LOVED MY TEACHER

The Part 44

Time passed, two months had I been in bekasi, I remained in my condition, aunt Sri indirectly tortured in physical or mental.My parents did not know my situation, he said, living in an era of modern era like today, not having flat objects maybe only I experienced it.

Although Auntie never hit me, but she hired me inhumane, my body thin dry, half my life hlang, life reluctant to die unwilling, hope abides hope. Eating once a day sometimes does not meet nutritional standards.

If I were an influential person, I might be able to sue aunty because forced labor has been abolished and banned International Labour. However, in practice, there is still exploitation of labor even in the modern era like today.

Now this is no longer the Dutch era like the history that I often read, always forcing work, what else I am still a minor.

Today the peak of aunt anger, of course, Om Bambang does not know what happened, because if the aunt's phone always lies.

At present, aunty business is declining, and the work of om Bambang outside the city is in trouble, gradually Restaurant almost bankrupt, aunty life becomes a carut marut. But again, I was blamed.

"Heh you son of a bitch," because of you all my efforts are ruined," had you not been here I would not have experienced this kind of rice.!!

Aunty pointed at me face like a man of loyalty, everything around the living room he slammed, until the room was not shaped .

"What is this..? patience Mah." Nengrum calmed his mother, but Nengrum's energy did not hold back his Mamah's body. While I was shaking did not move.

"Mamma! Istigfar Mah..!! Erna who just came out of the room also calmed her Mom.

"Praaang.

"Mamaaah.., Nengrum and Erna screamed.

I retreated into the room, and locked it from the inside, what was to happen happened, I had resigned as God lived and died in his hands I thought.

"Dor dor dor aunty kicked through the door.I don't want to die in vain, I looked at the window and opened it, it was not too high.

Immediately I took my mum bag, packed it quickly, Money savings from the village is still folded neatly, plus money from om Bambang, money from the village, I put it in the bag of color pants that I usually wear inside, I take 200 thousand, want to say udik or what is as stupid as teuing, which is important safe thought I.

"Dor.dor.dor keluaar.mauu.the son of the unlucky bearer.pekik aunt sri.

I put on a t-shirt and jacket, then jumped out the window. I'm limping, it's 11 tonight. I walked somewhere, the streets were so quiet, an hour had passed. On the corner of the road there is a mosque, I happened to have not prayed.

Arriving at the mosque, there is an old father who is reciting. Immediately I take the water of ablution and pray Isya.

"Where's the night when you're out..?"

"Yes, sir, I'm here" or nahak nahak awewe slave outside peiting peiting?" From the language of the father of this father comes from west Java.

"Yes, sir, there's a need, but a night on the road. I lied, there is no way I can also tell with people I do not know, can later be handed over again with aunt Sri, I am not strong.

"The father of this mosque, huh..?

"Yes neng.., the father of ciamis, "the color is no place to live" residents allow you to sleep here, instead made another room neng.." 0h I just mangosteen mangosteen.

"Can you please, sir ?" I stayed here one night.., yes"

" Oh sok neng.." take a nap in the father's room yaa.., later you sleep here only.

"Udah nurut, slave awewe mah" can not sleep outside." I said, then I slept in the Masjid's room.

I lay my body on the bedless bed, looked up at the sky, my mind became a flashback, I left Mr. Arman in a state of anger, maybe this is due to people who make decisions with emotional state. There was regret at the end because I was so tired I slept.

"Artii.wait..where are you going..?

I turned to stop for a moment to see Arman running after me.

"Artiii.pleas.tungguu.pak Arman continued to chase after me, I paused for a moment.regulated my breath that gasped for breath.

"I beg you.don't leave me.." I love you," we go home huh..? Mr. Arman led me, across the street with him. Until in the middle, when the great flood came, I was washed away by the water. Mr. Arman screamed for me

"Artii...

I woke up from sleep, my sweat pouring out. The cold weather pierced my skin pores.."Istigfar saw the clock turned out to be three in the morning.

I woke up down the stairs, saw Mr. Masjid still curled up on the mat, pity the father, I had disturbed his deep sleep, because it gave up the room I used.

I practice tahajut prayer, and continue to teach..

I read Surah ' Li ilafi Quraysh, so that my journey will be made easier .Adhan dawn reverberated, the mosque became crowded, I followed the prayer together,ah.

Finished praying I helped the mosque manager sweep and mop.

"Neng does not need, let the father yes..," Rejected the manager of the mosque.

"Have been.bapak sit down, this is a thank you to my father," for allowing me to stay here," and give up his room, for me."

"What do you say his name is?" we haven't met ya," hehe.

"I Cecep neng.., ordinary people call Mang Cecep. Oh. I nodded.

"Eneng teu sakola?" Again that, Mr. Cecep's question. Like Ms. Ijah, I asked her too. By the way Miss Ijah I remember, she always comforted me not infrequently I cried in her arms. Already like my own mother.Although aunt Sri is evil with me, there are still many who love me. They are not who I am. My aunt's front house mom, always comforted me, Even though I never told her, maybe she's sensitive to my thin and pathetic limbs.

Dawn dawned, I followed in my footsteps, somehow my next life, is it better? or just the opposite. The important thing is I get out of the box, and get away from Auntie. Somehow later kinship relationship, my Father with Om Bambang, it was in thought later.

With Junior High what am I going to do? to return home, oh no.. I'm shy. I followed my foot steps, took the train to my brother's land.

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