The Beginning of a Famous Writer

Drop in Wound

Without me noticing these tears just dripping down, staring at this flat object displaying the results that made this heart scream, so disappointed. How not, the thing I had been hoping for, the thing I had been dreaming of, still left a deep disappointment. Instantly the shadows of those who had contributed to my life seemed to show themselves to encourage me, that the result I had just known was not the end of it all, I can still try to get back to it.

Indeed sustenance will not go where, sustenance has been rooted, will never be exchanged, let alone stray, maybe that spirit that I should keep in mind when disappointment strikes me.

But the name we as humans will still feel disappointed when the results we get have not satisfied.

My name is Indriani Putri, who used to be called the days with the call of Indri. I am 32 years old, I am married and have one son and one daughter.

I am an honorary teacher who wishes to succeed as a Civil Servant. I am a child born into a broken home. My mom and dad have been separated since I was 13 months old. From that age I was separated from my father, while I was raised by my father's parents, whom I used to call my grandmother and grandfather. I have one brother, who was also raised by my parents. What grieved me the most, and what I have not been able to accept until now is that I have a stepmother and four brothers from my father's second marriage, this is what I have not been able to reconcile with this heart.

I grew up without feeling the figure of a father, so that makes this heart so fragile, so easily disappointed and broken when the storm of life hit full waves. Coupled with the presence of my father's new family, increasingly makes this heart full of wounds and even shrouded in revenge that I still can not reconcile.

Even so my father's family loved me so much, they, my grandmother, grandfather, my father's brother so sincerely loved me and my brother. I was so grateful for that gift that I was able to get a college degree at the age of 22

The flashback

When I was 13 months old I was picked up by my grandfather (parent father) to Jakarta, because my mother and father had indeed settled in Jakarta since they were married.

My father who works as a personal driver of foreign entrepreneurs in Jakarta, makes him have to devote a lot of time to his boss. My father has become a confidant of his boss, sometimes we often wait for his house when they return home to his country. His house is in an elite housing location, his house is so luxurious, there are many antiques there.

Means I've also been sleeping in luxury rymah. Hehe so the story I got from my mother.

So happy my father worked there, he was very time and discipline work, his form of gratitude has been met with a good-natured boss.

Unexpectedly and expectedly, one time there was a misunderstanding between my father and his boss, my father who was very temperamental, could not accept when he was blamed while he did not feel guilty, he said, because at that time miss communication between the couple, the boss of my father, was, my father's delay in picking up his male boss to the airport caused his wife to forget to tell my father who was on standby at their house to pick him up at the airport. So that there was a delay my father picked up his sibos.

His boss was furious and he spilled the blame on my father, finally with the circumstances that occurred, my father did not accept it at all, finally because of his emotional attitude, he left the bus at the airport complete with his car.

That's how my father, if it hadn't happened, if my father had been heartened to apologize for the misunderstanding, maybe my life was happy with the father and mother who always accompanied me, my father was always happy, and the brother who always protected me, with no other brothers from my father's second marriage. But it's all just if I, just a false hope, now my father is calm there. May the Father be placed in His.

Finally, because of the problem, my father stopped working, even though his boss had come to our house many times, to apologize for the mistakes that occurred, and again invited him to work again with them, but the father remains alone, he no longer wants to work with them, although heavy heart sibos certainly appreciate the decision of the father. Until finally my father had unemployment status.

But it was only a sweet promise from my father's lips, a penitentiary so that the three of us would go home and faithfully wait for the father to come back together.

Upon our arrival in our hometown, which happened to be my mother and father came from the same village, but because my mother lived a kara and there was no house left by her parents, either, let us stay at my father's house. It just so happens that my parents only have one daughter, so my parents already consider my mother as their own biological child, as well as my mother, who no longer has parents he feels back to having a complete parent since living with his in-laws. My mother treated her in-laws very sincerely, not only did she treat her in-laws, she was also very sincere and affectionate to my father's brothers, and vice versa, my father's brother was very affectionate to my mother, and all of that still holds true to this day.

Day after day, no matter how passed, months could not be held to not turn around, a few months later my father was able to restore his economy again, he no longer held unemployment status, he had gotten a new job, he was able to get a new job, it is evident that he has sent us money almost every month.

But it did not last long, 1 more years we in the village father had reneged on his promise, he sent money accompanied by a newspaper asking our news, and at the end of the letter said he would marry again. Like lightning during the day, like a wave hitting the beach, my mother fell down with the news she had just found, since then my mother officially bears the status of a widow.

Even so, even though my father already had a new wife but the three of us were not released by my father's family, they still accommodated and financed all our needs, and it lasted until I finished college.

At the time of my father's second marriage, about in 1992 and I was 2 years old, still a toddler age, still very much need the affection of complete parents, he said, it took the warmth of my father and mother on my way back, the age that still did not feel so much, just know cry, laugh, sleepy, eat and breast milk, just know, at that age I had not felt the loss of a father figure and the inequality of affection that only I got from my mother and father's family, no longer do I feel the touch of your fingers touching this tiny body, chirping from his lips I no longer hear when I was together he described that he was so happy to have me. All is lost instantly. But losing when toddlers do not make any changes at that time.

But as time went on, the lameness of affection, it felt more and more until it finally continued until I was 19. At that age I had to go back to the loss, the real loss, which I had not been hypocritical, that there was tucked in the bottom of my heart to wish to reunite my father and mother. But all of that is gone already. My heart was so broken at that time.

Flashback off

I re-thought to think about my future, thinking about finding a side job.

I walked through the house until I found a place by the door to contemplate my own fate.

I was so lost in thought, I did not know how long I had wandered with my own mind, that the gentle punch, the punch I had longed for, I immediately glanced towards the punch, it turns out that there has been a person who had been standing so long as I missed, his smile was so charming and pierced the niches of the heart that had been empty. The recesses of my heart seemed to be fully filled, like a 100% charged hp%. My mind felt fresh like a freshly watered flower after weeks of not tasting the freshness of the water. My eyes widened as if in disbelief, my tears splashing out soaked my cheeks.

These lips vibrate in a call that I have never spoken 30 years ago....

"Mr..."

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