The Most Beautiful Miss

Flashback: Where?

Simple and makeshift life does not make our happiness and togetherness fade. Me and the Khalif bang always try to make mama happy and proud. Our academic achievements always make you smile and touched every class. Khalif was accepted to the famous Madrasah Negri in our village. And I was in fifth grade.

Who said time passes quickly?

Of course time is going very slowly for us. Suffering and sadness are now an encouragement to be successful.

That night I was playing in the river with my friends. We fish and swim in the river. I swam here and there. The school holidays are coming to an end, so we enjoy playing to the fullest.

"Dit.. jump in here." shouted Gito my classmate.

I looked back and chased after him.

Byurrs.... I jumped to the bottom of the river. The river in my village is so clear. Little fish ran to and fro. What a beautiful view. I felt tired and lay down on the grass on the river bank.

"Sat.. Dit.. Dit.." call my friend Jefri from a distance.

"What?" I was shocked not to play and spontaneously sat looking for the direction of Jefri's voice.

"Sat.. Dit.." Jefri was still fretting and trying to catch his breath.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"What Jef?? You're surprising me" I'm upset.

"Oh.." he's still trying to catch his breath.

"Why are you running around after the devil?" I stood up and cleaned the grass that was stuck to my body.

"Dit, in your house there are fathers." said Jefri while wiping his chest.

"Well? why his fathers? he's bothering my mama?" I began to worry and panic at the thought of someone disturbing my mother.

"Make me say....."

Unfinished Jefri continued his sentence, bg Khalif shouted from across the river. "Snack......."

"Adekkkk.

Seeing my brother's expression, I immediately panicked. In my mind there was only my mother's face.. My greatest woman and my strongest woman.

"Why my mom?" I ran across the river on a wooden bridge.

I ran as hard and fast as I could. I didn't mind Jefri chasing me from behind. All I could imagine was my mom, my mom, and my mom. What would my life be like if my mom was all right. My mom is everything to me. My mother is the encouragement of my life.

"Mom why bang..???" I was worried and pulled my brother's hand.

My brother stopped my steps.

"Sir...."

"Otherwise? shall we hurry back home? we see mama. "I keep pulling the hands of the Khalif bang.

"Why bang?" I took off her arms by force.

I left the Khalif bang and ran as fast as I could. I don't care about the sound of calls coming out of my brother's mouth. I keep running fast. Race against time and race against my curiosity. Race with worries and ask questions in my mind.

I immediately ran into the house. And my brother also followed beside me.

DEG!!!

My heart's racing. My body trembled because I saw the scene in front of me. My eyes were heating up and my chest was painful and bitter.

"Maaa.." My eyes glazed over and looked at my mother.

The father looked at me. He frowned, he looked shocked and confused.

I walked over to my mom and hugged my greatest woman. Mama returned my embrace. And my brother came up to me and also hugged my mother with all his might.

I looked at him full of hate and anger. He looked at us full of wonder.

"Maa..inii...?" ask her while pointing at me.

She looked nervous and I saw tears welling her cheeks.

"It's brother.." Mama stroked my brother's hair.

"It's adek.." continued mama stroked my hair.

The man knelt down in front of us. He tried to grab my body and my brother. He was about to hug me. But I brushed it off and threw my eyes out of the house.

He managed to hug my brother.

"Papaaaa.." He hugged her back.

Mama crying sniffles. She was crying too. Keep trying to grab my hand. I always brush it off. My brother was crying so much.

Shit man!!!

There was disgust in my heart seeing that scene. He returns. Well, the father we used to call "father" has returned. After nearly 6 years of disappearing without a trace and without news. Almost 6 years he ruined our lives, especially my mom's. For almost 6 years my mother always cried when we fell asleep. How skinny and dull my mom was. His once smooth hands and smooth skin had now been rough. His once delicate palm is now rough and full of scars from soap allergies. We used to eat three meals a day, but in recent years have only eaten one. The three of us didn't eat for two days. Only drink tea water morning, day and night. My brother and I spent my childhood very hard. After school we had to sell around the village to be able to help mama to meet the needs of the school. Rarely can I play with friends like a child my age.

Where was that difficult moment?

Where was he when we couldn't sleep because we were hungry?

Where was he when I kept being insulted and scolded by my neighbors and friends?

Where was he when we were evicted from our grandmothers and uncles' houses so many times?

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