The Night Woman Repents
WMB 1S
Hi!!, just call me Yunita Srg (pseudonym), I am now fifteen years old.My nose is small, my face is oval, my lips are thin and tiny, my skin is yellow, my hair is shoulder-length, my lips are thin,as a child I was a tomboy, stubborn, fond of fighting anyone I thought wasn't right, high curious soul, handsome guy, my height was 160 when I grew up.
When I was Smp, I was forced to go to school at a boarding school in M.
Mother: Yunita want Mama input at Pondok Pesantren where Mama's cousin in M?.
Yunita: Ahk do not mak, Yuni thought not there, Yuni just want Smp in the village only mak.
Mother: Can't argue, Mama will still register Yunita there, the point of no noise.
Mother then went to the kitchen to cook with her alakadar, yes understandably we live in the village precisely on the plantation.
Dad worked in a rubber plantation located a small town we live in now, although simple we can still say harmonious family.
When I was a teenager that's where our harmony was broken because I was crazy in love.
I'm two brothers, my sister at that third grade elementary school, my brother boy, I was born from a father who has batak and java, while the original Minang-nails Mother, I was born,
my father's name is Darman Srg, Indi Tanjung and Adikku Anton srg.
Today exactly I took elementary school izasah, on foot to school, my school is not too far from home just 100 meters from home .
wati: Eh how much are you worth ?
Me: hemm it seems like I have a hard time getting a country Junior High.
wati: My grades are low, mostly dating.
Me: Uh just finished Elementary School, do you know how to date?
wati: Ahahahaah I don't know how to go.
Me: Didn't you know you were still in Wati Elementary School?
Wati: Don't know stupid, do my third grade Junior High like my boyfriend, Hahaha he believes, you look at my posture like a Junior High.
Me: Huh, you lying man.
Wati : Psstt just you there, you will know how the feeling of dating ahahah.
Wati is my classmate, she quickly gets to know love, maybe because of Wati's older environment and friends than her, so she can be, siWati basics .
Wati: Uh I first yes!, about you already picked me Yun.
Me: Father what father?!!!, haahaha my joke.
wati: You shucks, look at my father I've been waiting in front.
Indarti: Eehhhh no need to bacot, when we do not have a farewell event? .
Me: Oh yes, one day we make a reunion, yes ahahah, bring each partner.
Wati: Aman it, the singles we bully just ahahha.
Me: You fuck, fuck me, you're a chicken.
Wati: eleh-eleh is angry with him.
Me: huhu, just wait ya later you will know, my girlfriend must be the most handsome than your boyfriend.
Wati: ok, my father is waiting for me,bye Yunita, Indonesia.
Indarti and I: heart of your heart yes.
Wati will enter Junior High School in my village .while Indarti also, only I am confused, where will I go to school?.
"Don't let mama put me in the boarding school, I don't want to include the expensive fees, not to mention the dormitory fees".Mumbled my own heart.
I want SMP here just like my classmates here, I am confused about Allah.
When I got home from school, I went into the house.
Mother: Has the body been taken?.
I'm : 'My mom, but I promise you don't put me in love, I think a lot of times the cost later.
Mother: About the cost do not think about while your father is healthy Mama, there must be a rezeky, remember it's the struggle Mama and Dad are here for you two Brother and Yunita.
Me : Huffttt, like Mamalah there once.
With a deep breath I lay my tired face on the five-foot mattress in my room.
"o Allah, if this is what my mother wants for the best, I will obey it" he said in his heart.
Mother: Yunita, Yun, wake up!, wake up ! the meal.
mama said, shaking my body.
"Hkkk ....!!! I apparently overslept not knowing that it was night, because tired, it was about waiting in line at school take my izasah" I said as I got up from a soft bed.
At dinner at home :
Dad: where did Yun go?, so want the pesantren?, do not disappoint Dad and Mama ya!!, it is not cheap school !!.
Say Dad while continuing to eat it with ravenous, even sambal belacan, added salted fish with vegetable leaves of sweet potatoes on boiled.
I did not answer the words of the father so firmly, I just kept quiet according to their words, may I be a useful child for them.
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The day that awaited arrived was also the time.Mama had registered me dipesantren.Baju with her hijab set alla ustadzah.Buku - books, sets of learning equipment, including packing my belongings for the city.
Then we headed to the city of M with two times on a Mini Bus.
After arriving in the city of M, Mama and I called the father of the paddle pedicab.
Mother: pack orange road direction, lime handle where ya?.
Mr rickshawman: Oh there ma'am, let me take there ma'am, the cottage psantren yes ma'am?, this is the time of registration of new students.
Mother: He sir right I want to go there, take us there yes sir, the weather is hot and tired.
Mr pedicab: let's take my mom.
Until we were in a three-story building and a princess dormitory surrounded by trees.Then we entered were greeted ustadzah who greeted Mama , maybe this is the mother who guards the dormitory I thought.
" Come in buk let's, this is his student ?"
I passed by the santri rooms, many old santri smiled at me, I returned their smiles. Mama talked a lot with ustadzah until the afternoon.
When it was time to part with Mama, I cried sobbing, do not leave me mama, hikss hykss, mama I hugged and said.
Mother: study here diligently , do not disappoint Daddy and Mama in the village.
"Yes mak" I replied in a discordant tone.
When I saw the gate of the dorm Mama walking out to look for angkot , her steps were heavy like not willing to also release her daughter who was just this puppet.
" hallloo new boy huh?, where's the village?, introduce my name melsa"
while sticking his hand out at me, as I was about to enter the dorm room.
I : oh yes my name is Yunita from small town plantation P salam know ya.
