Loving Or Loved?
The Past of Aziz
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It is still in the same place, which is a Japanese restaurant. Heavy food that I ordered with Syta has finished perfectly, it turns out that in addition to the place that is okay to have, the taste of the food is very delicious. The tempura that I ordered and the takoyaki that Syta ordered was still there, a glass of matcha was still a quarter of a glass. Because the clock is still showing at 17:00 WIB, we decided to connect the chat that had been interrupted earlier, it happened that Syta and I were lost today, so no time was hunted.
“Mama with Her Father Teteh in Jakarta? Why don't you come here just Tea?” syta asked after finishing the takoyaki she had just put in her mouth.
“Papa still have work in Jakarta that must be taken care of Syt, Mama there ya nemenin Papa.”
“Mama same Papa Teteh very dear yes same Teteh?” ask again, but the look on his face suddenly sad.
“Ah, I think all parents love their children Syt, as well as my parents who love my brother and me.”
“But Mami and Papiku, don't seem to love me and Abang.”
Uh why be gini, haduh was like the wrong theme of chatting deh.
“They love you guys maybe just a different way Dek,” said I tried to calm him, ah it turns out his tomboyish attitude only covers the fragility of his heart.
“No.... They do not love me and brother at all, the proof has been 15 years they went and never met me again Brother, brother, they divorced and left me with Brother to Grandma's house but only 3 years me and Brother lived with Grandma, Grandma also left me with Brother for ever,” he said with a little quiver, with a little quiver, I understand he's holding back his grief from exploding. Ah I salute this woman before me, in her sadness she still remembers the place, unlike me.
“Means that when Bang Aziz was 14 years old and you were 6 years old, you already live without both parents? And when Bang Aziz was 17 years old and you were 9 years old you two lived together in this City?” I said as I closed my mouth with my hands, Azaghfirullah I should behave like what and respond like what? Are there any parents who are so cruel?
“Betul Mbak, and at the age of Bang Aziz who has not even 17 years, when Grandma was sickly. Starting from pelvic porters in the market in the early morning, guarding the school cafeteria during break hours, as well as small businesses that make kites for children around the house if coming home in the afternoon, unfortunately the details of this job I only found out when I was 18 when Bang Aziz told me everything about my broken family's past. And yaa. his rancid and fondly made-up attitude was just camouflage to cover the grievous life we lived all this time.”
Yep….Allah forgave my sin for having prejudiced Bang Aziz at that time, it was true that there was always a reason behind every human behavior.
“You're also used to camouflage aren't you? Your tomboyish attitude is just a mask? You and your brother are great children, able to survive together in the midst of this extraordinary ordeal,” my praise honestly this is not a brother-sibang lambe if the Javanese say mah. But the praise came from the bottom of my heart to those two sisters, who I might not necessarily be able to pass the same test as they faced.
“But my brother and I had fallen into Teh, because they knew the reason behind Mami and Papi being separated from Grandma's writing behind our family photo in her bedroom drawer, namely Mami who was eaten persuaded by other men and Papi who at that time did not have anything should be willing to leave Mami. Emh, more precisely Brother who was down and I was just sad because I saw Brother like he had no passion at that time, because when Brother knew the truth I was still very small to understand everything.” He was silent for a moment inhaling in the air around him, from his voice as if the word ‘terpuruk’ he uttered was very deep.
“Then why won't Papi or your Mammu take you?” my many.
“If Mami's reason is clear, the man does not want me and Brother to ride in his house, while Papi he went to Singapore to pursue his world success. A year of Papi's departure, there was still news for me and Abang at that time, but after the news that Papi will marry all about Papi as if only an illusion until now I have never met the trace again,” he said softly, as he said, their family is very complicated, O Allah how lucky I am to have a super duper family complete and have a high sense of tolerance and affection.
