My Life Light

Chapter I Originally My Life...

I was born in a simple family, my father was a private driver and mother who sold cookies in a small cafeteria not far from home, our life was very good at first until one day my father changed, he said,dad often hit mom now, but in the past he loved me and mom so much, dad was willing to fight grandma to be able to marry mom. Until one afternoon my grandmother came to our house, I was so happy to welcome my grandmother, but she didn't touch me at all. Yes, my grandmother didn't like us, don't be surprised by that because my father fought him and refused to be matched by his choice, my grandmother brought a letter and a photo.

my mother took the photo and the letter and cried, "why is this so mom? why would you?" that's what my mom said to Grandma.

"you knew from the beginning that I didn't want you and your son! don't feel like you don't know that! " my grandmother sadistically answered him.

after my grandmother's arrival, my father never came home, there was a feeling of sadness because my father wasn't around, but there was a feeling of pleasure that no one beat my mother anymore.

for months my father didn't come back with us until one morning he came and talked to my mother, I saw them talking but I didn't hear at all what they were suggesting.

"all I did for you and Gia! there's no way we can live like this continuously!" snapped dad.

"what is going on with our lives? we are all well with this life! you're not ready to give up your mother's fortune!" my mother replied with a spicy.

my father's family life is quite good, especially the grandmother of a handicraft businessman who has been known by many people, somehow the father fell in love with his mother and grandmother did not approve of it, he said,stubbornly father still married to mother even without the blessing of grandmother. we do not know since when the father returned to communicate with grandmother that we know the father suddenly changed, change, not like the father we knew.

their beginnings spoke well until they finally got back into a fight, the quarrel this time felt even more gripping, but when I was 3 years old, I was not at all uncle why my father and mother quarreled. I watched my father keep hitting my mother until she fell, I ran to save my mother but my father firmly pulled my shirt until my neck hurt, my father raised me high.

"if you don't want to too, let me take your son!!"

I don't know what kind of strength you got, he woke up and tried to reach me, making my dad lift me higher.

"please put my son down!" my mother would rather save me than her relationship with my father.

dad dropped me off, when he heard my mother say, but unfortunately my grip was not so strong and made me fall, mother tried to catch me, but mother only managed to hold my head until not hit on the floor,I grimaced in pain I felt pain in my legs I couldn't get up, my arms crumbled.

"gia.. gia.." mom called me not to fall asleep.

I kept moaning in pain, I was not strong anymore I wanted to close my eyes. faintly I saw my mother take a knife, she walked towards my father who turned his back on us, he said,after that I no longer know what happened.

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after that I woke up in a white room, I looked around me, there was oma mekky she was the mother of my mother.

"you've woken up, dear.." said oma, "does anyone get sick?" he asked again and I nodded, "oma call the doctor yes, let's check!" he said it again then oma pressed the button beside my bed.

it made my legs limp and I had to be carried or wheelchair-bound, after weeks, I was finally allowed to go home,I was confused because I did not see the existence of my parents at all, like a child who does not know anything I just follow my oma.

"hi beautiful girl.." said a man to me, "you remember me?" he asked again and I answered him with a slit, "you are exactly like your mother! too honest." he said again.

Actually I know who that guy is, I just like to prank him, he's om Salman, he's the sister of my mother, more precisely the foster sister, who I see he loves my mother so much.

we went home to the house of oma, they said for a while I would stay with them in the city of M, at the birth of my mother, I welcomed her gladly, because I feel more like they love me than my father's family.

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Months changed, until the year changed I lived with them with a very abundant affection, om salman and oma always invite me to walk the road, so I don't have time to ask where my parents are.

until I started school in M city and I started asking my parents again, but the answer I got from oma and om Salma was that they both left and couldn't take me with them.

I started in my friend's mockery because I had no parents, I was getting upset and had not wanted to continue school, om Salman who gave his understanding to me to make me go back to school.

one very sunny afternoon when I came back from group work at one of my friend's houses, I saw Salman and oma getting into a serious conversation, actually I really want to know what they're talking about but it seems like an impolite thing.

"oom afternoon, handsome om afternoon" said I as I entered the house.

"is everything okay?" my hands look at the tears of oma.

