Scavenger Becomes New Director
Aunt Santy
Sita's Santy's aunt's daughter. Sita's age is 1 year different from me. So now Sita is 12 years old. And he's like my own brother. Psychologically we both have been tied up as brother and sister since childhood so I have considered as a sibling myself.
Honestly small heart I said to move and live with Aunt Santy and Sita because aunt's house is a little better than mine. Besides, all this time I helped auntie sell the cake made by aunt while cramming at the red lights. This misery of my life is indeed a little treated because of Aunt Santy who is always alert to help me in any situation. She has truly become my own mother who takes care of and fulfills all my physical needs. But because I used to call aunt since childhood finally until now I still call her as Aunt Santy.
Aunt Santy couldn't afford to send me to school with Sita at once. I relented, for I was no one Aunt Santy, but she was just a neighbor who loved me like her son. However, he would like to send me to school just like his son Sita. But what the power of his desire is not in line with the contents of the aunt's wallet and the economic situation of the aunt. Moreover, the cost of school in this metropolitan city is not an easy thing for people with a lower middle economy like Bibi Santy. I relented, and only finished the nearest State Elementary School by stumbling. Because I didn't have enough money to go to school when I went to 6th grade, my father left forever. It was really the hardest time of my life because I had no one as my brother to survive or just to get a bite of rice.
I now live a kara. My father was my only and last member of my family. My mother died giving birth to my sister 10 years ago when I was 3 years old. But our economic conditions and limitations at that time my mother died of bleeding and my sister was also unable to help. And from that moment I lived with the father of a man who only worked as a scavenger. Our difficult life finally made my father fall ill until two years ago my father left for good.
Fortunately, after my father left for good, Aunt Santy was willing to pay for my school until I finished Elementary School, but I can not afford to continue I was shocked First High School (SMP) because the cost of school at the level of Junior High in this metropolitan city is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Moreover, the aunt must pay attention and send Sita to the status of a widow who lost her husband eight years ago. Right, that's impossible. My mind was raging in disarray when suddenly, the words of this middle-aged woman before me collapsed my daydream.
" Daughter, aunty knows you must be thinking of your father, mother, and sister" said the aunt, who was shocked after a few minutes I was shackled in the nostalgia of my dark past and full of nostalgia.
" Aunty will always look after you like aunty looking after Sita. Maybe now can't promise to send you to school. But with the age of aunty who is still 40 years old, aunty still feels strong to be able to send you to school someday if this aunt stall business is growing," continued the aunt enthusiastically.
They had no one and only lived under the bridges of the old substations and roofed the sky. If at any time the PP Pol conduct a crackdown then they will run around looking for another place to hide from the officers. It is ironic that I have to live in this place and be faced with this situation. But I'm grateful because I can still get Aunt Santy's kindness.
"Thank you aunt for being a helper in my life after the loss of my mother, sister, and father. I don't know what would happen to me if I didn't have an aunt in my life" I said in my heart as I stared fixedly at the face of my hero.
" A, not aunt. I don't think about them, I'm just fixing the walls of this house. Last night the flood was so heavy that there were some broken parts" I said, turning away from my aunt and showing some broken parts of the wall.
I quickly turned away from my aunt because I was afraid that my aunt would see my eyes turning red and swollen in memory of my father, mother, and only sister who had been to the afterlife for several years.
Situations like this are always dragging me to the deep pain of my way of life. I've only been in my teens and I've had to lose everything. My parents' affection and my future ideals and hopes should be buried. Sometimes I feel disappointed in the Creator of life. Why is my life so tragic? But never mind, this is the destiny of my life and what matters now is how I can rise from this downturn. I believe God has a different plan than my life.
