In a Match But Not Stupid

Preliminary

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's.

The beginning of my story, starting from my family who was very reluctant in the village at that time, because my papa who as an ustadz guru najai.

I felt like I was the happiest kid, taking care of the cows, taking the grass for the cow food, I sat in my sack on my bike.

I screamed singing, my dad smiled seeing me happy.

Mama also smiled to see me, at that time she was pregnant with my sister who was still 7 months.

Devina light my name.

I am 6 years old, I have been in 2nd grade Elementary School. I was escorted and picked up by my mom at school, my dad came home, my grandma was sick. But papa didn't take me and mom went to see grandma.

Mama then hired people, to take cow food at home, because mama was hard to squat for long, my sister in the belly of mama began to grow.

It's been a week my dad's at my grandma's house, calling my mom on a neighbor's phone.

But at that time my neighbor had misheard my father coming home Thursday, but he told my mother Monday. So that Saturday, Mama still hired people to take grass for cows, until Monday.

Where Monday to Tuesday papa has not returned. At home, my grandmother is also old.

Thank God I was still strong to walk, keeping me helping my mother at that time.

Mama cried at night I remember, mama said, "why don't you go home bang" he said.

I also miss papa just silent next to mama, rubbed my hair soft.

Until Thursday, papa came home.

The little me ran to papa, and hugged her.

But because the mother was in a state of anger at that time, immediately asked while raising her voice.

"Why just get home now bang? he said Monday why until Thursday?" ask your mother by raising her voice.

"Not told the hajj sir, if my brother came home Thursday," replied the father gently.

"Udah want to go in first, do not talk outside," said the grandmother from inside.

All of us, we went inside the house.

Mama brought the souvenirs that papa brought, snacks for me and side dishes for mama to cook.

After that, we ate together in the kitchen that afternoon.

Papa looked at the cow, it seemed like the grass in the cage was lacking for the cow's dinner, so papa picked up the grass that afternoon.

Papa had gone home to bring the grass to the cage, but papa's cousin came home with celurit.

"Where are you? out!" he said with a celurit in his hand.

"What's the bang?" ask mama.

"What are you here for?" ask grandma.

"David out you! just go home to aunty, you are here as a maid," he said again.

"What do you mean brother?" asked papa confused, why suddenly like this he thought.

"Just go home you vid do not stay here, you are only used as a maid here told to tell," he said glancing at mama.

"Why bring celurit bang?" ask papa.

"Let you come home from this house" he replied.

"We're good here, you don't have to tell her to go home" said grandma out.

"Be quiet, you" said he throwing his celurit at grandma.

Abaghfirullah if I remembered it at that time, it was heartbreaking. How about, for example, if the celurit hit grandma's body, when I was 6 years old.

Fortunately Grandma dodged it and hit the wall of my house.

"Don't say much, Grandma! throw back my celurit," she said and grandma obeyed. Throwing in another direction so as not to hit.

"You have to clean your clothes, tomorrow you have to go straight home" he said and left us.

I was hugging my mother, and my grandmother was also approaching me.

Papa just looked at her and went to take a shower, because it was dirty from the cow pen.

I was afraid that time, for some reason, I felt papa change.

Her night.

Papa goes to play, to the mother of his cousin, I want to go there, papa allows me to go with him.

There, papa's smiling cousin sister greeted me and papa.

"Let's go in vid," he asked.

"Eh vina is here too?" his words turned towards me.

Suddenly from the inside, my aunt came out and said,

"Just go home from the house vid, you are made a maid there, you don't know, the fish and cakes that you bring are thrown away by your wife" he said.

Papa just shut up, obviously this afternoon we ate together with the fish that papa brought.

"Shut up, let David talk" said papa's cousin.

He was the brother of my fierce om earlier

"What's wrong, I don't know exactly what happened, why was I told to go home?"

The next thing I talked about I also did not know, because at that time, I fell asleep with papa's thighs.

In the third of the night, at exactly three o'clock someone knocked on the door, papa came out.

Apparently, he was the father who married also with the villagers here.

I don't know, what's being talked about, I didn't hear it because they were away.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I woke up from sleep hearing my mother cry.

I saw her, papa took care of all her clothes.

"Well, why don't you take me and Vina?" ask mama.

"Let's play home" she replied.

After finishing her clothes papa said,

"If there are men from the west or east there, want to propose to you, just accept it. Our hair is still the same black."

"What do you mean bang?" ask mama again.

"I hope you understand!" he said without looking at me, he immediately took his bike and left.

I ran to the back of the door, after papa left, I chased after him, yelling at him. It turned out that he kept cranking his feet, not looking at me.

I was crying, my mom was too.

That sign means my papa mama's mentality with ease, because married betel. With words alone, then also finished his marriage.

After my sister was born, my father returned to mama's mentality a second time, in order to validate her divorce.

I don't know what else to say. Papa's disciples, taking all the Qur'an in my house, papa's bangunakan who replaced his position as a salary master, maybe that's what he had been waiting for and waiting for.

This is the beginning of my story, as a broken home child.

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