"everything's fine, baby! where are you from? how come I'm going to school at this hour?"ask about Salman.

" i just finished studying om's group!"

"study group? what class are you in?"

"ih.. om this is bad! I'm in 4th grade now and om forgot" I said in an angry tone.

"class 4??? that means that o'm already big, huh?"

"yes, dong..."

"if you are big, here you want to tell something, surely you will like this story! but, before that you have to change clothes first, okay?"

"om mah.. make me curious! be careful if you don't!"

Gia changed her clothes very quickly and went straight back to the dining room, "nothing... Gia should know everything!" that sentence that I accidentally heard when I was going to meet them.

"om.. I'm done," I said as I walked towards them, "oma.... oma why??" tanya Gia pura did not know.

"you're okay, baby..."

"here.kiss om first..."

"om that..why thank you anyway! I'm so good, I can't kiss you anymore! " i said but kept peeping my favorite om cheek.

om Salman laughed at my words that were different from what I did.

"because you said you're a big boy, you want to tell me about your mother" said Om then speechless to see my reaction.

I was surprised to hear what Salman said, they should hesitate to tell me about this. "okay" answered me trying to calm down.

I never asked about my mother, because every time I asked them they were always sad, that's why I never asked again.

"your mother is sick" said om salman made me turn, but I did not ask. because om Salman always taught me not to cut if om or oma was talking, "om wants to tell me everything but promise me you won't be angry with everything that's going on and I'll shake my head.

he told me everything, he told me this story he got from my mother, I was surprised by the story, I was surprised, I tried to remember the incident but she only remembered where my father beat my mother and knocked me down until I was like now, the difficulty of walking made me clench my hands very tightly. my habit when I was very angry, seeing that om Salman reflex grasped my hands to open, the last time I did that my palms hurt because my nails stuck there. om Salman continued the story until my tears came down, I just learned the fact that it turned out that the quarrel was not only because my father wanted to remarry but my grandmother and father planned to kill my mother and take me for sale.

my mother tried to defend herself, but in vain because she had no evidence, in fact she did kill my father, even if it was to defend herself and me. at this time the mother is sick with bronchitis or wet lung that is severe enough, my swallow is up from my seat, I am, oma had wanted to hold me and wanted to hug me but I saw Salman holding her they let me into the room.

"let him alone first ma... let him calm down, maybe he's shy here! mama knows for herself, fell from tqngga aja she just silent ga nanggis." I had heard om Salman said that.

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the night before, I had not come out of the room at all, I heard several times oma knock on the door but I did not open it, "honey..." this time om Salman called firmly usually I will immediately appear but like unable to wake up. I am still confused what to do, I am still confused, when I was drowning in my mind, my room was opened forcibly to surprise me.

"you're not hearing the same oma you called from earlier?!" he said, "om told you not to think like that! om give you time not to torture yourself by not eating like that, om want you to know that your mama is not wrong! om know you can talk about people around let alone talk about aunt emy" explained my om.

actually I was a little surprised when Salman said his last sentence, because honestly I was like that because the person who said it was aunt emy, he was the older brother of my mother.

"tomorrow can I take a look at you?" my question arrived to make Salman look.

"not tomorrow baby, you still have to go to school"

"but I'd love to see it" my tears began to spill.

spontaneously om salman hugged me, "om will take you but not this time! this weekend we'll be there because your mother is out of town" said om Salman and asked me out to dinner.

for me om Salman and oma are everything, those who raised me and took care of me until I was what I am now, even though I have shortcomings but they continue to be beside me.

it did not feel like the end of the week came, as Salman had talked about some time ago, we will visit my mother for the first time I met her again after 7 years of separation. "Lord..I hope my decision to meet him is not wrong" my mind.

"morning ma'am" she said.

"good morning sir, good morning ma'am! this is Tina's mba's son? "

"yes ma'am..this is Tina's child, she wants to see her mother" replied oma to the polwan, the woman smiled sweetly, turning her head as if to om Salman who still continues to hold my hand.

the policewoman took us to a room where we were going to see my mother, I felt bad because the woman looked at Salman's hand a few times, I tried to let go of that grip, she said, but Salman looked at me angrily, "it seems Salman doesn't like this woman" I said in my heart.

