Reaping

Erik [2] – Prejudice

The car I was driving was traveling at a very fast speed

sluggish. Even since then only occasionally the wheels of the car turned, as a result

not much distance has been taken by my car. A few moments

then I just found out that there was an accident at the intersection

the walk. According to the info I got from some people on the side of the road,

the accident happened because a car hit a motorcycle. Event

the accident resulted in the death of the motorcyclist. I don't really know

the exact incident, which I know was just the scene of the crime

police officers to determine the chronology of the accident. Partially

the road at the crash site was given a police line. That's what makes us

had to jam. The number of vehicles passing by is so many

plus today was a holiday, but the road we went through was just

only half.

"Try me if there's no accident. Sure

now we have arrived at the grave of grandma," chirps Good who felt

upset because it has not reached the public cemetery since.

"Good, you're a habit yes," said Indah felt

I look at the behavior of her twin sister. "The darkness continues."

From the mirror above the steering wheel, I

looking towards the middle seat of the car turned out to be a sleeping father.

When I look towards the back seat. My two twins

they sing lips and mock each other. Those who are now sitting in

the back seat of the car has since continued to fight over things

trivial. Both were born and grew up in the same womb at one time.

But his attitude and behavior are completely opposite to each other.

"Have it, you guys, don't fight" said Rosie

sitting next to me, he turned his head to the back seat area

trying to break up the dispute between Beautiful and Good. "Now we will too

until."

"That, mom. Good first start," grumbled Indah

he turned his face away from his twin brother.

"Huhu... I'm just the name" chirped Good

still continue to complain even though it has been commemorated by his mother. "We when

his arrival? From this car the road is like a snail. Slow."

Seeing the situation start not conducive to me not having

other choice. I decided to take a stand and try to stop

the dispute between my twins. I'm worried about the sound

the Beautiful and Good Ruckus could wake up the father who was sleeping soundly.

"Good, quiet! Or do you want a law father?!" snapped

with a threatening tone, I did it so that Good stopped complaining and did not

start a commotion back. "The noise you two can make

wake up the sleeping grandfather."

"Yes, dad. I'm silent now" said Good

directly bend his face.

"I thank you, Good. Scolded father," said Beautiful

with a mocking tone.

"Beautiful, you are silent too" exclaimed Rosie straight away

exquisite Reprimanding.

"Yes, mother." Beautiful immediately silent get

reprimand from his mother.

"Good, Beautiful. You guys should remember. There's not one

people who want to have an accident. Do not get used to being prejudiced easily

bad and complain at every event that happens in this world, because of that

all is God's word."

Yeah, that's the condition of my little family. Almost every

when always colored with various quarrels between Beautiful and Good. Age

they are now fifteen years old. Both were born twins, but have

different personalities. Lovely was born five minutes earlier than Good. That girl

perhaps because of his early birth, he often positioned himself as

a sister. Although often every time there must be something they

make a noise and the two scoff at each other.

I don't know why every time I see a good one, I'm alone

like seeing myself in the past. The child is like a reflection of myself.

I also when I was a kid had an easy temperament to complain about

many things. Even I like to be prejudiced against others who are not

agree with me. I am trying to change to be that human being

better than ever, but unwittingly it turns out Good inherits

my childhood.

***

I was born from among those who can be said to have entered

categories of families with middle to upper economic ability. My real dad

has twelve kosan. He has a habit of playing gambling. Most of

kosan residents are immigrants who try their luck to seek sustenance in

this city of my birth. Some residents live together

his family and others live alone.

When I was a kid I would hate it the most if my mom asked me to

drove himself to the house of an old grandfather who lived on the outskirts

riverbank. The reason why I was lazy to come with my mother went there was because of her surroundings

very dirty, a lot of garbage, and often smelled of foul odor on the outskirts

riverbank.

The activities of the mother who gave food to the old grandfather were almost

he does it every day. Though in fact, my father often reprimanded my mother for

did not visit the old grandfather's house, but still the mother often did

things that my father prohibited.

"The old man should not be sent food.

Later he became lazy. The disease of the poor in this country, especially if

not lazy to work and more often ask for the mercy of rich people such as

we're." More or less the words that are often thrown from the mouth of the father

my birth, every time he finds out that mom and I just came home from delivering

food for the old man.