Melsa : Oh yes hopefully feel at home here yes, I'm second class, Santri here is friendly and also good, what more ummi who always keep us later in this dormitory.
Me: he's sister mel, I call brother ya.
Melsa: Here call ukhti do not brother yes matter here must use Arabic, later Yunita will be taught Arabic here heeheheehe.
melsa: Same with Yunita.
I: Oh yes, I will accompany Yun to take a walk around this dorm, about the new Yun Santri here.
Melsa :Ok dear just calm down, ukhti Melsa will accompany Yunita to see this dormitory and get to know the ukhti-ukhti of this dormitory. Say melsa with a big smile to me .
May I feel at home here, O God, so that I can prove my parents in the village. I can , yes I have to realize my ideals to be a polwan, hemm I am a tomboy mummy I am hearted .
If you are Melsa, excuse me
from my room to his room, I arranged my clothes into a two-door closet, not to forget also sambal teri dried beans cooked mama, ready I store in the closet for my morning breakfast stock.
Oh I miss them there!, just a day.
I'm tired of wanting to sleep in my three-foot mattress, dorm boy, I hope I'm at home here chayo Yunita.
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The class increase has arrived, the test of the class up and up came, I was very concerned about doing the test task even though it was difficult , I have to take it even if my brain is less diluted but my advantages in the field of sports and IPA lessons.
By the time I headed to the dormitory bathroom to finish the class exam, my stomach suddenly hurt to the right.
Me : please ukhti-uhkti hurt my stomach so much, please call my mom !!! .
With my body bent I felt a very sick stomach, I leaned against the wall of the bathroom because I could not stand the stabbing feeling in this right abdomen.
A woman ran towards me, yes even though my eyes were already a little blurred from sight, I could still faintly see the shadow of Ummi the keeper of my dormitory.
After that Ummi and the students brought me to the room to rest, and Ummi quickly went to the office to plan to call Mama in the room.
Ummi: hello assalamualaikum this with mother Indi tanjung
Orag Kantor: Not my mother who takes care of the office phone, what is it mom?, I know her Indi mother.
UMMi: Please sir convey to the family of Mr. Darman Srg his son is sick in the dormitory. please be picked up sir.
Office man: Ok, Ok my mother will inform Mr. Darman's family right now.
Ummi: thank you mr. assalamualaikum.
Office person:waalaikumsalam.
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The next day I was picked up by my mother from the village, Mama's love had gone back and forth like a trance, definitely tired from the village continued Bus twice from the village of M city.
Mother: which one is sick?, what does Yunita eat can be sick?, do not eat carelessly lha, is it still sick now?.
Me : Very sick mak!, I could not stand being lashed with the roughness is not good also mak.
Said me with a grimacing tone that was still sprawled on the mattress.
Mother: We have gone to the hospital.
Mama said with a raucous and worried tone.
We left for T, T city was a small town in line from my village.
Because my father was an employee of the plantation in P , we get electricity, gas and hospital facilities for free.
After that, arriving in the city of T, we went down in front of the hospital and walked slowly towards the plantation hospital.See Mama embrace me slowly towards the ER, slowly towards the ER,because in 1998 it was still the ER if now the IGD.
Mother: Doctors help my son his stomach hurts.
Mama said in a worried tone while putting me down dibrankar patient.
Doctor:why mother's son? what hurts mom?
Mother: her right stomach hurts Doc, please check.
Doctor: how many days are the symptoms open?.
Mom: it's been two days doctor.
Doctor: try to fold the leg of the right deck!, does it hurt.
I obey the will of the doctor even though it is very sick I can still hold it a little, until it is not restrained anymore.
"uh duh duh, Mama uhuhhuhuh,
hiks hik hiksss doc pain "were complaining I'm keeping this pain at bay.
Doctor: wow this mother seems to be a symptom of appendicitis, but try tomorrow I check again mother.with a blood check.
Mama only fell silent after hearing the doctor's explanation and tried hard.
Sister took the paper and recorded my biodata.
"Whose name?" said Sister.
"Yunita Ananta Srg" I replied.
"what age is deck ?"
"Fourteen year street fifteen year sisters"
As the nurse noted, My mother worriedly pushed the rank I was sleeping towards room four.
it turns out the child's room "pfffttt." I'm a shy little smile.
Me: mak kok Yunita brought a small child gini room anyway?, I'm already big, already mens again here.
Turns out the nurse heard my babble which people think is spoiled but pretentious.
Sister: No matter what deck is adek here because the age of adek is still fifteen years.
"Yeeeee feeling" said Mama
with my soft tone, I became silent and embarrassed and threw away my face.
Children's room where the patient is cared for . I'm not in the vip room, because a room like this is specifically for ordinary employee children. The contents of the room there are six three-foot wide berankar.
Me : Mak Yun booby first yes, his stomach still hurts.
Mother: boboklah notwithstanding the nurse must have come to give medicine to Yun, be patient.
me: it's mom
I'm laying down this body that's sick because I'm so tired, I hope this pain goes away, I want to heal.
Sister: Eh girl still hurts not her stomach ? let brother inject ya.
I:sick brother?, Yun is afraid never.
Sister: No matter how much the ant bitten, the important thing is that the pain can be lost, this injection is to reduce the abdominal pain Yunita, let Yun can sleep comfortably.
Sister while opening my pants, get ready with the injection.
It's not important that I sleep well.
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IT'S A REAL STORY ...a girl named yunita (pseudonym) young girl who ends up being a night woman, located in the area of Sumut, batak girl who struggles to find her true love, falsity, loyalty.love and grudge smoldering, love and,money to be a widow, will be peeled this novel.May the readers live it and inspire, so that later in our lives no one becomes a second yunita.
greetings from the author do not forget his like yes dear muachh.