20 Minutes passed and a very thin and messy middle-aged woman appeared, "ka.." call Salman to her, it turns out that it was my mother, she walked straight to oma and kissed the back of her hand,om Salman approached her and did the same to her.

I looked up I didn't know what to do, om Salman approached me and led me to my mother. "this is Gia ka.." om salman represented me who could not say anything.

"you're a big boy." he said holding my face.

and suddenly his cry broke he hugged me, I also took off and returned his hug. I saw om Salman and oma crying, this is the first time seeing Om Salman strip off.

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my weekend activities changed immediately, which is usually a road with oma and om Salman, now to visit the mother in the detention house even though it can only be once 2 weeks because of her presence outside the city, there we used to spend talking but I was happy about it despite our limited movement.

a month has passed, one night om Salman hastened to leave after receiving a call, I who woke up thirsty to ask. "where are you going?"

"om no business for a while, you're home..."

"okay" I answered briefly. I was close to Salman but I always tried not to disturb his privacy.

the next morning I woke up to the sound of an oma's dike, "what's wrong?" ask me slowly, "I think oma cook for lunch kiya later. I will help oma cook today" said I am happy because this week heart I will see mother.

oma did not flinch with my words her gaze was empty, still while continuing to cry. 'Oh my God.. what is this.' I said in my heart. Before long there was a knock on the door, I opened it and found Alfian there, and Alfian was Salman's closest friend.

"hi's beautiful... healthy?" he asked when he saw me opening the door.

"hi om, I'm healthy."

"oma is?"

"there's om. I called for a moment" I replied to him and then went inside.

oma turned out to have walked out with a rather large bag, "my dear we come with Alfian to your mother's place" said oma while pulling me.

"we don't bring oma bekel? what will mom eat? we're going to buy it on the street?" oma did not answer me, she just continued to pull me out and lock the door, om Alfian kissed the back of oma's hand. "already all ma?"

"do you want"

along the way there were no talks until I reached J city where my mother and I used to live with my late father. going in there we were not taken to where we used to talk we were taken to the very back again. I was shocked when I entered a white room and there were some candles there and more surprisingly there was an om Salman standing on the broom of a coffin. "what is this?" ask me in my heart, "Lord please God don't. Don't do anything, I beg you...."

om Salman immediately approached me, he hugged me very tightly, "pity patience.your mother is gone" he said slowly but very surprised me.

Bruk.. bruk..me and oma fell at the same time om Salman who had just hugged me immediately caught me, while oma was immediately detained om Alfian.

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I realized when we reached a house that was not too big but well maintained, when I went out of the room I again found the coffin I had seen, which I had just seen, this time there was oma and aunt emy beside him who shook hands with the guests who came.

om Salman who was aware of my presence immediately approached me, he hugged me back "you must be strong dear! I'm sure you're strong against this, spirit!!" he said encouragingly, I approached the chest, I saw my mother there, she was very beautiful and she smiled. I smiled looking at her, I did not ask them about my mother's death, what I believe my mother is sincere because she smiles very sincerely.

The funeral was dyed haru because om Salman who arrived suddenly held down the casket, "brother!" hold on to Salman who makes me very moved too.

After the funeral and other events we re-assembled at the place of Aunt Retno, she was a friend of my late mother, my mother, the residence we used to put the mother who turned out to be quite a lot of friends in the city of J who saw the mother for the last time, even at the funeral a lot of who drove the mother. it turns out there is a trust left by my mother for us who entrusted to Aunt Retno whose husband works as a lawyer.

"good night everyone. I'm Jimmy nababan, the husband of Retno nababan who has been entrusted by Tina's mother some trust that the sisters should know." om Jimmy gave his greeting and opened the conversation about trust from my mother.

"before I apologize to all of you for directly gathering you like this while the atmosphere is still mourning, but the trust that Tina has entrusted must be conveyed immediately before you even know from others." this time Aunt Retno spoke, "I had a video tape taken the day after the doctor declared that his lungs were severe enough to function and the hospital said he would not be able to recover. aunt Retno and Jimmy then took out her laptop and played her video.

