Scratches of Destiny

Damaged My Mother's Happiness

"And you shall not carry with you the name of Allah all. Because it is free, which even adds to your sin, cheap women. Because what you're saying is a lie. You are a cunning woman, a woman has no heart. TRACEABILITY." Follow that guy again.

"Whatever! Just so you know. I've recently turned into a bitch, don't care about you it's all because of you. I'm tired, I'm tired of seeing you don't have the slightest effort. From the beginning of getting married a few years ago, a dime you never gave me a living. For years I banged my bones for a living, from morning to night I worked sewing just to meet the needs of my son, you, and your two children. Even though your son is not my flesh and blood, I am still trying to provide for your children. Even my own son sometimes I do not ignore, my son asked for something from me I did not fulfill because I put your child first. So it's wrong now that I'm tired of this phase? uh huh? You should as a man and the head of the household have a sense of responsibility. Trying to find a job, not every day at home there is no effort to find a job. Isn't it a husband's job to support the family? It's the opposite. A wife has to bash her own bones to make a living for a bite of rice, while you are in a nice house. Eating, sleeping, watching tv. That'sthat's all. Sometimes you have fun with your friends. You just make me your ATM, all your family I'm enough. Now you're accusing me of cheating and saying that I'm a prostitute*r. It's heartless. Where is your heart." The cry of the woman was getting heard and echoed throughout the room.

"Oh, so now you want to bring up all your gifts to my family? da? Answer." Shouts the man

"I don't mean to bring up. You wrong. I just want you not to misunderstand me and I want you to make a little effort to change your fate. How needs can be fulfilled, how fate will change for the better if there is no intention and earnest effort. No man succeeds just by lying at home doing nothing."

"Lying at home doesn't do anything like a prostitute*r, you mean? Haha you're so smart that women don't know themselves. Oh, you're obviously smart, I just remembered. This is your job, being a cheap woman*n who is appreciated by any other man you want."

"Whatever, I'm tired of explaining so well. But you still don't trust me like this. There's just the heartache I get from your hurtful words." The woman's tone began to weaken which sounded quite loud was her sobbing that did not stop, her chest increasingly tight to hold back the grief that struck.

"Have you waited for your death tomorrow, I will take you to your final resting place. Accompanying your late husband. Until I see you close to your coworkers or with any man, then I will immediately finish you all off. Understand you." The crazy man's tone grew even higher, making me even more surprised and not expecting that he was a human demon. I will make sure that one day you will get more vengeance than this brengs*k man. Doggybody*n.

I who was in my dark bedroom could only listen to those hurtful words with tears showering down my cheeks so profusely. I covered my mouth with both palms of my hands so that my every sobbing was not heard by anyone. I'm sorry I couldn't help but defend you when you're judged like this. I'm a useless son, Mother, I know you're not that cruel. You are a good woman, only your crazy husband is as evil as a heartless demon. I'm sorry, Mother.

Ja. The voice that sounded quite painful was the voice of my mother's husband, the man was married to my mother at the time I entered the 8th grade of Junior High School. Whether the crazy guy was his real name, it's just that he always confessed to everyone that his nickname was A____. Though not. You liar, shameless man.

He talked about people as good as his own heart but he never reflected on how bad he was. Haha. maybe he has no glass at home, maybe can not afford to buy, proof he also does not have a good attitude.

The name is good but unfortunately the behavior is minus, if only Indonesia is not a legal state. Then it is certain that when he uttered those hurtful words, at that time all that was left was his name. I killed him with my own hands. I'm so mad at him, I hate a man with no heart like him. I really remember the first time my mother introduced him to me by bringing a parcel containing a new cellphone that was given to me and said that the one who bought was the brengs*k man. But I'm still not sure, I'm just sure the phone was from my mother who bought it using my mother's money as well.

Don't think I'm easy to be lied to by a loser like him, Cueh..

And I remember very well, long after my mother introduced her to me. My attitude was very unfriendly to that man, I already thought that he was not a good man.

A few days later, he came to my house again with the intention of asking permission to marry my mother. Because my mother's children who are close to my mother are just me and Anam. My mother invited Anam to come to my house with the intention of introducing the man to Anam. I didn't respond to anything about the wedding plans, I'm sick of seeing them.

I asked my mother for permission to go out to play with friends. Yes, even though my mother wouldn't allow it, I'm still out. I don't care if I go home later to be punished or angry. I left when people finished praying Isya' and the man came at the end of praying Isya' as well. While on the way, I passed by Mas Anam. He called me, "Alira" he yelled

"Yes" I said

"Main for a minute." Then I went back to my bike. I don't want my departure this time to be thwarted by someone. Even if it's my own brother. I still don't want to, I want to calm my heart.

I returned home around 21:00, when I came back Anam was about to go home because he was already at the door. But what I got from the look on his face seemed like he was holding back anger. His face was not friendly. What is this, I thought.

I saw my Sister-in-law (Istri mas Anam) kissing the back of my mother's hand while saying the word 'Sorry'.

I frowned, I increasingly did not understand the current situation.

Then my gaze turned to a woman I knew very well, she was my mother. I saw my mother, her eyes were glazed. What's the matter?

As I approached my mother, she asked "Where are you from Alira?"

His tone is not very friendly with me.

"Main." I said casually

"It's the night you just got home." His tone slightly increased

I ignored him, I barged into the house and sat in the living room where there was still a stranger. I see him not like. She's staring.

When I found out he was looking at me, I immediately turned my eyes to the television. I'm sick of being seen by him. I just want to claw my hypocritical face.

When everyone returned to their homes. I was told my mother to take a laundry that happened to be a laundry place not so far from my house. But unfortunately, when I tried to carefully ride a motorcycle with a laundry that is not too much, disaster came to me.

In the opposite direction there was a man riding his motorcycle so fast and ended up bumping into me. Oh, what a shame your fate is, Alira. So that made me stop for a moment. My leg was stuck between my motorcycle tyre with that guy's motorcycle tyre. It hurts and it hurts so much.

I had cuts and bruises on my left leg, I was hit with a still standing position. I didn't fall just stuck. But this hurts. The pain up to a week is more difficult to make way, if the pain relapses I always cry. The wound looked nothing but the pain was incredible.

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