Imperfect Heaven's
A. It All Begins
I did not expect in an instant my world was turned upside down by God as devastating as it was. My life initially went well. Mother complained about the fate of being a Manpower Woman (TKW) to Malaysia has entered its fifth year. Our economic life improved because the father also became a daily motorcycle taxi driver. I'm now sitting on the first class bench of SMAN in the capital.
...“Afya, can aunty drop off Kaif's deck for a while. Aunty wants to go to pasar” said a middle-aged mother who wears a green negligee that I usually call Aunt Inarah, she is a next door neighbor who is a divorcee of two children. Handing over a one-year-old baby who used to play in my house along with a small bag of milk and diapers....
..."But nte, I want to learn today, aunty child is there kok in the titipin I keep sih” I deny a little upset. “You kind of don't know aunty son, he's still at school coming home soon. There is school this afternoon. If he comes home, you can love him. Yok mas between me” said the woman pulled the jacket. “Udah you will learn it later, the father of Inarah to the market also all buy our supplies of rice that has run out, we have, kan aunty Inarah jago nawar” father starter his motor and disappear behind the narrow alley of the house....
I stared at the face of this innocent little baby. There was a slight feeling of arrogance in my heart from being repeatedly told to look after her.
... “And you are not my family, but your mother who faces the wall until the heart just gives you to me” I said as I rubbed a tissue into the liquid from the corner of her lips. Fortunately this little creature did not have much behavior, so I could still sit quietly reading a book....
Actually, I have often heard skewed gossip from people around about the proximity of the father to Aunt Inarah. But as a child, I trusted my father more than my neighbors. Although Aunt Inarah sometimes upset me, sometimes when I was sick she also helped my father take care of me, cook food or compress my head so the evil thoughts never crossed.
Half an hour went by because Kaif was asleep and I was worried if she woke up and turned out to poop. I checked my phone and dialed my mother's Whatshaap number.
...“Mom how are you? mom when to go home?” write me but only look tick one. “Mother is no longer active” murmurku pilu. It's been three weeks since my mother's number couldn't be reached....
...“Buuk, I'm home!” sayup, I heard a voice from the house next door. I got up from sitting walking towards the side window and opened it “Kak, Aunt Inara to the market. Deck Kaif again in the living room, sleeping. Take it back well, I want to learn”, I said to the figure of a short woman wearing a messy school shirt while taking the house key under a flower pot....
...“I'm tired of Ayfa, she's there. I want to sleep first” without looking at me again he opened the door of his house by force and slammed the front door. I smelled an unpleasant smell coming out of her body like the smell of rotten eggs, a lot of dirt stains stuck to the girl's white shirt and the yellowish color on the back of her irregular hijab....
...“A laah? Kaif kan adeknya why should I also add hours ngerawat ni kot” sukanku back sitting next to the little baby.after ten minutes Kaif woke up and the bottom wet, wet, with ogah-ogahan I keep changing the diaper of the boy and put him back to sleep. Every now and then the boy woke up I asked him to play and made him milk....
...“How's mommy? Can you already contact?” ask the father in the middle room while smoking his kretek cigarette. “But pak” answered me who was a few dirty dishes at the dinner table. “Already, the dirty dishes are washed tomorrow. You go to the room just learn” drive me. “Tumben gaffer like this” me in the room and relax while playing hp. I checked my last message back to my mom and nothing changed. I finally went to bed early and planned to study before dawn....
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The next day I had bad luck. No motor sounds were heard in front of the house. My dad usually wakes me up at school. After getting ready for school I found a white envelope on the middle room table. The contents of the envelope were engraved with the handwriting of the father
...“Afya, I'm sorry to leave the house because we are tired of our situation. Your mother has never gotten along with the father of these two years. I told your grandmother to take care of you for a few years and you went back to the village. I sinned a lot on you for going with Inara. We picked Kaif because she's your sister. Zoya won't take care of him, I'll definitely come home to pick you up. Sorry your request is too big. Take care of yourself”...
Like being struck by a torrent of lightning, my body was sitting limp on the floor crushing the paper with emotion. I don't know what to do when the water doesn't feel like coming out. My head feels like it's beating violently as fast as an irregular heartbeat. Various swearing I wanted to shout, but my tongue and my strength seemed to disappear in the wind.
...“That means that the unclean gossip that sounded is true. I did play serong with Aunt Inarah. And that's why Aunt Inarah left her husband? Am I too stupid and innocent until something like this I don't realize at all?” I let out a rough sigh and with the rest of my sanity I stumbled into my room to unpack the contents of the closet and see all the important files gone....
Includes atm card belonging to the mother and home certificate. Fortunately, the savings book is still me who keeps. I forced my foot to walk to the nearest bank and told his side that my mother's atm card was stolen and I asked to be blocked, and made a new card. At first they asked me why I was wearing my school uniform to the bank to take care of the card and I explained in half a high note that I was in an emergency. They finally served me and followed my wishes. Part of the savings I took as my hand with my hand still shaking.
“If you really want to live with that woman should not use the money that comes from my mother's sweat” in the end I laughed and cried in the room. I didn't go to school today and spent time in my room. Until the afternoon, someone came to my house to report that Zoya was found lifeless in her room and a letter. It …
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