The Destiny of the Step Child

I'm Stepdaughter

I sobbed\-soot, on my mother's headstone, I complained about all my wounds and sufferings.

Every day I always go to mother's place, even sometimes I urge mother to pick me up, with her there.

But my mother kept quiet and said nothing.

Yes, this is my fate, these last six months after my mother's departure.

I became a slave in my mother's own house.

Yes it was my mother's house, but now it has changed like a hell of the world for me, after the arrival of Siska,iya, her mother Raka and Sarah.

She should be my mom, too, mom.

But he never wanted me to call him that.

But, very different when the father was at home.I was treated more than his biological children.

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"Darling, you've come from anywhere, my mother has been looking for you, come here my father has come," so kindly did my mother say that, while embracing me towards the living room.

"Dad, when did you get to Mom?" answer me with mixed feelings.

"Be aware of you if you dare to argue with your father," whispered the mother with threatening intonation while grumbling her teeth.

"Yes, my dear father just arrived" he continued in a tone of pretense when he was in front of us.

"Aliya, where have you come from, dear," this time, my very long-suffering father asked.

"Aliya's.. Aliya.."I don't continue my words, I immediately rushed into my father's arms.

Me and Dad were both washed away in haru.

And Siska's mother, immediately cleared her throat to put an end to this drama of crying - crying is possible.

"There is no need to cry" he continued.

"Aliya, I miss you very much, son.

How have you been all this time, why never call dad and every dad phone always you reject?" dad showered me with questions I was afraid of.

"Actually Well.."

"Gini loh bang, this Aliya likes to go suddenly somewhere.

"Aliya baby, is that right?" ask me without raising an octave of his voice.

Yes, my father is the only one I have now, who loves me like my old mother.

But, not much time with my father, the color of my father had to go to Jakarta, while we lived in Medan.

I usually go home once every 3 months.

" We are rested yok bang.kasihan Abang tired" as soon as the mother took my father, with a spoiled sling on his arm.

"Judah.dad rest first son." said my father.

They entered my room and I went to my room as well.

As soon as I tried to lay down on my bed, my mother suddenly entered my room without excuse.

"Eh, children don't know themselves, it's good to sleep yes. there to the kitchen, cook fish first for us later dinner, while your father, mother and sisters want to eat.

Don't forget, fill the water in the tub..

Remember, the water is drained from the well, electricity is expensive.

The floor do not forget you brush so it is not slippery.

Then, hot water bath for me and your father, because soon we have to shower" he said at length until the voice of father was heard calling him.

"Yes Ma'am, Aliya prayed Ashar first" I replied.

"It's fast, hunt,"

said

Then she went back to the room that used to belong to my father and mother.

Finished my prayer to the kitchen, past my mother's room.

There was a sound of his voice and dad giggling in there..

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I guess next isn't..

Please Chrysanthemum yes friends, still beginners and need to learn a lot.