Love Stifled By Destiny's

Escape

All over the body just keep on kneading, when feeling soreness throughout the joints. The evil stepmother who was always evil treated me as a maid, making me often feel exhausted.

I graduated school a year ago. Ever since Alex and my parents died, my life has gone out of color and the torture of the stepfamily, making my days so bleak with torture. There is no happiness I can feel, just make me feel my spirit at this time. Because I can't stand the treatment of my new family, now I'm trying to escape from my own house with Bik Sari.

"What are our actions wrong, non?" tanya bik Sari already felt fear.

"No, bik. This is correct. We have to get the hell out of here before lives are lost to torture every day" I replied steadily.

"Alright then, we should pack up as soon as possible," finally make Sari agree also to my idea.

Photos and valuables I carry all, if there is a sudden need I can sell later. Suitcase feels full no longer fit by the relics of my parents. The state of the house is quiet, because the stepfamily is out of town for a vacation, so this is my chance to run the action that is run away from home.

"Come non, quick .. fast. Later go hunting non stepfamily, come too!" tell Bik Sari to get me dressed quickly.

"Yes bik, it's almost done" I answered nervously in fear.

We both finally ventured to escape, which was to set out to the new city of Semarang. The comfort of leaving cruel people was so much fun for me. We went away to try to find happiness and fortune in a new city.

"Goodbye to the house of memories. For a while I'm gone I can't take care of you, but I promise someday I'll give you back to be mine" I promised in my heart.

With a pinch of courage and trust in the power of God, I strengthened my heart and resolved that happiness would still accompany our journey through the ark of life.

So strong is this determination, to immediately go out of his own home. Although it feels heavy leaving the house that witnesses the monk journey of my life, this self must still let go.

Remembering that those who do not want my existence to cause heartache for their treatment, I better throw away those painful memories.

"Thank God our lives are safe from the tormentors?" say thank you bik sari.

"Yes, bik. Thank God we were finally taken away from them. Let's hope they don't find us anymore so as not to bother," I replied in relief.

"Yes, non. Right."." Right."

What a hard life we have to bear at my age which is still relatively young, especially so far I have always been pampered and dependent on the people closest to me. From this moment on my new life will begin to learn to be independent.

I do not want to be a burden bik Sari and must be obliged to help ease her work, by way of finding work. Our current situation is difficult, making me determined someday to turn things around, which brings special happiness to Bik Sari.

Life goes on as usual. I'm still continuing my education, studying business management while working part-time at the Supermarket.

Bik Sari is now taking good care of me and has considered as her own child, no doubt now I call her a mother. She was so happy to be considered a parent, because after Alex's departure she was lonely as well. But thanks to me he can live again, because he has another child even though he does not contain it.

"Thank you, Mom. You have been kind enough to take care of me," I said to Bik Sari.

"If you don't have you, maybe you won't be aware of Alex's sense of death from such exhausting grief, thank you Amel. Now you are present in the life of the mother, with the tenderness of your heart which is also now fragile," sobbed the mother with a tight hug on my body.

"Yes, mom. We must strengthen each other, to continue to live in the future," I said now poignantly as well.

I could only hold her back tightly, to be able to ease her sadness.

For me now these are days that feel so tiring and emotionally draining, plus heartbreak and finding ways to treat it. Only with patience will I go through everything even though sometimes it feels difficult and heavy.

I tried to smile thinly, with a trickle of tears dripping down. Now that I cannot speak a word, the pain in my heart now makes me very weak, but I also have to be strong to go through all the obstacles. I stared at the mother's net and gently wiped her tears with affection. I held her shoulder and I rubbed her slowly up and down, to make her feel comfortable so as not to grieve anymore.

"Thank you, Amel! You want to be a mother's child with a poor life like this," she said.

"Yes, mom. Amel will learn how to live this life even with poverty. The most important thing now is that we can be happy without any interference from those people" I replied, who continued to hug him.

"Heeh, it's Amel."

That is how our days live life as children and mothers even though they are not blood.

*******

It's been a long time since we left my hometown. The new life has been well welcomed and happy even in a joyful way. Although this is a new place, but thank God the same friends and neighbors are kind to all. Our poor lives can only be lost in a small place, but everything is friendly and always kind to us.

Bik Sari or my new mother now works as a traveling fried food seller. Sometimes when I had not yet left for college, I took the time to help him in the kitchen. Sometimes if on college leave, or work in the night shif, I took this time to help sell around, so that our daily needs are met, namely eating.

Now I just realized, it turns out that life so rich is not always good, there are so many obstacles and enemies who want to master our treasures. Even though we are now living a mediocre life, we are still grateful to accept what the risks are given by God.

Sometimes many friends continue to scorn my life, which is said to be beautiful fried food, but I ignore all the shame for the happiness of both of us. Mom's trade sometimes I leave it in the cafeteria where I go to college.

"Amel, you are beautiful and smart, I want to sell fried foods. Not ashamed of what?" ask my friend clearly.

"There's no one like you! There are many prestige and expulsion of all students here," choked another friend as I was depositing fried food to the canteen.

"Ngapain should be ashamed, just steal it. I'm not a man of style like you, let alone squandering money. For me 500 silver money already means something to me and my mother, to fill the emptiness of the stomach," I replied casually but with great emphasis.

"Heeeh, you poor boy," despise them.

They were ashamed of my answer. I am not ashamed to live all this, because I used to feel that rich life is always a waste, without thinking about people who are in need of help. So now we can only realize, what is the meaning of a wealth of property, if below us there are still many people who need our helping hand