The Black Valley Becomes the Empress

Sequel to the Past My dear Brother, My Brother Malang

I was teaching silvana to know the animals in the room, when suddenly mother complained of pain in the bathroom. I quickly approached my mother. Mother grimaces with pain. I can only hold her hand to help her out of the bathroom. Don't know what I should do. She held her stomach and began to howl again. I panicked, but the accountant could read the atmosphere.

"Call father cepet." cried the mother while enduring the pain. Still confused, I move my legs out of the house. Looking for a father in the market. The time is still showing at 9 am, the father should still be in the market. The distance from my house to the market is quite far. Sweat started pouring out of my skin pores. I traced every aisle in that traditional market. Looking for the figure of the father in the middle of the crowd of people who pass by. Up to the inner market, your father's name I still can't find. Until I walked around the market. My view stopped at a big place at the back of the market. I saw the figure of the father was dredging garbage, scraping through the pile of garbage. Lucky it is now the dry season, making the market not muddy.

"Mr..." Kataki shouted while running towards the father. He turned his body towards me. And quickly descended from the mountain of trash that spread a foul scent on my nose. His right hand was carrying the sack he was sipping on his shoulder. In his left hand was an iron hook.

"Why are you here?" ask father. There was anger, shame and shock on his face.

"Mom has a stomachache" I said. Makes my father more surprised. He wiped his dirty hands onto the no less dirty clothes he was wearing at this time. After feeling her hands clean she pulled my hands in the direction I knew it wasn't the way home. You took me to a bigger dumpster. But the difference is this place does not smell as good as before. And the place was not as dirty as the trash. Even though the trash pile I see here. At least this place is a little neat. Plastic waste and cardboard in separate taro. There was a small table and a chair on which a man sat. Next to the man was a scale. Many people queued at the place with clothes and bodies that were as dirty as the father.

"Eteh wait here. Follow the same others. Later when it reaches the father who sits in the chair eteh love this sack. Later that person will give eteh money" said father.

"Where are you going?" I'm worried, just in case I'm in there.

"Mr wants to take a bath there" point you somewhere. It was like a bathroom but only half closed. I'm nodding. I followed father's orders. Keep waiting for your turn to arrive. The queue is quite long.

When I returned, there were 2 more people in front of me. You look cleaner now. Even though I wear clothes that I have worn.

When it was our turn, the father handed the man a sack of trash.

"Just like this?" ask the man.

"Yes boss, my wife is about to give birth like her. I came home early" replied the father. The man glanced briefly at the father, then gave a sum of money.

"Most bosses have money" he said, returning 5 thousand bills to the man.

"Don't say anything about today. Later you will explain everything" said the father as we walked along to the house.

Arriving at home father immediately approached the mother in the room who still continues to roar while holding her stomach. Then he came out again without talking to me. Silvana and I waited in my room. Silvana won't get out of my lap. There was fear in his face. Until not how long you come with oneh. I was kicked out by oneh. Now only the father, mak oneh and the mother in the room whose door was tightly closed. There is no gap for me to peek.

I used to see this scene on TV when the TV at my house had not been sold. But I can't imagine it like this. Not the same as on TV. Just a few times shouting, then the sound of crying babies was heard. Reality is different.

Silvana and I sat in front of my mother's room that was tightly closed. I don't know what's going on in there. All I heard was the sound of the cries of the mother in pain, the voice of Father and mak Oneh the child shaman who encouraged the mother. My body and silvana are both shaking. I curled up right in front of the door, while silvana was in my lap.

"Is there any tea antu agi?" ask silvana fear. I am equally afraid, but the fear of the reason for our fear is different.

"Mom is giving birth" I replied.

"what dak nerti ena" said silvana again.

"Dede the baby is coming out of the mother's belly" silvana was silent for a moment. Shuddered, challenging his face.

"Ena dak maen dede. Aprons, love the lie" said silvana again. It was my fault, so Silvana said so. I used to scare him when mom and dad fought me, I told him it was a ghost. It is only natural that now Silvana thinks so. I just fell silent. Confused not knowing what to say. I rubbed a plain silvana face. Tying his body more into my arms. Until the door sounds open. Silvana and I were shocked. Silvana held my hand tightly. You stand in the doorway.

"Pick up a basin filled with warm water, and a small clean towel. Bring your mother some water too" said the father. I'm nodding. I saw a worried look on his face. I half ran to the kitchen. Get me the thing that my father told me. Silvana was waiting for me near the kitchen. He was crying a mouthful. Fear entered his heart. I went back to my father's door. Knock on the door so someone can open the locked door. Before long he came out with what was in my hand. I saw my mother lying on the bed. The sweat wet his forehead. The groans from my mother's mouth added to the bitter taste I felt in my heart. Without waiting for me to walk out of front of him, he closed the door again. I grabbed back silvana's body. Take him into our room.

"Ena prayed for the baby" I said trying as quietly as possible, as if nothing had happened.

"Gak ahh did not dede bai gak mother.apak aja dah ah" he said. I was still silent where I sat. It's been almost 5 hours mom, dad and mak oneh are in the room. There was no sound of a baby from there. Only groans of pain and loud howls were heard. In my heart I pray.