Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 05. Anita's Suffering

The breeze of the night infiltrated through the sidelines of the bamboo woven wall that is not perfectly closed.

The piercing coldness makes the joints ache. Anita curled up on a bamboo cot hugging a picture of her Father and Mother.

His body felt cold, still motionless. Either because of the cold she felt, or because she did not want to hear the screams of the bamboo cots that she slept with thrashed.

'Dad, Mom, Tangent. Tata can't live like this.' The whine in the heart.

His sobs still sounded heavy. Sometimes he breathed a long sigh, as if he wanted to reduce the burden.

Anita is not a lazy person. He's also a smart kid. But unfortunately, economic limitations make him have to learn without knowing the school.

Studying together, meeting a lot of friends at school, he no longer felt since graduating from Elementary School.

"No sir ! Our lives are hard, don't add hard ! Anyway, I don't agree that the boy continued Junior High School !" Maki Bulek to Paklek at that time.

"But Buk, this is the trust of his late father and mother. After all, I've also enjoyed the rest of her parents' legacy." Persuade Paklek kekeh.

"Mother doesn't care, she lives with us, doesn't need anything to eat. I don't agree that the child is a burden in our lives. Point !" Impact again.

Only teardrops could represent his protest at that time. Anita can only resign and accept the situation sincerely.

Anita immediately approached Pakelek Arman after the departure of her Bulek. In the middle room, he saw his Pakleknya sitting quietly leaning on a rattan chair backrest

"Tata gakpapa Paklek, Tata will help Bulek sell only." He said as if he understood what he was thinking.

"I'm sorry Paklek Nduk, Paklek can't do anything for you." Paklek said while hugging the tiny body of little Anita.

Now, she was no longer the crybaby little Anita. He was in his teenage years. But sometimes the pain in the heart makes him have to shed tears.

Like tonight, he lay curled up on a bottomless couch. Even if it was useless, only the roar of tears represented resentment in his heart.

Tired that he felt did not ignite his spirit to keep working.

'Why can't I sleep, when I have to get up early. Otherwise, Bulek will be angry with me again.' he groaned when his eyes could no longer be closed properly.

Yes, it has become a routine activity. Every three o'clock in the morning, Tata had to wake up, make puthu cake batter and prepare breakfast for the Arman Paklek family.

His routine was every day, more than a maid. Not to mention the task of cleaning, washing and tidying clothes, after which he also still has to sell.

'Until when do I live like this.' Complaints again.

Imagining her days so complicated, made her slowly close her eyes.

Trying to achieve dreams in short sleep. Although sometimes in dreams he feels the pain of suffering. But he still faces reality.

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Kingggg.....!

The alarm that he had set since the days before, had awakened him just in time.

His ears heard, but his eyes were still reluctant to wake up. Replaced by the movement of his hands that turn off the source of the sound that always faithfully wakes him up.

"Tata !"

"Whispering !"

"Can be turned off !"

"Don't see what, if it's late at night !"

Shouted Bulek and Astrid alternately.

Glodiakkk ... !

"Astag." Tata said in shock, when he heard the sound of a blunt object being thrown towards the room door. Whether it was Astrid or Bulek who did it.

"Oh my God, I'm late." Lirih.

In haste, he took ablution water. It had become a habit, before doing his activities, he prostrated himself in the third of the night, to beg for mercy. Because only to - Him, he asked for help.

Everything was fine, when the sun started to show off its rays. The house that was quiet, suddenly noisy gini, because of the habits of its inhabitants.

I don't know what they're fighting about. Sometimes there are cries of Astrid who is looking for something, or maybe the curse of Bulek who became a bad habit.

"Nduk, Paklek go first. Take care of yourself." Pamit Paklek that morning.

"Where are the Chinese going ?"

"Park there's work out of town. Maybe once a month Paklek go home." The answer.

Paklek Arman is a builder. The property company where he worked always asked him to move places, according to existing projects.

"Pake Paklek, Paklek also be careful there. Always take care of your health." Anita Pinta.

"Here, don't talk much. Astrid was waiting. Don't be late for school !" Shouted Bulek from outside.

"Yes, Paklek stayed. This is a little sustenance to use as well as possible, for your own purposes."

"But Paklek."

"Already, not most but. Hunts caught by your bulek."

Anita immediately folded and put the pocket money given by Pakleknya under his pile of clothes.

However, it was indeed unfortunate luck always sided with him.

"Your mother, mother." Call Astrid enthusiastic.

"What are you, instead of going there soon."

"Sstttt.don't be so hard, Astrid saw, I gave money to the parasitic boy." Astrid's Info to her mother.

"What !"

"Sstttt.later I asked if I was the same you have left."

With a furious face, Bulek impatiently wanted to reprimand his nephew.

"Astrid, let's go, get out late."

"Yes sir !" His shouting.

"Astrid go first Buk, do not forget to share. Money shut up, hehehe..." Say it while it passes. Without a greeting without permission to his mother.

"Basic of a double eye." Umbat mother.

After making sure her husband and son went away from home, Bulek immediately approached Anita in her room.

"Hey, you fucking child ! Where was the money given by your Paklekmu !" Ask Bulek to the point.

"What money_"

"Here, don't lie. Here's the love to Bulek." Said cutting.

"But Bulek_"

Not yet Anita gave an explanation, Bulek has ruffled the contents of his room. Fill the closet as the target. The clothes that he had been struggling to fold, gini messed up.

"Try from earlier you did not argue, it must not be this way." He said after finding what he was looking for.

Tata can only be silent and resigned to what Buleknya do. As usual, he returned to the kitchen. Look at the stitches he had stayed.

After it was cooked, he lifted it up and he packed it into a container. Not forgetting that he put the 'Princess Ayu' lebel on it.

"Where are you going !" Tegur Bulek when he saw his nephew out carrying a basket.

"Want to sell Bulek."

"Good, don't go home before you bring money."

Those words seemed to have been imprinted in his hearing. He left the afflicted house in search of a calmer atmosphere.

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