LIFEWEAR

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I arrived in front of the house. I glanced at the clock in my hand. It turned out to be almost half eight.

"I'm home." I said.

I was greeted by my youngest brother Sammy, 9.

"Don't bring food?!" He immediately grabbed the package in my hand. He ran to call my mother and my two brothers. Nanda and Judah their names.

Yuda is 16 years old while Nanda is 13.

They devoured the field that I brought. Seeing them happy my heart was warm. It's easy to make my family happy I thought.

I saw my mother's eyes were a little red. Like I just cried. If I asked, I would never be honest. Because he basically has a nature like me. He always hid his pain, sadness and fatigue.

"Mak. Risa is payday. It's Mak." I'll give you 400,000.

"Mak's buying powder."My canda. I was hoping my gift could wipe out a little wound.

He smiled and said, "Let's love."

I nodded and nodded to enter the room. I knew the money wasn't big and it would never be used for his own life. But at least with money it can reduce the burden even if only a little.

SIX MONTHS AGO

That afternoon, I found my mother crying in the kitchen alone. I just got home from college and was amazed.

I approached him directly. Because I think he's sick.

"Why mamak?" I'm lirih.

I'm not surprised. Because a month ago I accidentally read a friendly message on my dad's phone.

"I already know Mak." Mumpling.

With a surprised face I asked "When do you know!? how can?!" The fine lines on his face were increasingly visible. I also told him everything.

"I'm confused Mak. I don't want to see you sad. That's why I chose to be quiet." I tried not to cry.

He hugged me. "Sufficiently only we know, son. Your sister shouldn't know."

"Why mother?!" My protest.

"Your sister's sister is still too small Risa. Their kasian. After all, Mamak does not want you to lose the respect of his children. He remains the head of our family. Maybe he's just a khilaf."

"But Mak....."

"Risa. You've apologized. He prostrated Ris. She promised not to be so anymore.Mamak only has you that Mamak can rely on. Mama please."

I was forced to comply with his request. But honestly I can't accept it.

My father's behavior has changed over the past few months. He becomes easily angry. It is very quiet and rarely eats at home. When the food doesn't taste good, he gets angry and leaves.

He's getting stingy even too stingy in my opinion. Though the business of buying and selling eggs that he pioneered began to bear fruit.

She likes to yell if my mom or sister asks for money. Even for school money.

In the past, the backbone of the family was mother. He worked our land alone. On the sidelines he worked as a farm laborer in a neighboring field. No wonder my mother's body is a bit thin and looks older than her actual age.

With all that, I should forgive him?! I have to stay respectful?! Can I?! I don't know.

I think my mother was blinded by love. Fuck the marriage.