Same Marriage as Duda
Back Work Waiting Pak RT
That afternoon I hurried back home after my work hours at the Noname cafe were over. Every 17.00 wib, I go home. My position was replaced with another.
"Leg it feels to God. Today is done my work. Now it's time to rest at home. But payday is still long. It's only the middle of the month." I said to speak to myself in my heart.
Patience.....
If only I had my own motor. I'm not tired of waiting for angkot at the stop.
"wait. I should be able to buy a motorbike. Whatever it is later. I'll try my hardest."
The problem is, it is not possible to ask for a shuttle every day, same Sintia, the besti me. I was back on the angkot.
"When you have your own vehicle. Let it be nimble to move everywhere," I said still batting.
An angkot combat, just stopped in front of me. Where I stand at the usual stop waiting for the angkot.
"Jalan Pancenongan yes sir, how much does it cost?" my many. Because this is the first time I rode an angkot.
"Ya Neng is up. There's a price written on the door" said the driver's brother.
At first glance I read the sheet of paper stuck at the entrance of the angkot.
Still good. Two thousand five hundred rupiahs. Not five thousand.
In angkot, I was a little entertained by the Indian song played by the angkot owner.
Pensive while enjoying the strong wind that just entered the wind window without glass.
Fifteen minutes later, the speeding angkot led me to the house. Stop right at the gate of the housing where I live.
I know my house is near the highway. The road leading to the house is also not up to five hundred meters. My house is close to the highway.
***
Arriving home, I saw Mr. RT in the living room again.
She was not the person I expected her presence in front of me. Because, he's ruined all my mood.
"Sit Reg!" mother's orders that see me coming home from work.
While grumbling I obeyed my mother's order to sit on the living room sofa.
"Regina. Honestly, you're the same mom!"
I was still silent because I still did not understand, in what case I was told to be honest with mother.
I was on the same trial as Mom. Like a guilty patient.
Yeah, I was told to tell you about Ratna's pink sweater jacket.
That evening, I was wearing a pink jacket. I took it off right away. I put it on the guest table. Speaklessly and with a grumbling face I entered the room.
Mom yelled at me. Ask me to come out of the room. Because the afternoon conversation wasn't over.
I still don't want to go out. I locked the door to his room from inside.
Before long, I heard Mr. RT return. "Thank God that fucking human is gone. I hate him!"
After Mr. RT left. Mom banged on my bedroom door.
"Hey monkey boy. Come out no you. If you don't go out. I'll lock your room and you won't have to leave your room for the rest of your life!" threaten mom look serious say it to me.
Slowly, with fear, I opened the door.
"Hey. Son wands. Here you said I used to be with mom!" he said, dragging my hand towards the living room chair.
"Why do you like to do it! Shame on your parents!" he said as he landed a small pinch that hurt not curled.
Spontaneous I screamed loudly.
"You want to be the ultimate thief in this complex?! Aye right!?" snapped mom.
"Why did you steal that guy's stuff?" ask mom firmly.
I still don't want to talk. Because of the small pinch marks on my thigh earlier, it still feels sore.
Looks like, mom's upset. He pinched me a second time. I was crying so much. Resist the pain of the mother's second pinch that time.
"You're a brash kid! Shame on old people!"
Mom's breaking down the living room table.
BRAKKKKKK!
"Try me! You are the thief?! Basic muting!" The kids have learned to be thieves. If it's big then what do you want to be!" the gap is getting stronger again.
I was just crying as much as I could. Don't wanna say a word.
"From now on. Watch out for you yeah. Once again for trouble, Mr. RT reported to the mother, there are residents who lost their goods. You don't have to live in this complex anymore. Go you far!" threaten mom, while pushing my head.
Hearing that, I got more and more scared. Where do I stay?
"Mother is cruel to her own child." My inner.
***
The next morning, Mr. RT came back home. He said, Ratna meant to Pak RT, if this housing complex is not safe. The clothes on the clothes are also a lot of lost.
Mom's upset. This time he defended me.
"sir RT. It makes no sense that my son stole my mother-mak's dress. What are you trying for?!" said mother with a high voice.
Mr. RT immediately protested the sentence of mother.
"Mothers. I asked permission to speak to Regina, "pinta Pak RT.
On the other hand, I'm excited this time too. Do I have to confess to Mr. RT's accusation.
"Regina. Dad wants to ask. Yesterday Regina at noon at 14:00 wib had been on the terrace Mak Ratna huh?"
I shook my head twice.
"There's a neighbor's child next door to see said Regina there." said Mr. RT again, directly to me.
"Regina! Answer!" mother orders with round eyes. His eyes seemed to be coming out of his eyelids.
Since I was still silent, mother suddenly approached me. Straight out my right ear, to make me stand up, following the pull of my mother's hand, in my ear.
"For Mom, too" I said begging her as she continued to cry incessantly.
Mother immediately asked me to sit next to her, then removed her hand from my.
"Mom wants to ask you Regina. Why are you humiliating me like this, son. Answer it! I'm honestly ashamed, I have your child." she complained, shedding tears.
"sir RT. Just look. From this moment, if there is another theft at this complex, and it is proven he is the culprit, it is up to Mr. RT what my son wants. I give up Mr. RT." said the mother who still continues to shed her tears.
I was sad to hear my mother's statement. From now on, I have no one to protect me.
My mother, no longer cares about me.
"Mother.., if you knew the reason I did all this, you would have defended me desperately. But, mother doesn't know. Now mom just dumped me. Mother ..Suomeday I'll tell my mother everything. Let me know how much I love you." I murmured in my heart.
"Sorry Mother. Didn't mean anything. The problem is, there are already many residents in our housing complex complaining to me. They complain. Their homes are not safe.
I was still bowed with tears that kept wetting my cheeks. My mother also kept crying.
"I'm sorry Mom. It's been a lot of embarrassment for my mother. Because, this is the only way I can avenge my mother for what they did there" I said still in my heart. I dare not speak honestly with my mother. But I have the intention that one day I will tell my mother everything (***)