“One thing that I regret until now Tea, at that time I was too small so I did not know anything and could only whine at Grandma or Brother if I miss them, he said, I knew all the details when I turned 18 last year and all that time you kept it alone. When Grandma was gone, I only had my brother, then when I turned 9 years old I only understood a little if the situation was no longer the same as no parents who accompanied me only had a brother at that time, but I only had a brother at that time, lucky we still have a shelter home, the relics of Grandma,” he said while shedding a little tears and hurrying him there.
“Syta little did not know anything she knew only when she woke up she had seen her brother from outside while carrying a pack of rice for me to eat alone, without knowing his brother had eaten or had not been out there, without knowing where his brother came out from, when he went to school I gave him more pocket money for me to buy lunch, again little Syta never asked. Does that brother also have a handle on buying lunch? Likewise at night he always bought one pack rice but the portion of rice is more, it's true that he ate with me at night but he only took the rice and seasoning dishes because I ate the side dishes. It's stupid that I'm a woman with a very thin sensitivity who can't read situations. Until I only realized it when I entered Junior High School, but I just did not dare to ask Brother until he himself told me about it 4 years ago when I graduated High School.”
Astaghfirullah, why are their tests so tough. Ah I could not hear it anymore, I immediately got out of my chair and immediately sat next to the girl I just knew and immediately grabbed her in my arms.
“Teh how do I repay my brother's kindness?” tanyanya softly while regulating the roar of her breath.
“Practice Dek to him consider him your parents, obey his orders if it is good and not against religion.”
“Iya, inshaAllah Syta will do that. But I also want to find him a good partner Tea, whether this is just my feeling or it really happened to him I don't know, since the 5th semester of college Brother was often struggling to change girlfriends not because of playboy brother or what ta.pii.
trauma.”
“Trauma like what do you mean Dek? Trauma can even make people change partners.”
“Emh, this according to my analyst yes Teh, gini Abang was experiencing a sense of trust in people a little especially towards the couple. So when you're dating A, you, then you know if the A goes with another guy must immediately decide this A is the same Brother without caring about the guy's brother or best friend and always so until repeatedly. And he just stopped dating for the last two years because he was busy creating content for his yietibenya channel. Is it possible that you are traumatized by the attitude of Mami a long time ago, that's what I always thought until now. I'm afraid he will have trouble building his household later if he meets the wrong person,” he said.
Hmmm..but it feels a little strange if Bang Aziz is experiencing such trauma, then why would he even want to take me from Bang Bagas, Bang Bagas, as he said while at Situ Patenggang a few weeks ago.
Huhh…. It turns out that each person besides having his own unique side, also has many secrets of his own yes…
“Entah Syt, Teteh also do not know. The most important thing is that your brother is no longer struggling with a girlfriend. For the matter of a soul mate, let him choose his own yet he has Allah Almighty Knows All the best for each of His servants. You do’ only your brother yes.”
“Iya, always insyaAllah will always Syta do’akan. Ahhh. I am so relieved to be able to tell you this same problem. Sorry Tea, don't come to think of me huh hehe, I just need a friend that I can discuss like this listen to me, give advice but don't corner me if I make a mistake.”
“Iya equally, next time you mess around at the house of Grandma Teteh you can tell as much as there.”
This afternoon I closed by drinking a quarter of the matcha that was still left in my glass. Then out of the restaurant with a raging feeling, as if still feeling the tightness of the suffering experienced by two innocent human children when left by both parents who care about their own ego, each of them, two human children who grew up without the affection of their parents, two human children who strengthen each other amid the limitations they have.
But I am very grateful to hear the story of Syta, when the brother who was naudzubillah's tough got a job that is fairly established and can support both until now. Especially now that Bang Aziz also got rupiah coffers from the prank content, so that in the last two years his brother chose to give up his job at a company and chose to develop his yietibi channel.
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Everyone grows up with their own wounds, letting time and destiny go hand in hand. Making a determination, maybe in front there is a hand outstretched to help bandage the wound, then create hope ‘heal’….
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