Lord, Accept My Repentance

Anggi Death

I have been living with the Farhan family for a month. I haven't returned any of Dad's belongings either.

No more transfers from him, it turns out he was angry with me for slapping his son.

Unbeknownst to Mama also Farhan, I have worked in one of the coffee cafes suggested by Arpan.

They often come to the cafe when they are free and tell stories also entertain me.

[Queen, it's a holiday tomorrow, right? Go, yuk!]

[Come on! We've never been out, you know!]

[Well, really. The road is thin first, especially if Queen already has money we are camping gas!]

[Gas gas gas!!!]

I just sighed reading the messages from them in the group, my working hours from 3pm to 10pm.

[Come on, gas!] I'm sending a message from them. However I also need entertainment, it is impossible to have to work every time.

The work has been completed, the cafe has been closed and accompanied by the cafe owner. He gave me my first paycheck this month.

When I finished, I raised my iron horse and cut through the streets of this city with a cold stabbing into the bones.

Mama was standing in the doorway looking at me, several times I was asked by Mama about why every day went except Sunday.

Because, indeed, the cafe is on holiday on Sunday. Luckily, the cafe owner is a girl so he definitely needs a weekend for family gatherings or holidays.

"Where are you from, anyway? This is not the first time Mama saw you coming home late," Mama scolded after I kissed the back of her hand with reverence.

I kept my head down, not knowing to be honest or keep lying. I also know for sure Mama will be suspicious and will not believe me again with my reasons that-that's it.

"Otherwise now? Who else are you out of whose house?" ask Mom when I want to answer her words.

"Sorry, Ma. In fact, Nazwa works part time at one of the cafes," I said with a lowered head. There is no point in constantly lying.

"Huh?" Mama's voice sounded so shocked by what I said, "so you've been working all this time?"

I held my head to look at Mama at a glance and nodded my head.

"Who gave you permission to work?" ask Mama in anger.

"No Ma, but I don't feel good if you keep hitchhiking with Mom. Dad didn't give me any more money, he didn't even pay my teacher anymore.

So, I just have to get money from Mother Doang and Mother can only help pay my teacher half and if I want to pay the teacher must use pocket money from Mother deh.

I also need Ma's pocket, I need money to buy things or skincare. I may not ask Mama.

So, I better get to work. After all, the work is also not heavy and long, really. Wait a minute and come home not too late at night," I explained to Mama to give a reason why I work.

Besides, I also want to be independent. Can do anything itself without prohibition or coercion from people.

I looked at Mama's face with a sad look, she looked sorry for what I explained. Not that Mama didn't give me pocket money.

But I always refused because I felt bad. Already received at home and given food and shelter, I am very grateful.

Mama clutched my body, I saw Farhan was watching us from earlier. Feeling himself known, he went back into the room.

"Grandfather Ma, it's not Mama's fault. Yuk, we're in! The wind is getting colder, nih!" take me quickly after releasing a hug from Mama.

We went into each other's rooms, to be honest while I worked. I will never again carry out my duties except Fajr and Zuhur.

After that, I went back to being the crazy human being of the world and was obsessed with money and money alone.

I've shed this body that feels tired, has not been in communication with the family for a long time. I opened the phone and saw the homepage of the camera image app.

Look Anggi-my father's step-son posted a photo of himself with his girlfriend or even ex a week ago.

"Ck! Girlfriend is like that in posts, not handsome!" hinaku by turning lazy eyeball.

When I was friends with me, the three of us were not dating. Not because I forbid, but because of those who want to focus on education.

While me? Not because I want to focus on education, but I don't think there's any genuine love in this world.

"Dadn't love me, let alone anyone else?" My words when my friends tell me to date or accept the expression of someone's heart.

I put the phone back with the origin and began to enter into a dream that may be more beautiful than reality.

***

This morning, I don't have to build Mama. I got up on my own and also took a bath earlier before the Azan reverberated.

"Do you know something?" asked Farhan looking at me.

I frowned, "What news?" my question while glancing towards Mama who seems to be kepo as well.

Farhan pushed his cell phone towards me and I took it from his grasp, Mama approached because she wanted to know too.

In the school group, Anggi died in a tragic way.

3 Days his body has just been found by the police, which must have also been a father's errand child. I returned Farhan's cell phone back.

I haven't been in that group since I got into 11th grade High School, because I started being so naughty in that class.

"We'll see, yes," asked Mama.

I turned my gaze toward Farhan without answering Mama's invitation, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" I sat with my eyebrows raised next to my.

He shut up and answered nothing, "Do you think I did it?" I guess what was in his mind.

Plaque!

Mama's hand clapped Farhan's hand when she heard me say, "Enak just accuse Nazwa recklessly! If there is no evidence, it is the fall of slander! Slander is more cruel than murder!" cerca Mama advises Farhan.

"Farhan didn't say anything Ma, he's the one who knows!" ketus Farhan stared dislikefully at me.

"Moran! Your eyes imply all that, if there is no such thought. Why look at me like that, huh?" ask me a little hard.

As good as it feels, even though I just don't know anything about Anggi's death. Just met him I've never been again.

In fact, the message he always sends I don't intend to read it. That's what I hate about that woman.

And now, hearing the news of him dying under such circumstances alone does not make me kasian to the woman.