The Touch of Gendis Love

Hellhouse

Gendis' footsteps looked heavy and lazy, down the narrow alleyways to a house that was not at all worthy of being called home. Not because the building is very simple, but more because the atmosphere in it is too crowded with cries of anger and quarrel.

Home is the best place to go home. A place to rest from all busyness and fatigue. The most beautiful place to share affection and warmth with family members. In fact? Home to Gendis is nothing more than a hell of the world.

Cacian of the man he called father, was no longer able to make clear hair from his eyes fell. The whip from her stepmother now only felt like a caress. Body and mental pain given repeatedly make Gendis immune and numb.

Born to be the first child, of a couple who should not have had children in their marriage. For what and how they can convert themselves as parents, if all the responsibilities are transferred to Gendis. If there is no Damar–adiknya. He must have run away from his house long ago.

Gendis reduced the speed of her footsteps as the distance of the hell house got closer. Tucked away a simple hope, even though he knew it was impossible. Tonight, he wants his house to be quiet. There is no shout of anger from the father who continues to ask for money for gambling capital or the nagging stepmother who always demands spending money.

They never want to understand, the task of college and part-time work is very draining physical and mind every day.

"Back this late, take what money are you?" ask Jubaidah–new wife from her father. In fact, Gendis had only entered two steps from the door of their house.

Gendis reached into her pants pocket, then thrust a fifty-thousand note at her stepmother.

The woman whose age was not much different from him immediately smiled wryly. "only this way? why do you go to college. Just the right job. Let me return the favor to my parents." The woman gawked into her room, having taken the money without saying thank you.

Gendis was not arguing. Right now, he only wanted to eat, bathe and sleep. His body is already very sticky.

The 21-year-old girl went into the room she was in with Damar and locked the door.

"Just come home, Mommy?" asked Damar, without looking because he was seriously studying.

"Yes, Mar. Have you eaten?"

"Yet,Mbak. Lunch at Mas Bayu." Damar closed the book.

Gendis took out two packs from inside her bag. Just a tempeh plus eggplant. Simple for others, but for Gendis and Damar it is a luxury food, because at home they only find rice and salted fish. The reason Jubaedah was always the same, he did not cook because his father, Darto, never gave shopping money.

Though almost every day Gendis routinely gives shopping to the dandy woman. This is how it happens, if you have parents who are only a burden on the family, not bearing the cost of the child, this is the opposite. Not that Gendis was disobedient, evil, let alone ignorant, but her father was outrageous. Can't be continuously left alone like this.

If you do not want to support and care for your children, at least do not add to the burden of the child. It was enough that Gendis struggled on her own for food and school fees on her own since she was in elementary school. While his father, busy remarrying then divorced, then remarried and divorced again.

Until the birth of Damar, whose age is only three years from Gendis. I don't know what son of his father's wife. Her mother Damar also left home when her sister was one year old. Same as when Gendis' birth mother, left her first. Which woman can live with lazy, angry men and hobbies playing gambling as well.

"Eat first, Mar. She was hungry too." Gendis opened the package for Damar.

The two ate together without a sound. That's more or less the daily life of Gendis. Fortunately, today there are customers who are kind enough to give good tips. Otherwise the lash will drift.

"Father out, huh, Mar? tumben is not. Peaceful feeling. Hopefully you can guide, who knows tomorrow-tomorrow want to be a TKI to Dubai or Korea. Ma'am didn't ask to send the money. Just want to calm down."

"Take it to Palestine or Israel, Ma'am. Let's have a Jihad."

Damar ended his meal, there was not a single piece of rice left there, nor was Gendis. Both are compact squeezing and simultaneously put the food wrapping paper in a plastic bag, then put it under the bed. It's a safe way that their fathers and stepmothers don't know they're buying their own food.

Just putting a towel on his shoulder, an unmissed cry sounded thunderous calling out his name.

"Gendiss! Out you!" Darto knocked on the door impatiently.

Gendis casually opened the door of her room.

"Here you go with me!" Darto pulled out Gendis' hand by force.

"Bapak wants to know you as a massage dealer at a famous club in Jakarta. If you work there, the money's clearer." Again Darto forced his will on Gendis.

"What do you mean, Father? If you want clear money. My own father works. Gendis is currently under no obligation to support, Father." The girl began to dare to speak, it seems that now is the right time to open Darto's eyes and mind, that Gendis is not a child anymore.

"Don't be your bastard son! Who do you think it could be now because of who?" Darto threw Gendis on the sofa of his living room that had been broken into everywhere.

"Because of Gendis himself, sir! Gendis can be what it is now because of Gendis, not because, Father! What ever? You paid Gendis's school tuition. What ever? I asked, What has Gendis eaten yet? Never was!" Gendis was about to move, but Darto's hand held back his hand. Then, back to throw Gendis' body onto the sofa even more rough.

"You, Father what exactly? What less has Gendis been a child? Not being told to eat Gendis and Damar can still be big. Not in school, Gendis and Damar can still remain in school. Are you not ashamed of us?!" The patience of the Gendis is over. The anger that he had been damning all this time was simply vented.

A loud slap of Darto's hand right hit Gendis' right cheek, leaving a trace of a reddish finger on the girl's perfectly firm smooth cheek. Although his eyes glazed with pain and pain, but he was still able to look at his father with hatred.

Damar who from earlier was just peeking, finally came out to protect his brother. Though all this time, Gendis always forbade him not to go out of the room when there is Darto at home.

"Get into the room, Mar! Coming in!" screams Gendis.

Jubaedah came with menor-looking women. The woman looked straight at Gendis.

"How much?" asked Jubaidah while glancing at Gendis who was looking at him sharply.

"This good stuff. It's expensive. How much do you ask?" the menor woman tried to get close to Gendis.

Darto and Jubaidah, looking happy smiles seeing the woman is very fond of her daughter. In their brains right now, they are imagining a pile of rupiahs filling the wardrobe of both.

"Don't touch me!" Shouted Gendis, balking as soon as the woman was about to touch her face.