"hi all her.. when you watch this video I must have returned with God. for mama I leave my jewelry for mama, mama, if mama has a debt or anything for taking care of my son I also have a little savings for mama to use pay all that. for Salman brother leave mama for you to take care of, also take care of you two things that are the most important brother trust, brother also nitip something for you, later they will give it to you. and for ka Emy I give you my 4 efforts but on condition, help mama take good care of my son,if you start taking care of him the funds from those 4 ventures will go into your account as I ordered Jimmy and Retno. The last one is for Gia, baby... thank you for still accompanying me who killed your father, I left all your remaining assets to you, take good care of yourself son, dear mother to you, according to your father and your aunt and your aunt."

the video died, and then Jimmy and Aunt Retno picked up some maps that we had to sign, before we signed them asking us to read them. suddenly Aunt Emy was angry because she knew that om Salman got a house from my mother.

"i don't accept this! he is not who we are! tina can give her all that"

"it's okay, Emy don't be ashamed" said omaku when Aunt Emy was angry.

"mama too! he's not who the mama is, why the hell in martial continues." said aunt Emy half snapped make oma surprised.

"don't get rich, you mama!" om Salman scolded him slowly.

"don't call me ka! I don't know you! "

om Salman wanted to wake up but my hand first grasped his palm making him know that I was afraid because my hand was shaking.

om jimmy and aunt Retno prevented the quarrel of aunt Emy and om Salman, they said it was all my own mother's decision without incitement or coercion from any party. they have also asked the reason for it because Jimmy as a lawyer already knew very well that it would be a matter of contention and my mother's answer was quite surprising, indeed, he said because so far it was Salman who helped oma take care of me, actually I really approve of the reasons given by mother, all this time it was Salman who slammed the bones for my life and oma. to convince them that Jimmy played a video where mom said it was so Emy's aunt could no longer be cut out,om Jimmy also explained that the trust from my mother will go down to Aunt Emy if I stay and be cared for by her.

spontaneously aunt Emy said from now on I will stay with her, I clasped Salman's hand even stronger, to be honest I don't want to be with her.

"it's not like that ma'am." said Jimmy when Aunt Emy said that, "what I mean by living together is the desire of Gia herself or if the oma is gone, you as the closest relatives will take care of Gia until she goes to college." said Jimmy again.

"so as long as it hasn't happened, where are all the profits?" ask aunt Emy.

"Will be in the account mom, Tina's mother has set up a separate account to avoid things like this, all the income will be reported, from anywhere you get" said om Jimmy began to ketus.

"can I get a data recap even if my parents still live with my mother?"

"of course ma'am, there will be my people who bring the report to you"

"well, then I say goodbye" aunt Emy went without saying goodbye to oma or om Salman.

we stayed there until the seventh day of the departure of the mother, then we returned to the city of M because I still had to go to school. me and om Salman tried to entertain the oma who was so devastated by the departure of the mother, actually we feel the same way, even though I just met for a while but I feel that he loves me so much, he said, we try hard so that the oma does not drop because while in the city of J oma did not make her voice at all.

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already more than a month of the departure of the mother, oma has started doing activities as usual, only she more often complain of dizziness and headaches, he said,several times om Salman invited him to talk until finally oma can be like now. om Salman is great, his nature is like a true real biological child makes oma feel still have children.

om Salman really looks strong, he did not show me anything at all, that makes me motivated, but it turns out it was just a mask that he put up so that I and oma did not dissolve in sadness. one night I found him stripping without a sound, he was surprised to see me.

"sorry, I don't mean" he said, wiping away tears.

"not what do I understand om must be hit hard,om much earlier know him on my appeal"

"om just misses mom again..."

I didn't answer, I just replied with a smile. "i miss him too.

from that night on, I learned how devastated Salman was and how heartbroken he was that night, because he told me everything, how he got into this family and what kind of treatment all the members of this family gave, all received it except Aunt Emy but the cause om Salman did not tell me he said not yet time I know.

you understand that 4th grade Elementary school children to 5th grade with a limp, carrying a burden like this, trying to be much more mature, trying to make people around me happy to see me. All my tears hold, my tears, all disappointed I swallow myself, because I know they carry the same burden, even sometimes the food I eat is tasteless because it swallowed all the bitter taste and did not want to make people around worried.