Scratches of Destiny

He's Not My Father!!!

After I groaned in pain and the person who was traveling at high speed until he subconsciously hit me until my leg was pinched earlier, the stranger apologized to me. I only responded with a nod and a forced smile, as I could not bear the pain.

I slowly restarted my engine, then drove my bike back carefully.

When I got to the front of the house, I found my mother sitting at my door. Then she asked me, "What was that noise, Alira?"

Ja.. I told you the laundry place with my house isn't that far away. It's just a different alley, so when I got hit my mom could hear the sound of the collision.

"I was hit by people. He was speeding at high speed, so he accidentally hit me." I explained in a weak voice because I was enduring the pain in my leg.

"Yes you've entered first, rest. I'd like to go for a second, if anyone asks where Mom is. Just tell me not to know, I'm not leaving."

"Hm." Answer's short.

I got off my bike with the clothes I took from the laundry. I walked with such slow steps. It hurts so much, I murmured.

When I was inside the house close to the door. I saw my mother was busy pressing her phone. Many times my mother tried to contact someone but it didn't seem to be picked up. Then for the last call, my mother's phone was picked up by someone across the street.

It turned out that the man was not clear, I murmured inwardly.

"Alira, I'm leaving for a minute. You rest, it's night."

"Ah yes." Oversimplifies

Then Mom closed my door and stepped onto the bike. Then turn on the motor engine, and drive the motor at medium speed. I walked slowly to the bathroom to wash my foot that was clamped by the motorcycle tire.

"Aww." My screeches

After I finished washing my feet, I went back to my bedroom and I put my body in my favorite bed. I feel tired today.

The next day right after performing the prayer, the man came to my house again accompanied by a member of his family, who seemed to be his Uncle. Ah, yes, his uncle.

Then came again 1 person, namely Mr. Penghulu named Mr. Shamsudin. What does this mean.

Followed by the presence of some of my brothers and neighbors.

When the serial marriage between my mother's bride and the madman was about to begin. The electricity went out at home, it turned out everything was out. All the roads became pitch-black, no light illuminated at all. Even the stars and the moon don't want to see this crazy wedding. Maybe this is a sign that Allah SWT does not allow this stupid marriage.

This is my chance to escape from this place, a place where many people come to witness this crazy wedding. With a burning intention, I set foot so quickly to my grandfather and grandmother's prayer hall that was right next to my house. I sat at the end of the mosque holding and typing something on my phone like a person who was typing a reply to his opponent chat. Though mah, my phone is very quiet, there is no incoming notification because the signal is lost due to the lights that go out overall. Hisss is so sorry for your fate, son..

I sit alone here. I was shocked at the end by a woman who approached me. He's my front neighbor, "Well, is this Alira? don't come in, your mom's married."

"No, in the heat. I want to get out there, anyway, see this meaningless marriage." My answer is honest

"You are just there. It will be your late father's replacement."

"No! Until now there will be no one to replace the position of father in my life, except my own uncle who I have always called Father." My firmness.

"I never cared if my mom got married again or not. That's his right, the most important thing is to die I will never be willing to admit his new husband as my father. NEVER WILL." I said with emphasis.

"But Alira.."

Before my neighbor finished his words I cut them off first.

"There's no but-but. Please leave here, never disturb my calm. I want to be alone, understand not." This time it felt like my patience was getting thinner so that it made my tone sound so firm, loud, and withstood the turmoil of anger that was ready to explode instantly. Get ready to snatch you all.

After I said that, my neighbor left me alone. However, his departure left a trace of a cynical look at me. Ah let it be, because she never knew what it would be like to be in my position.

"Huh?"

"Well..."

Astaghfirullah, it turns out this stupid marriage still continues despite the dark circumstances like this. Accompanied only by a flashlight that illuminates it. It does not have a brain, but it has been given a sign that this marriage is not the best. But why continue, just look. To what extent this happiness lasts, forever or just a day and two days.

Flashback..

•••

I just kept crying silently in my room for listening to all the scolding that brengs*k man to my innocent mother. Stupid guy.

Just because my mom's coworker tipped off a coffee sachet, she accused my mom of having an affair. It's absurd, so childish. Until I die, I will never forget your mistress against my mother, the man of the nation*t.

In tears that poured out relentlessly I expressed all my sadness and emotions through the WhatsApp application.

I typed something into my WhatsApp story. Many of them care so much about me commenting on my whatsApp story. And I just said 'It's okay'. That's all it is.

Only certain people I tell, including him, my best friends, my family. Besides not at all.

I typed something in return on my sobbing, "I know what Mas Anam looks like. He will be furious, will not forgive anyone who hurts his family. She won't stay still, my mother's mood is not good. I'm afraid it's getting worse and I'm afraid it's going to have a bad impact on my mother's relationship with her kids."

