The Touch of Gendis Love

Get out of the house

The woman just smiled cynically got a rejection from Gendis.

Darto and Jubaedah without feeling mention a nominal that makes Gendis feel like wanting to clothe the two men with money from his own sweat.

"Why should Gendis be sold? Isn't this father's wife young too? He's still selling, though maybe it's not too interesting to buy." Gendis deliberately provoked his father's emotions. Hoping for a noise from her home, she can attract the attention of her neighbors and help her escape the rotten plans of her own biological father and stepmother.

A hard slap landed back on his right cheek. This time from Jubaydah's hands. It makes the pain feel perfect. Enough is Gendis holding on.

"Listen well, Gendis is not a child that you can bluff and torture at will again. This time, Gendis won't be silent." The sound of Gendis getting louder and higher, the next door neighbor began to be disturbed.

Usually, they don't care. Because the screams of Darto and Jubaedah they used to listen. Even to the point of being bored. But this time it was the sound of Gendis that was tearing their ears, a sound they had never heard even though the torment was sometimes being felt. A sign that neighbors should intervene.

"Basar child does not know yourself, it is fortunate that you want to raise you. Your mother just threw it away and left you alone." said Darto began to re-ignite his emotions.

"Braise me said? Raised like what?" asked Gendis, his eyes staring intently at Darto.

The man did not answer with words. But instead took off his belt, about to beat up Gendis with a long thin object made of leather.

The menor woman held Darto's hand. "Don't hurt this good stuff again."

"You want me, don't you?" ask Gendis to the woman.

With a sly grin, the woman nodded as she said, "Of course."

Outside some of the neighbors were already crowded in front of the porch of the house of Gendis, they whispered to each other guessing what was going on inside .

Hearing the neighbors have arrived, now is the time for Gendis to carry out the plan in accordance with what is in his mind.

"Mar ... Amber ..." His shouting.

In a hurry Damar approached, only the cry of Gendis that he was afraid of. Because only her brother always gave her affection and attention.

"Guide all your clothes and books, don't forget to have your mbak. We're out of this hell right now!" gendis' orders were without hesitation and very firm.

"Don't you dare get out of the house. You kill you!" threatening Darto, his jaw hardened with a red face. His hand was back to float, but suddenly Mr. RT and Mr. RW entered, holding Darto's hand firmly.

"Don't interfere! It's my business, what I want my son to do, it's my right!" Darto continued to rebel.

Darto. The man was only big in the mouth and guts, actually had no insight capital or anything that could be used to justify his actions.

"Where are you going with your sister, Nduk?" ask RW gently.

"It's important to get out of this house first, sir. Gendis has many friends. You need not worry. Gendis has been used to living hard, getting out of this house will definitely make the steps of Gendis easier. Thank you for the help of the Father and the people during this time," said Gendis politely.

Mr. RT and Mr. Rw released their hands on Darto. It looks like the man is unable to wiggle right now. Don't know later.

"Bus ... Maqf ... Wait for me in front of the alley, There is no need to give pennies to father and Bu Jubaedah. If I have to sell myself, I have to enjoy the money. Not them," Gendis told the menor woman earlier, she hesitated what to call.

The woman nodded happily, with a wide smile. He's out of the house. Not caring at all dozens of pairs of eyes that looked at him with a strange and slightly demeaning look.

All were unmoved at Gendis' boldness and courageous decision, the sternness began to sound. Of course some of them immediately sentenced Gendis must plunge themselves into a dark life. The look of the women was also not right in their eyes. Like the women of night peddlers of perverted pleasures and a moment in general.

Damar looks ready. The backpack is on the shoulder, the Gendis bag is already carrying with his hands. While the clothes are already in the sheets that he used as a bundle. Not many clothes were owned by the two of them. Maybe not thirty pairs, one bundle of sheets is enough for both of their clothes.

Gendis said goodbye to all the neighbors who were there, do not forget to say thank you because all this time there were some of them who really care. Not only does it help to give swearing to the father and stepmother, but it often also shares food for him and Damar.

"ndis ... Don't do any weird work. You are a pinter and beautiful. Take good care of your self-esteem. Do not darken your eyes, Do not come out of hell and then you go into another hell deeper," said Miss Rida, wife of Mr. RW.

Gendis just smiled and nodded. Actually, he is still thinking. The woman could still be waiting for him in front of the alley.

"Make sure you can take good care of yourself. You have to succeed in the right way. Born of a J4l4ng and raised in the hands of thugs, you can't be discouraged. Many roads are good, make sure you choose that path," Ms. Mali, a neighbor of Gendis beside the house exactly, hugged the girl tightly.

Gendis just smiled back, took off her body slowly then bowed for a while as a sign of her respect. The girl then took the bundle that Damar had brought.

The two stepped foot slowly leaving the crowd and their homes. Not wanting to look back again, even to just see his father who sounded like he was rampaging, slamming glassware visible to the eyes that were burning.

The words of J4lang are familiar in the ears of anyone close to Darto's house. The one who always accused Gendis and Damar was the daughter of j4lang.

Gendis heart is actually very sad and sick now. Their words that strengthen, actually more remind from the womb who he was born. Damar followed the footsteps of Gendis who was a bit stung because the bundle of sheets he carried was quite heavy.

Not a single tear dripped from Gendis' or Damar's cheeks. Their wounded and lolled hearts do not make their tears fall easily. The duration and rigors of life have completely eroded the sensitivity of their eyes to sadness.

"Sir, where are we going?" damar asked, concern clearly visible on his face.