"The food I gave you was leftover food

we better give it to that poor old man than our food

throw it in the trash." More or less that's what every mother says

facing father's anger. I remember every mother talking up front

father, surely his voice sounded trembling and the expression of fear was clearly visible in

her face.

I myself often get rations of anger from my father because

I want to take you to the old grandfather's house.

"You're Erik again, I told you never to

he was told to take your stepmother to the poor man's house. But you still are

tail him."

I was actually confused if I had to choose to be in

whose side? Do I have to obey father's orders not to accompany mother

to the old grandfather's house? Or I should obey mother's request to

take him to the river.

It's hard for me to refuse my mother's request because she

always stood up for me when my dad scolded me. Actually my own real mother

he's already dead. Wanda's mother wasn't my real mother, but since

four years old I've been cared for by him that's what makes me have

emotional bond with him. Although it is not uncommon for me to often argue and

complaining every mother told me to make my bed or do PR

(homework).

　

***

Mother often shared food with Burhan's grandfather, because he

I owe that old man a debt of gratitude. According to the story I heard, a long time ago

burhan's grandfather used to live next to my house. I forgot to remember myself

whether he had ever been neighbors with the old man or not. Formerly

his grandmother Waroh wife of Burhan's grandfather suffered from kidney failure.

In order to finance his wife's treatment, Burhan's grandfather is forced to sell

his home to others.

Burhan's grandfather had to move from there

contracting in a house that was on the edge of the river. The cost there is much more

cheap than father's rent. Actually, I really want grandfather

Burhan occupied one of the kosan that belonged to the father, but of course the father did not

agree with mom's plan.

According to the mother's story, Burhan's grandfather and Waroh's grandmother

once saved a mother's life when she was bleeding while pregnant

my sister's former candidate. From that moment on, my mother was forever indebted

the goodness of both of them. It was different from fathers who felt their kindness

both are done because I once gave you some money. For

my real father, the great-grandfather's kindness has been paid. So my family has already

not having the slightest debt to the two of them.

***

That afternoon was probably when I was about nine

the year. As usual, my mother asked me to accompany her to give her food

the old grandfather's house was named Burhan's grandfather. Distance from my home to my grandfather's house

Burhan about two hundred meters. We went there on foot

carrying a plastic package containing food.

I've never seen a brother or sister

the grandfather's children. After the death of Waroh's grandmother who has been called God, Grandpa

Burhan had to live alone. I've heard from people

that the old man had five children who had a family and no one

even those who visited my grandfather. Actually a house occupied

by Burhan's grandfather it is not much different from the house around him

river bank. But there is one striking difference, the house is very

dirty and looks unkempt.

That afternoon there was something different about Burhan's grandfather's house,

when my mom and I went to that place. The house looks better than

ordinary days. For the first time I saw someone

lives there besides Burhan's grandfather. At first I thought it was a child

from the old grandfather. But it turns out he was just a stranger living

bersama kakek Burhan.

After I got home from Burhan's grandfather's house. On my journey

ask me something that disturbs my mind.

"Mother when Grandpa Burhan was poor and his home

also very narrow. Grandpa was his life was difficult, but his will was made

already by accommodating a stranger named Om Rama to live in

his house."

At that moment I innocently assumed that people

others whose lives have been difficult do not bother themselves with helping

someone else.

"Erik, you can't say that. As such

whatever our circumstances, we should still be kind and help people who

another trouble."

"But mother, Om Rama was open to whom grandfather was

Burhans. Lest he was the incarnation of river demon or monster from the world

others, who want to rule the world."

"Hush... You are yes, Erik. Monsters or demons do not

it was in the real world. It only exists in the cartoon world. You don't be so

often prejudices others. That's not good."

"But mother..."

I haven't been able to continue my words, mother immediately interesting

my hand to hurry home.

"Here we go, let's go home."

That was the first time I saw Rama.

That guy without me guessing before, the next few years the guy who ever

I thought it was a river demon incarnation or a monster from another world. Sinewed

that man will be the husband of my stepmother and I no longer call him

om Rama, but he should call him the father of Rama.

***