Life, matchmaking and patience

My life

My name is Sherin Wiryoatmadja. I am the youngest of 2 children, my brother Adira Armanto. I am almost 17 years old and I went to a private high school in Jakarta. I'm taking the National Exam soon. I live in my grandmother's house, Sonya Wiryoatmadja. This house is the only memory left with my grandmother and mother.

In this house I live with my father Armanto, my mother deasyna and my brother Adira. There is also Dharmi. Mbok Dharmi is like my own grandmother. The mbok helped us long before my mother and grandmother were gone.

Kak Dira is a surgeon. Kak Dira works at the family Hospital rather than the grandmother's hospital. Dira and I, since childhood, have never been able to get along. We can never even be called brothers. Our relationships are like employers and servants.

"Sherin, make fried rice, hurry up !!!" his screams echoed every morning in this house.

"Yes, brother, Sherin made it up for a while" I replied.

that's the scream I hear every morning before I go to school.

My morning as usual. At 03:00 I woke up to pray tahajud, to relieve myself of the Creator. Then I cleaned the house with Dharmi. Make breakfast for my family. However, I was never allowed to eat or eat with them. I only brought a piece of bread to prop up the stomach so as not to starve.

"Where's my fried rice?" ask Brother Dira while pulling a chair at the dining table.

"this is sis," I replied as I put a plate of fried rice in front of him.

"Pa, ma, sis, Sherin went to school first", "assalamu'alaikum", I said while kissing their hands. But they were silent and still busy with their breakfast.

Such was the attitude of papa, mother deasyna and also my brother, cold as ice. There will never be an answer from my greeting. It was as if they never thought I existed.

I just opened the door, suddenly these footsteps stopped, breaking my daydream, KREKK...

"sick brother, what's wrong?? please let go, aww. My hair is tied to my leg, it hurts," I asked while enduring the pain.

"grab your monthly money from papa, where fast !!" brother Dira's orders force.

"But sister." I said scared.

Suddenly unceremoniously stale, Brother Dira picked up my bag. Just like months ago, brother Dira took all my allowance for a whole month in that brown envelope while hitting it in the face and throwing my bag.

I could only keep quiet as usual while picking up my things and putting them back in the bag.

"patience Sherin, everything's fine. There will be a time when everything will turn around" I said, calming down and smiling meaningfully.

Since it's showing at 6 and I don't want to be late, I'm walking out of the house. Wipe my tears, see the sky so bright. "Spirit!!" I said encourage myself.

As usual, along the way to school, I greeted Grandma the porridge seller, helped push the cart of a pampered Grandpa, and helped the elementary school children cross the street. "thank you, Brother Sherin, da dah.." they say it's sweet.

"What a nice thing to see them happy with just a little help without having to spend money" I thought.

At the bus stop that was still quiet, there was only me. Suddenly there was a small child playing on the highway and from a distance it looked faint, I saw a minibus speeding towards the boy. "Adek AWASSS ... !!!" my scream ran towards him and hugged him tightly.

BRACKET... BRAKKKKKC....