The Sound of Tears
Noisier
"hellleehh. Son, let's just get out of here. Mami males just as women do not know themselves" Kartika said to her son.
"wait for Kartika, what did you just say? women don't know themselves? don't just want to insult my son yes" said Bu Tari who was getting upset to see the treatment of his guests to me.
"yes. what else is the name if not this woman does not know herself, already poor, usually just hitchhiking and disturbing the lives of others" replied Kartika.
"keep your talk Kartika..do not once you insult my daughter" added bu dance.
"what? your kid? Mentari.. mentari. And now you're saying that this is your son?"
Hearing the commotion between us, Mr. Zein and Mr. Tama who were talking in the living room immediately headed to the living room where we were gathered there.
"what's this ma, why are you so noisy?" ask Zein's wife.
"And why you, son? why are your legs wounding like this?" add the middle-aged man to Shinta.
"this pi. child does not know this self has tried to harm our child. Look at Shinta's feet so blisters like this" replied Kartika.
"kartika please keep your words, my son is innocent" said Bu Tari trying to defend me.
"why are you defending this child? this child is not a good child, he looks so innocent. His behavior duuuhhh. I warn you once again, you should just throw this child out of here, before you become the next victim" said Mr. Kartika who tried to make my good name become polluted in the family who had been willing to give me a place to stay during the lecture in Jakarta.
"Sorry Kartika and Shinta. You better get out of here. I don't want to accept any more guests like you" said Ms. Tari as she pointed at the door.
"sorry Pratama, this visit ended like this. And Mentari forgive the behavior of my wife and child" said Mr. Zein who felt bad about the actions of his wife and child.
Shortly after, the family left the apartment. While I immediately locked myself in the room. My mind is currently completely muddled. 'O Lord, what more trials have you given me?' I murmured in my heart.
"Shella.. open the door, son.." cried Miss Tari from the front door of my room. He called me over and over and asked me to open the door. But black fog seemed to envelop me, negative thoughts began to appear in my mind, as tears fell.
Usually at times like this all I need is a mother figure, a mother who has been caring for and raising me.
"Shella.. please open the door, son.you're okay, son.." said Ms. Tari who was worried about my situation.
"Shella.. open the door, son.." added Mr. Tama.
Then I got up from my seat and opened the door.
"Shella.. Why are you crying? don't you mind the words of Kartika and her son just now" said Bu Tari who immediately hugged me tightly.
"it's true what they say ma'am, I'm not a good woman, I'm just a troublemaker in the lives of people around me" I said slowly.
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