Guardian angel (best secret of my life)

Fevers

Tired and tired, that's how I feel right now... I entered the house with a pale face, probably because it was too tearing up my energy. Because it was night I decided to go to the room and sleep. But it only became my wishful thinking, when my father's loud voice called me.

"Make food there!!" Tell my father, not even see the condition of my body that has been very tired after a day of work.

I dragged my leg to the kitchen, I saw only rice in the hood. Several times I exhaled rough breaths, then massaged my temple muolai throbbing. 30 minutes I was in the kitchen, just put food in the hood I felt my stomach like it was in a wobble. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited all over my stomach. No matter how many times I let out my stomach until my body droops in the bathroom. My head was getting sicker and didn't feel like it was making me sob.

I was in the bathroom for half an hour but no one came to me. When I came out of the bathroom, I was faced with an intimidating look from my mother.

"Why you??" Ask my mother, I just shook my head because I couldn't talk.

My mother came up to me and made me walk into my room. I immediately changed clothes because the clothes were all wet. After I finished changing clothes I immediately lay on my bed. My mother came with a scraping device, actually I don't really like it because of the pain. But I dare not refuse my mother.

"Aawww.welcome..." My ringis when my mother started to poke my back.

"Wind in the wind!! Watch out for macem macem, but don't embarrass your parents!!" My mother's boyfriend, who I know very well where his words lead.

I don't know how he could talk to me like that. Though clearly he knows that I often come home the night because work is not doing strange things. I don't know if I might be more, but when the word said it said my day was very sick. Even the pain from this scraping was not at all comparable to the pain in my heart. But I just kept quiet, I just closed my eyes.

"Well, tuh!! Tomorrow I'm sending a letter to school!!" Said my mother leaving me alone in my room.

Instantly my tears broke, although I cried without the slightest sound but my tears were rushing. I could accept all the insults from others, but hearing a bit of hurtful remarks from my parents made me go straight like this. Well tell me my mentality has been very disturbed since childhood.

I cried for about an hour until my eyes started to hurt. At the end I wiped off my tear marks, and sat on the edge of the mattress while leaning against the wall.

"Yes Allah... Can I give up.. Hicksnake..." I looked up at the sky.

"Son... Can't give up... Na's.. You must be strong.." My monologue.

"Inget, you have to reach your mind, you can't give up Na!!" My words encourage myself.

I went out of the room, to the dining table. Well I have to fill my stomach again, so that it doesn't empty after that I have to take medicine. I ate my food quietly even though my mouth refused. Because the taste is bitter, but still I run out of my food. After eating, I wash the dishes I ate. Because the dishes there have been piled up I have to wash them even though my body is still quite weak.

"You can Na... You can do it!!" My mind encourages myself.

I hurried back to my room, then I spread the cloth as a base for me to iron. Even though my body feels crumpled, I still carry out my duties. Start ironing one by one the shirt.

"Oh God..." I looked down while holding my head which kept on pulsing.

"anytime... Just a little more!!" I told myself to comfort myself when the pile of clothes was still a lot.

I continued to focus on ironing the clothes, until my sister arrived in the room. He gave me drinking water and medicine. I put down the iron for a moment and smiled at my sister.

"Make a sister??" Ask my sister.

"Yes, in your mother's love!!" Said my sister.

"Aah.... " I nodded my head and immediately drank it and then thrust back the empty glass to my sister.

"Say mother, if you're dizzy tomorrow!!" My sister cried while glancing at the pile of clothes that I had not finished ironing.

"Ah... Da... No one lives a little more!!"I said with a sweet smile.

My sister said goodbye to the room, she said she wanted to continue watching tv. Well that's his hobby he likes watching tv to fall asleep and so his tv is watching him. I also returned to struggling with my ironing, although cold sweat continued to pour on my face.

"strong... Na's.. Little more... Abis is sleeping!!" I told myself.

"haissshhhhhhhhh..." I just kept wiping the sweat that kept falling soaked my face.

After all, I let her be arranged in that basket only. Because my body really can't anymore. I immediately laid down my body, took out a blanket and covered my entire body. My body was shivering, because the cold was so piercing. It may be the effect of my fever, but I can only curl up helplessly in the blanket. Trying to close my eyes to fall asleep, maybe with sleep I can relieve a little pain in my head.

"Oh God is cold...." I watered down with a trembling body yet I could only bear all of it myself.

Different things if my sister is sick then my mother will be on her side 24 hours. I don't feel a single tear just flowing from my eye. So obvious is the difference in affection between me and my sister, well I'm so jealous of her but I can't hate her because she's my sister.