"But this has gone too far, Alira." Replies

"If I were a part of your family, I'd make sure right now I'd be there to see you and help your mother. But at the moment I have no rights, I can only give advice and support. Can't be more. Ii'm sorry. You are patient, calm yourself first do not be sad much. Pray with God that this matter will be resolved soon." Further

At the same time, there was a chat whatsApp on my phone. It turned out that from my brother (TJ) who was in Riau, his house was not far from my brother named Sofiana.

After seeing my whatsApp story he sent me a chat that said, "What's up, Bik? You why?"

I also told him everything. He responded, "Patiently yes, Bik. I can't help you but pray. Hopefully it will be done soon yes the problem, do not mostly think. Rest, calm your heart first."

Next day.

My phone rings continuously, I see on my phone screen there have been 10 missed calls. That phone call came from Sofiana's sister.

When my phone rang again, I picked up the phone immediately. Unexpectedly, it turns out that Sofiana already knew everything because of my brother (TJ) who I told her last night, this morning she approached my sister and told me everything.

Because my heart still hurts so much, it's easy to return to tears of pain when asked the same question. I answered my brother's question in a raucous voice, so it didn't sound so clear.

When the phone call ended, I put my phone in any direction. I cried hysterically because last night I couldn't help my mother. I'm sorry, Mom, I'm stupid.

My mom's not working today, she's at home not allowed out. But he shut himself up in his room, not budging. He didn't work because the brengs*k man was threatening my mother constantly. And he threatened to kill my mother's boyfriend who was thought to be having an affair with my mother.

Because my mother was afraid that the threat would happen to her friend. Therefore, my mother abandoned her intention to go to work for the safety of all people. My mother would never forgive herself if the threat happened.

My mother in the room could only cry and cry. Nothing else he is doing at the moment. I feel sorry to see Mom. Why was his ordeal so hard, could he sustain all this pain all by himself. Mother be strong, I promise one day I will try to make people regret who ever scratched the wound in your heart. My revenge will always be there for demon-hearted humans.

Wait for the time to come, man - man of scum!

Remember, stupid man, you have 2 daughters. What would your heart be if your two children were insulted and treated the same way as my mother. You acted without thinking about the impact first. Hahaha your heart will be broken - stupid man. Just wait for that kind of retaliation, do not play with the silence of the water if you do not want to get a proper reply, maybe even more than that.

Know that the silence of water can harm you without having to act harder than you try to break the hearts of those you have hurt.

••

That night I visited my niece, Seviana Anisa at her post. I walked towards the hostel, after until I neutralized my smile. But it cannot be denied, my eyes made my nephew suspicious. He finally asked, "What's wrong with you, Mom?"

Yes indeed all my nephews call me 'Mbak' not 'Tante'.

"No papa." I answered with a smile that I forced so much.

But it can't be lied to, my heart refuses to pretend it's okay. My eyes are warming, glazed.

"Try the story." Bespotted

Then I told the same thing to different people. My tears were always racing to drip endlessly every time I told her those hurtful words. I can't figure out why there's such a mean and cruel person. Say without being sifted first.

Be careful in speaking, do not hurt someone. Forgiveness is easy, but to forget? That's very difficult. Do not accidentally plunge yourself into the pit of regret, try to be careful in speaking.

I told Seviana everything without anything I kept secret. But closing the words I said, I told him. So that he would not tell this to Mas Anam first.

After telling me everything, my heart was a little relieved. Then I tried to divert my sadness and grief by taking Al Risky, Seviana's son, to play. At least I can a little shift this feeling that is not good. I am grateful that there are still many people who care and want to listen to all my complaints.

While busy playing with Al Risky, suddenly my phone rang a sign of an incoming call. I immediately raised the call, with a still slightly hoarse voice I replied, "Hallo, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer someone across there.

She's my sister, Sofiana. He asked me how Mom and I were doing. It's improved or not.

"You and Mom are sure to come here?" ask Sofiana. Because it was the beginning of Sofiana's sister to contact Mom, my mother had asked Sofiana to buy a ticket. I want to get out of here secretly without anyone knowing. Previously my mother also contacted Kak Ami, Kak Ami also suggested that Mom and I stay in Kalimantan alone with him.

I simply replied, "Mother's Pity." in a voice that wasn't so clear as I was currently crying again. My chest is so tight, my heart is broken to pieces. Just this time there was someone who hurt my heart and Mom so much.

It turns out my guess was right all along, he wasn't a good guy. I regret not preventing my mother from marrying that selfless man. Stupids.

Niece, Seviana. Seeing and listening to my sobs, his eyes glazed over as if he knew the current state of my heart. It hurts so much.

For decades my mother was married and lived with my late father, but never once did I hear Dad revile my mother.

Only a foolish and heartless man can make a woman cry and endure the pain of her actions.

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