The Destiny of the Step Child

the suffering of stepchildren

Dad worked as a PT worker on the island of Java, sometimes months just come back here.

I passed through my mother's room, a giggling sound came from inside.

Naturally, a couple gave up longing, after 3 months apart.

I went straight to the kitchen, to do the job my mother told me to do .

I started cleaning the fish, frying and mengolek its chili, the color of the mother said that the blender mother does not like.

After cooking, I went to the bathroom.

I started by brushing the bathroom floor, then filling the bathtub.

I fill it using well water that I have to catch.Actually there is a water pump machine.Easy it.But mom never likes it if I use it.

I don't know,

All must be done manually in this house.Washing machines exist, but I have to wash all the clothes in this house by hand, said the mother is less clean.

As I drew the water, suddenly there was a hand that hugged my waist.

I was shocked, and my clothes were wet and I was shocked.

" Look, baby, I'm with you."it turns out it's Raka, my half-brother.

"Shut up, you,

Don't fuck!I'll report to dad, you '" I said timidly.

"Don't get angry dong darling."

said again.

"Let's have fun" she said shamelessly, while holding the tip of my veil.

In a hurry I left the bathroom, where the water was only half filled.

I walked in a hurry, and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Hey, walk with dong's eyes, you're blind?" said his sister Raka.

" I'm sorry .I didn't mean it." I'm sorry.

"Nih wash my clothes, which is clean.Tuh there is a stain on my shirt, the question is translucent" he said without words asking for help.

It was common for my stepbrother to have me wash his clothes, even his underwear was a mens* blood, when he was 22 years old.

"Astaghfirullah.." I just take the clothes away without wanting to prolong the debate.

Then I went to my room for Maghrib prayer

and crying while I hugged my birth mother's photo.

Remembering the times when my mother was still by my side.

Due to the exhaustion of inner birth, I finally fell asleep on my prayer mat.

I don't know how long I slept.

I finally woke up and I saw the clock on the nightstand apparently it was half eleven in the night.

"Who moved me?" my question is in my heart.

Because my stomach was hungry so I went to the kitchen for dinner.

When I open the magic com rice there is only a small footprint left.

"Here it is, Alhamdulillah can still hold my stomach." I thought.

I opened the dining table, I found only sambal and a piece of tofu left.

"Alhamdulillah." I thought.

I eat with raven, shedding tears.

"Alliya..."

It turns out it was dad.

"Dad.."

Dad hugged me and his eyes were teary.

"You ate it just with sambal and rice treads, Son?" dad said.

"Udah Yah, this is also good and enough" I replied trying to smile.

"I'm sorry, son."Said father.

"So when I went to your room, Aliya was sleeping very well.So I could not bear to wake you up, Honey.Dad moved you on the bed." said the father again.

"Yes, Yeah.

Aliya dear Daddy."I hugged my father and tried not to cry.

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