My Sacrifice is worthless

Guests Not Invited

"What kind of answer do you mean? I'm not pregnant, I never even went alone with Om Philip. You don't have to offer something you don't have to do. Please leave my house ...!" I shouted out loud with tears.

The father who saw my treatment did not accept me and slapped a slap in my face. The guest left without saying goodbye. Perih endured the pain of father's slap, but my heart hurts more.

I ran out of the house to Endah's house for cover. It rained so hard as if knowing and crying to see my condition. Arriving at Endah's house, she was surprised to see me soaking wet and crying.

I'll tell you what happened at home. Brother Endah gave me the spirit to face this problem. I can't believe my father followed me to Endah's house. With my angry face, my father slapped his slap back in my face. It wasn't enough to get there, dad took a wooden mop and swung it all over me.

I could only ask for mercy and cry. Dad still hit me without caring about my cries and the screams of Endah's brother who was frightened to see the incident. Dad just stopped when there were some residents who came with Mr. Rt. I couldn't get up at all. Something broke in my leg. Brother Endah cried over to me and took me in with some of his neighbors mothers. While the father is still lectured by Mr. Rt and the citizens.

"That once your father passed, Ta, hit you without mercy" Amoi's mother cried to see how I was.

"Already, we just treat bruises on Ita's body, let Mr. Rt talk to his father," continued Endah.

I still cry without a sound. I don't intend to be a son of a dissident let alone a son of disobedience. I loved my father very much, despite the harsh treatment and abuse I always received from my father and grandmother.

After changing clothes and being given medicine, I fell asleep until no night felt the curtain. Dad's home, I don't know what happened when Mr. Rt spoke to me. The rain had stopped earlier, only cold air was blowing softly to the ground. Before long, there was a knock from outside, Sister Endah passed by to open the door to see who her guests were. It turns out that Mom was with Grandma. My mother and grandmother cried to see how I was doing. At the time of the incident the grandmother and mother were not home, they in the neighboring rice fields helped harvest rice.

"How are you Ta?" ask mom still crying.

"It's getting better Mom, it's still a little painful" as I show bruises all over my body.

Grandma was silent and crying to see how I was. I know, Grandma loves me even though sometimes her words and treatment of me hurt. He examined my body parts that are sick, grandma could know there is an injury or not because it often helps people need help, be it childbirth, massage when tired or broken.

"It's okay, it's just bruising. Let's go home Ta?"

"Dad how's Grandma?" many fear.

"It's okay, there's grandma," he said.

I also agreed to go home. Assisted by the mother who greeted me while walking and saying goodbye to Endah's sister.

We walked very slowly. The road became slippery after the rain because in my village there was no road in cement let alone on the asphalt. So, every rain run out of the road will feel slippery because of the clay and yellow soil.

Arriving home, dad was waiting in our cramped living room. His eyes see me. Maybe sorry, I don't know. I sat down with my mom and grandma. I dare not raise my face.

"Dad promised never to do it again." continued the father.

I just kept listening to my dad talk, and so did my mom and grandma.

"Dad knows dad was wrong. I'm not gonna force you to get married again."

I raised my head and looked at Dad, there was honesty in my eyes.

"If you do that again, you'll see me hanging from a coconut branch in front of our house."

Hearing my words, my father cried and hugged me. So did grandma and mom. Ah ... Is this what it's like to be hugged by Dad? Is this what it feels like to be loved? I don't even remember the last time I got this hug. We were all swept away in grief that night. May it always be like this.

"Father promise, will not force Ita to marry again. Ita can school pursuing Ita's ideals." isak dad.

I just nodded happily, feeling like a whole family.

That morning, it rained very hard. Father, grandmother and mother can not move as usual because it has been flooded. Nur and I can't go to school.

Lunch is ready, ala content with vegetable kale sauce coconut milk, grilled salted fish and sambal terasi. Very nice if served in the weather as it is today.

The national junior high school exam is in sight. We third graders prepare everything so that our grades are satisfactory. Our school exams and practice have been very good.

From the practice of art, computers, Ipa even cook together with the homeroom teacher. It will be an unforgettable memory for us and an experience for us to move forward.

The National Examination we have been doing. Just waiting for the results to come out to be able to continue to high school (SMA) equivalent. Again, I was confronted with the harsh reality. My mom and dad didn't want me to go to school. They want me to work to help the family economy. Like Fitri who always gives some of his salary to father and grandmother.

Gillian always complained about it. Not not not do not want to be a filial son to parents but the attitude of the father and grandmother has passed the limit. If on the payday date Fitri can not go home, the father or grandmother will take turns following to the place where the employer Fitri to take their part. Over the years Fitri hnaya can buy a device. Well, that's my family.

I don't want to stand idly by and despair. I have to stay in school no matter what. With my determination, it made me hostile to my father and grandmother. None of the homework I did was right in their eyes. All wrong. I resigned, only able to surrender to Him.

My resolve has been unanimous. With twenty thousand dollars given by Fitri when he returned home, I used to go to the district where there was a sister of the grandmother who settled there. I brought a potluck suit, not forgetting my diploma. Only Nur, Fitri and mother accompanied my steps with prayer. Not with my father and grandmother.

Bismillahi tawakaltu at my every step.

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