The Appearing Woman

Chapter 24 Burhan's Past

#You dump your wife like shit I pick her up like a game.

#Dia_Angrah_Love me

Burhan Flashback

When I was a kid I was very happy with Dinda and her parents, they were friendly and kind. Moreover, Dinda Pak Yogi's father always helps us in everything.

Our closeness is so close. It makes us feel like family.

Because my mother was the widow of flowers who lived dead by my father at a young age. My mother struggled to support and provide for my needs. Mother is a hardworking woman figure even though father is dead mother never glanced at other men, she always focused on taking care of me.

Until the time of change occurred at the time of Mr. Yogi, Dinda's father always came to our house, with a meal or a help of money. Mr. Yogi was so kind to mom and me.

At first the mother always refused with various things, because it felt bad if always helped by others.

Because Pak Yogi forced, in the end my mother collapsed.

I'm very happy with their family, especially Dinda the kind girl.

"Rama, I'm the same father who bought this for you" said the little girl named Dinda gave me a robot toy.

"Dinda thank you," I answered reaching for the toy and thanking him.

Every week they come to my house, Mr. Yogi and also Dinda.

Every time Dinda comes home, we always play outside. The young me didn't understand that leaving mom at home with Mr. Yogi was dangerous.

Because in our house far from the crowd and also neighbors.

After three visits by Mr. Yogi. I was astonished at my mother, who was always suddenly silent and never spoke.

Mother often shut herself up, rarely chatted or played with me. To provide for the meal the mother often forgets, sometimes I often see the scar of the blow on my mother's hand and also on the calf.

Every time I asked, I reasoned to fall. To cause a scar. Though I rarely see my mother fall, mother is a person who is always careful in doing any homework or work outside.

"Mom are you sick?"

Every time I asked my mother never answered, the old woman who gave birth to me always kept quiet and ignored the questions that always came out of my mouth.

What's the matter with mom? That thought always goes into my head.

The eight-year-old I was still confused by my mother's change. Especially to understand the mood of a mother.

At night, I often see my mother crying by herself.

"Mom, why mother? Is mom sick? Why don't you ever answer my questions."

Mom's lips were so moody, she seemed heavy saying something to me. Is it because I'm a kid?

During the day as usual Mr. Yogi came but not with Dinda, he seemed annoyed with mother.

"You play first, son," said my mother told me to go outside playing alone.

"I want to be with you" I replied. Refusing.

But mother kept urging me to leave, by force, this leg stepped out at her mother's request.

Only in the middle of the road, I forgot to bring the toy robots that Dinda gave me at that time. That's when I went home to find my toys.

After arriving home to look for the mother, so many clothes scattered in the middle room. Mother's clothes and also Mr Yogi, what is this? I'm surprised I didn't play Mr. Yogi to torture my mother just like that.

He did things I shouldn't have seen.

"Mother."

"Yogi."

My mother was wrapped in a crying blanket. His face was swollen as if a punch mark.

"What did you do to my mother?" I asked a lot like a hero who was opposing the enemy.

Mr. Yogi laughed at my courage.

"You hit, you hit a kid here."

Mr. Yogi thrust his face for me to hit. That's when I hit Mr. Yogi, but managed to hold the old man.

He laughed and said I was a boy.

Satisfied he just left, leaving the crying mother.

I hugged my mother, not accepting everything.

Mom hugged me tightly, what's the matter? why are you quiet? Should mom fight? The question continues to rage.

A month passed, Mr. Yogi came again. With a letter. I don't know what letter?

"You're shit. Bring this letter to my wife's house?" yelled Mr. Yogi. He almost slapped mom, but I put up with it by standing in front of mom.

"I want you to take responsibility Mas, you already have me! You promised to marry me!" Mother No less yelling at Mr. Yogi. Both of his eyes shed tears.

I'm just a kid, I can only cry.

Plaque ...

Mr. Yogi slapped mom so hard. I tried to scream. Until Pak Yogi threatened and pointed at Mom's face.

"Sound I'm Sarah. I don't want any responsibility about your pregnancy, it could be that the child opens up my son. You must have slept with someone else and not just me?"

After hearing Mr. Yogi's words, the mother's body sank for a moment. Crying so badly.

After all that happened, Mother became a quiet woman, and this was even worse. Mom always laughs herself like she's depressed.

Sometimes I go hungry, because of a mother like that. I was always busking to fill an empty stomach and rumble. Living on the streets, until I get to know the world of thugs.

Where the mother's pregnancy is getting bigger, where the residents are so angry, because they see the mother's enlarged content.

"Would you get out of here, seeing your mother pregnant without a husband is a disgrace to our village."

Everyone in the village really threw me and my mother away, we lived a miserable life because of Mr. Yogi. Until me and mom had to live in a little shack.

After coming home from the busking, I saw my mother who had hung herself.

"Mother."

Didn't expect the mother could do this recklessly, by committing suicide carrying the baby.

Now I'm hanging myself. Without parents and siblings.

After Mom's death, I made a letter for me. Where is that writing.

Revenge mom son.

Grasping the white paper you wrote made my heart angry, and upset.

Remember with Mr. Yogi who has made my life and mother's life destroyed.

I'm determined to change my name to Burhan. Trying to erase Rama's name in my life. I'll pay Mr. Yogi and his family.

I worked hard to get to school and live better, so that one day after adulthood I could avenge me on Mr. Yogi and his family.

"Let's see what I'm going to do, Mr. Yogi."

I didn't think I could succeed and have my own home working in a big office because of hard work and determination.

That's when my actions started. Approaching Dinda son of Mr. Yogi.

But it turns out that Dinda refused me, that's when I approached Mr. Yogi to marry me to his son.

"Well, who are you?" ask Mr. Yogi. To me, by renting a car. Make Mr. Yogi simapati to me.

"I'd like to propose to Dinda's father!" my answer.

"Why is this suddenly possible?" ask Mr. Yogi. Makes me have to be able to say sweet so that both of Dinda's parents like me.

"I like a kind and beautiful father, and if you accept my proposal. I'll give you what you want!" my answer. Makes both of Dinda's parents so happy.

"Well then we'll tell you the proposal, may I know what his name is?" ask mother Dinda.

"Oh, I was too eager to propose to my parents and children, until I forgot to introduce my own name. My name is Burhan!" I answered smiling with falsehood.

Incidentally at that time, Dinda came home from work. Both of Dinda's parents called her son at that time, Dinda still like that showing a grim face to me.

"Dinda I want to introduce you to Nak Burhan, this Burhan boy will propose to you. Do you want to accept the application?" ask mother Dinda. I could only smile a little at her face that seemed reluctant to look at mine.

"Dinda doesn't want to marry me yet!" answer Dinda.

Makes me smile.

Dinda passed away with a look of annoyance, her parents continued to believe me that Dinda was willing to marry me.

"Son Burhan is calm, surely Dinda wants to. Just persuade the boy. She was so shy."

Both of Dinda's parents are so easy, with just one flirtation of money they're willing to give up their son, stupid.

"Yes, I said yes, ma'am, sir."

I say goodbye home. Since my mission was over, I looked at the window Dinda was peeking. I did not forget to give a sweet smile.

"Dinda was my childhood friend."