The Journey of Child Life Outside of Marriage
08
🥀🌾 _$oraya_ 🥀🌾
Today my condition is better
in the morning, my father and mother asked the nurse who checked my health.
" wait for the doctor first"
that's the answer they got.
during the hospital stay, Marmi was never far from my reach.
only mom and dad go back and forth
From the beginning I came here
ningsih's mother and Ishmael's father asked me to call them father and mother.
they also showed me their affection.
*******
Right after Ashar,
I finally got out of the hospital room.
after a long process, of course.
start administration redeeming drugs, and so on.
now I'm wearing mom's negligee
black and green batik
combined with a black hijab.
hehehe... I'm like a scarecrow. Her negligee mother size XL and my body should wear size M.
and don't ask me if I wear Daleman or not???? I'll answer no.
there's no way I'm wearing Daleman Bu Ningsih, it could sag right away.
at least the clothes are now much better than the less material clothes I wore before.
With a motorcycle
I'm out of the hospital yard.
I was hugged by mom, and daddy was piggybacked.
it turns out to be a long way too, the distance between the hospital and the mother's house.
the home of father and mother including the corners.
the motorbike we drive must defend the asphalt road in the middle of the rice field.
surely when the night before the streets will be quiet and dark.
tired is what I think.
and I have to go through this road every day to go back and forth.
the motor stops in front of the house facing North
walled brick that has been plastered
the front is painted in green ceramic patterned with black stripes.
the bottom of the ceramic black color patterned purple flowers.
just up to door , my eyes were greeted by a big closet, the villagers used to call it buver .
in the middle of the bivet there is a large enough space for a television measuring 21 int
around her small black-glazed closet .
I just sat my ass in front of the TV.
the villagers have been flocking to my father's house.
I feel like an impromptu artist.
they pulled a lot of information out of my mouth.
they were quite enthusiastic in hearing my story.
embarrassing thing when I'm in the room, of course I didn't tell you .
just as the Maghrib prayer rang they hurriedly expelled the father.
yes the house is back.
it's just me and mom
sambarah and father have gone to congregate in the mosque
I spread my view
the east there is a living room next to it there is a pile of sacks containing rice.
if counted maybe 50 more sacks.
just to the south is a room.
west of the entrance
there is a fairly complete store starting materials sembako, school tools, and much more.
behind the store there is a pile of green LPG tubes.
to the west is the room of father and mother.
mom took me back
behind the bivet closet there are still two more rooms
and a very large kitchen.
one kitchen with gas stove.
next to the bathroom
and one of them was using firewood.
the mother showed me a room facing west.
he said it was a room for prayer.
after taking ablution, I entered the room, I patted my own eel
is this a room or a barn????
lots of clothes.
of course my diligent soul thrashed.
right after the Maghrib prayer I folded all the piles of clothes until neatly arranged.
only after praying Isya' did I just come out of the room.
in front of the TV, my mom and dad were waiting.
we sat down while eating rice wrap interspersed with jokes and small talk
******
the clock shows at nine o'clock
the sleepiness began to whack .
mom showed me the room next to the dumping room to sleep in.
the room is not too spacious. there is only one bed.fit enough to sleep two people.
one closet, two doors, and one table.
again I patted my forehead.
God has not cleaned this room for many years.
many spider houses are walled up in the room.
cigarette dust everywhere
but whatever, bodo very, I sleepy
maybe the effect of the medicine I took after dinner.
it didn't take me long to fall asleep in a dream.
