Lord, Accept My Repentance

Already Sleeping Together

At 10 in the morning, we arrived at Dad's house. Green flags and flower boards instantly filled the streets even the courtyard of the house.

I came using a veil for sure, we went only three. Because Bang Rangga-babang Farhan there is busyness.

Just knowing his name after a month of living in the house, actually wanted to ask his name.

Because when we first came. He didn't name me, but I was too lazy to ask.

Many are coming, for sure they are the business friends of all Fathers and also maybe the brother of the new wife.

I stepped on the floor that I had left for a long time, into the living room right where it appeared that his body had been covered with cloth.

I swallowed the saliva trying to patiently not make a fuss or provoke people's emotions, I looked at the person who was crying so hysterically.

Dad looked at me as if he didn't like the way we stopped, "We're going home, yuk!" take Mama while holding my hand while her face keeps looking at Dad.

"Why?" I asked the pretentious do not know while I also understood the look of the eyes of the man who had now walked towards us.

He pulled my hand firmly and led me to the garden, "Lepasin!" I shouted holding Dad's hand.

Dad took my hand off violently, this little wrist was red from him.

"Om what the hell, anyway!" sentak Farhan who turned out to follow us to the park far past the people want to mourn.

"You are what! It's none of your business, this! Why are you following us?"

"Of course it's my business, Om! Because he's now my responsibility!"

"Oh, huh? How can it be your responsibility? Did you marry her? Or ... Is he engaged to her?" ask the father who won't lose.

There was a look of surprise from Farhan, did he just know the true nature of Father now? Shocked at him.

In fact, Dad was crying while hugging his new wife. But, instantly his crying disappeared.

It was a great effect of my coming, dispelling sorrow and incurring hatred.

"We slept together! Is it a problem for Dad? No, right?" my chirps crossed my chest and made the faces of the two of them stare at me with shocked gazes.

"Curtain! Basic, the child of the same mother is not much different," paternal lips with facial expressions that have changed.

"Wildamah! Rather than me being like Dad, mending me like Mom. I don't like and care like Dad!" I said to him, "already, come on, baby! We'd better go home, we'd think by seeing his dead son he'd be a little nice to me. It turns out the same, the devil did not disappear from him even though he was grieving!" I pulled Farhan's shirt off from Dad.

Of course, so we don't touch and he can be mad at me. This is all I see he is still with a shocked face at what I said earlier.

I took off his clothes and went back in search of my Mama's whereabouts, it turns out Mama was sitting not far from Mama Anggi.

"Call Mama, gih!" I whispered to Farhan who was beside me. Before long, it turned out that Mama saw our whereabouts.

He got up and greeted the woman, Aish! I don't like Mama's good attitude towards other people.

In fact, he was hugging the magic grandmother. Does he not fear that?

"Stop swearing at someone, don't you see he's grieving?" farhan whispered near my ear.

"Gee!" I was surprised while looking at him in confusion.

There was Mama behind him there was Mama Anggi and Dad entered simultaneously. Mama was standing next to me while Mama Anggi was facing me.

"Did .. did you kill my son? What's my son's fault? He never hated you? Why did you kill him?" shouted Mama Anggi who made me surprised to link eyebrows.

When his hand was about to pull my shirt, Farhan was directly in front of me so that the woman would not pull this shirt.

I saw that there were various people who set their sights on us even Ustadz was also staring at us.

Dad immediately hugged the body of his wife who returned to crying hysterically even to droop.

"Udah, you go there quickly! No need to come here again!" push Dad hard.

I shifted Farhan's body from in front of me and squatted down a little towards Father who was sitting on the floor for supporting his wife's body.

"I warned you, yeah! Don't just accuse me if there's no evidence! You think I'd touch your son? And I came here because my mother forced me to, if not? Do not step on foot here, meet the faces of the traitors and cheaters like you guys I'm ogah!" I hugged my mom's arm and asked her to come out.

At first glance before coming out, there were some people who closed their mouths, stroked their chests and shook their heads because they heard my words.

It's up to them to brand me what and who, you bastard son? Child doesn't know it's lucky? Malin' kundang? Or whatever, whatever! I don't care anymore.

Because from the beginning I was always humiliated by Dad for the things I did whether it was a big mistake or a small one.

I'm sure he took me to the park because he wanted to tell me that I was the cause of his son's death.

Farhan immediately stopped the taxi that happened to pass, Mama entered first. When Farhan and I wanted to come in.

The view we both met with a familiar figure, "Hi Buk Wati," said Farhan and Buk Wati directly walked closer to us.

I kissed the back of his hand in reverence, he pointed at me, "Nazwa, huh?" ask Buk Wati who so soon he forgets me?

"No, Buk. Agnez Mo," I'm from.

"Huss!" scold Farhan to me.

"Hahaha, you're still kayaking first."

"So what do you want Buk?"

"Well, do you have a grudge against Ibuk? Until your speaking style doesn't change, too?"

"No, Buk. Where can I get revenge with the principal who took me out of the school" I quipped with a forced smile.

"Haha, didn't you ask? I just follow."

"Yaudah, it's up to Ibuk. Enter, Buk. His body was buried like it was."

"Yes, Ibuk first, yes. Come!" pamit Buk Wati and go walk into Daddy's house.

"Hey, how come you're not in yet?" reprimand Mama by opening the car glass staring at us.

Immediately, Farhan and I got into the car. We forgot that we were going home and instead looked towards Buk Wati.