Lord, Accept My Repentance

The Gang

Somehow, now I am accompanied by them heading home at 10 p.m.

At first I refused, but they insisted on driving me home on a different bike.

"Udah, just here" I said, stopping at the sidewalk of the house.

"Away from Queen?"

"No, deket. You guys just go home."

"Kok, is the house different?"

"Yes, now that I live with Mama instead of Mama anymore" I said staring at their faces that were instantly confused.

"Oh, yaudah. Bye, Queen." They waved their hands as they passed by with their motorbikes from my home area.

I stared at their motorbike until it completely disappeared just into the house, I saw the door was closed.

Slowly opening the fence so that my moge can get into the garage of the house, an unfettered smile appeared on my face.

There were happily treated so sweetly with them without me having to worry that they would have feelings for me.

I've officially entered Bagas' gang, they promise to treat me well and no one will fall in love with me.

Of course I am happy about it, the lack of affection and attention makes me easily change nature because of their treatment.

When they found out I had not eaten, they were immediately busy making dishes that were no less delicious than Mama's cooking.

Happy, happy. The instant I felt, the feeling of resentment and disappointment dissipated when I was with them.

"Assalamualaikum," my regards slowly. I do not forget the mandate from Mama to always give greetings either go or go out of the house and slowly start to say.

The living room lights have been extinguished and there are only yellow decorative lights living next to the television.

Plaque!

The sound of a punch was heard from the sofa, like a person who hit his hand due to being bitten by a mosquito or other.

I who had stepped in wanted to go into the room immediately changed the direction to see who was on the sofa.

My eyes were round when I saw that Mama was curled up on the sofa with her eyes closed.

Walking closer to Mama and looking at the woman's shady face, my hands moved to touch her hands covered in long clothes.

"Mama" called me quietly even as if whispering. Turns out, Mama didn't sleep too well. Seen, when the voice was so small he immediately opened his eyes.

Mama blinked her eyes and sat while looking at me, she turned her gaze towards the wall clock.

"Where did you end up? It's almost 11 o'clock, you know," said Mama with a hoarse voice typical of people just woke up.

The sound of the lights turned on was heard which made this room suddenly again brightly roared.

Mama and I turned their eyes toward the man standing not far from us.

"Where are you from? Don't you know Mama's been waiting here a long time? Do you think my mama's your job to wait for you?" farhan asked in an angry tone but his face was still flat.

"Farhan! You can't do that!" reprimand Mama knitted her eyebrows with an angry face.

"Ma .. I'm sorry, yes, next time Mama doesn't have to wait for me," I obviously looked at Mama and did not respond to Farhan's words that actually lured me to anger.

"Do you think we can do that? Then ... if something happened to you, what would we say to your Mom and Dad?

You are not a child anymore, think that people have lives too! Not just watching you as you feel.

You're happy out there, and we? I have to pray that you don't do anything in this house!"

Can't stand Farhan's words, which I think are so exaggerated, I know they're worried.

"If Mom and Dad ask, tell me I'm none of your business. If need be, from tomorrow I'll be out of this house so you don't have to worry about me anymore!" I lighted up and walked into the room leaving the child and the mother.

I slammed the door hard and didn't forget to lock it, I cried for the first time in years after not doing this.

I guess, my defense to look strong and fine is no longer possible. I'm tired of all this.

I don't want to be understood, but let me be free with what I want. If you want to give advice, give it a good way.

Not so hard and inappropriate, because I'm a woman anyway.

Famous for its softness and ease of taste, I cover my face with a pillow so that no crying sounds are heard.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

The sound of knocking sounded from outside, I already knew who would persuade me. Mama must have felt guilty and unkind to me.

"Darling .. forgive Farhan's remark earlier, don't go darling. Open the door" said Mama from outside.

"Go Ma! Let me be alone first!" I shouted by opening the pillow so that the sound that came out was clear.

A heavy sigh rang out from Mama's lips, "Alright, son. Forgive Mama and Farhan, you sleep and do not stay up. Tomorrow we'll talk" said Mama, who knew I was crying.

After that, only the sound of a step away was heard by me. I cried again at what time until I finally fell asleep without realizing it.

The sound of the dog barking kept me awake from sleeping, I glanced towards the curtains still dark.

Rise up slowly and feel that my head is so heavy the effects of crying last night.

Scroll the clock on a small nightstand, only 2 p.m. It means I've only been asleep for a few hours.

Back to lay down the body to continue the dream and so that my eyes that feel swollen can be a little deflated.

"Darling ... Let's get up! Fajr prayer," called Mama from the outside who made my eyes open again.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

"Darling?" again because it did not get a confirmation from me.

"Yes, Ma" I replied so that Mama would stop knocking on the noisy door.

With a shunt, I walked open the door. Mama looked at me from top to bottom making me follow.

"What's the matter Ma?" ask me to raise one eyebrow.

"You like this left last night?"

I nodded my head slowly, "What's the matter, Ma?"

"Your feet are almost all visible, Mama is worried later you why-why if you go like this. You're not papa, are you?"

"No papa, really, Ma. I'm fine."

"Thank God, yuk, do you want to take a shower or what? Let Mama prepare warm water."

"You take a shower, ma'am" I said and replied with a nod and a smile from Mama.

Mama went into the kitchen and I went back into the room and I didn't forget to close the door, I saw myself in the mirror.

"Why indeed? I'm still pretty, anyway, despite wearing a mini dres like a gini," I muttered with a confused shoulder raise.