defara, I grew up in a simple house in one of the cities call it A city. In the house it looks so comfortable from the outside, many are envious of me without knowing what I should experience.
At that time this small body was 4 years old, just learning to remember memory. In those days it was possible that children of my age spent their time playing or spoiled by their parents. But unlike me who was forced by circumstances to become an adult at a very small age.
Wh why?? Am I an orphan?? Wrongfully...
My parents are still complete, either my father or my mother, I even have two older brothers, an older sister and a younger brother. Many are envious of seeing me still surrounded by a complete family but they never know the saddest thing for a child is not because his parents are gone or divorced. However, when they exist and look good on the outside but inside like hell.
That morning I woke up as usual at 6, I immediately followed my mother who was busy handling her sales. Well my mother is a traveling vegetable seller, although her income is not much but enough to meet daily needs even though sometimes ad his time we can not eat. Then my dad?? Don't ask him he doesn't work and just keep saying that he's sick, but I see he's fine.
"Bring it!!" My mother looked at me.
I immediately ran back to take a bath for fear that my mother would get angry if I lingered for a long time. After I finished my bath, my sister put on me a shirt and a ribbon in my hair that made me smile happily. After he finished with me, he left for school, when he was still in high school, this was his first year of school.
"Sister, can I have some chocolate??" Ask me with a plain face.
"It's.." He smiled as he gave me a chocolate bar that he prepared for me every time he went to school.
I saw my mother was going to sell, I just stared at her. Because actually afraid to stay at home, but what power I can not whine like my sister, because it will certainly be angry.
Skips
It was getting up during the day, making my stomach a little hungry, I immediately went to the dinner table to pick up the rice and side dishes that my mother had prepared. My eyes sparkle just by seeing there is sauteed spinach and salted fish my favorite, there is also a spicy terasi sambal and I just take it a little. Although I was a child, but I have withstood the spicy taste, because I was taught not to choose food.
"Enak..." I cried enthusiastically who was devouring my food, while it looks like my sister just woke up from her sleep.
She walked towards me looking bright, watching me bring food for her. He sat opposite me to ask for a bribe, gladly doing so.
Yak long food was toilet, after which he permission to play with his friends outside.
When I saw my sister playing, I went back to eating my food. But just a few mouthfuls swallowed by a hand threw my plate. It made me so scared, my whole body trembling erratically.
That hand dragged me into the room, he was my father who people often say was the first love of a daughter. But not for me, I cried without a sound to endure the pain in my back as a result of my father. I dare not look at her let alone make the slightest sound, only able to cry curled up inside my room.
My body was crumpled due to my father's punches and lashes, and it even seemed clear to turn blue in some parts, especially my legs and hands. A back?? I don't know how I should describe it.
This is my life, which people out there envy, if I could exchange I want to live as someone else. My little body curled up helplessly with tears constantly flowing. Wha what?? Why did my father take care of me?? Is he drunk??
No. gabe..... He didn't smoke or drink alcohol for as long as I knew, he just liked to gamble with my mother's money. Which sometimes makes them quarrel, since I learned to remember what I saw was only quarrels and quarrels. My mother reasoned because she had many children she survived, but she did not think about how the mental of her child. This is worse than the impact of parental divorce.
My father loved to gamble, if he won he would buy good food and hide it in the room. But if I lose it is always me, and I always hit the target and I don't really remember since when my father started beating me every time he had a problem....
"Hikss... Buu .... Hiksss...." I wish my mother would come home soon or my sister would come home soon.
Where's my brother?? My first brother was married and joined his wife's family, while my other brother I didn't know he was often not home. Until the voice of Adzan reverberated, there was no sign that anyone would help me.
I tried to sit down even though it felt like my body was destroyed. I walked into the kitchen to check if there was warm water, but nil, as a result I just washed my wounds with cold water which made me cry even more but was afraid to make a sound. After that I took Betadine in a place that my older sister used to, I know exactly where she is because this isn't the first time I've been hurt.
When I was done with my wounds, I went to the closet looking for clothes and trousers for me to use. Then I immediately searched for my sister's whereabouts, even with a slightly hobbled path. I smiled to see my sister sleeping in front of the tv with the tv still on.
I turned off the tv, and rubbed my little brother's hair, hoping he wouldn't be like me.....
