The widow's sealed

Chapter 1

"Bas on a bastard!"

Mr. Baskoro's voice breaks the silence of the night at the dinner table.

Mia just looked down. No more tears running down her cheeks. The abuse and insults spoken from his father had made him immune.

"Sir, don't be. Mia is just a Junior High graduate how she can make money other than that way. Yes you also know, if the work is so paid." Bu Ningsih defended Mia from her husband's rampage.

"It's okay Mom. Mia will work even harder. Forgive Mia Sir," said Mia softly.

"Yes, that's why I'm the same father. It works on Koh Yong's place only. Big money. Enough to eat with meat." Mr. Baskoro wants Mia to be a night woman at his friend's place.

Not without reason, Mia's beautiful face is indeed very selling for striped nose men. Although Mia is a child of East Java and West Java, but in fact Mia's face like Japanese descent. Several times Koh Yong asked Pak Baskoro to ask Mia to work at his place. But always fails because Mia refuses. Not to mention the Ningsih maam who always desperately to defend his son.

"Good Sir. Istigfar, call it sir. This is Mia our son. He's only 17. Do you want to sell your own children?" said bu Ningsih.

"The whole world knows that this bastard is not my son."

Again Mia just looked down. There is no courage to defend yourself. He wanted to cry, but in fact Mia's tears seemed to have run out.

"Sir," said Ms. Ningsih in a rather high voice.

"Already, Mom. Let's continue eating, sir. Let's go tomorrow Mia's looking for more!" Mia brought the plate for her father. But his father's hand threw Mia's hand that thrust a plate.

Paaa

The plate was broken to pieces.

"I don't eat anymore. No side dishes and the atmosphere made me not hungry anymore." Mr. Baskoro left the dining table.

"Mia, I'm sorry. I can't defend you." Bu Ningsih hugged Mia who was still silently sculpting.

With difficulty Mia swallowed her saliva. "Mother is not wrong. I get it." Mia releases her mother's embrace then picks up the scattered fragments of the plate.

There's no dinner. Mia returned to her room after finishing cleaning up the dining room. Mia closed the door to her room. Take a deep breath. Calms heart. Trying to forget everything that happened at the dinner table.

Mia took a book out of the drawer. There's a pen tucked in there. Not a diary book in general, it's just a notebook that he bought in a stall bu Amin. There Mia wrote all her feelings.

Mia never had a friend to share with. Even to her mother, Mia never told her grief. Only on a book worth three thousand rupiah Mia was able to tell all her feelings.

"Mia, can I come in?" said Ms. Ningsih from outside the room.

Mia immediately closed the book and put it back in the drawer. "Mom, just go in."

"Not sleeping, Mi?" ask Bu Ningsih basa stale.

"Do not consider yes said Father. You are the son of Mom and Dad. It's just that God gave you a beautiful fortune, baby." Ms. Ningsih looked very guilty to her son.

In the depths of her heart, Ms. Ningsih regretted that she had made her son fate like this. Economic demands, making bu Ningsih became TKW twenty years ago. Her intention to work abroad for five years must be dashed because she was raped by her own employer.

Returning to Indonesia with German seeds, her husband often tortured Ms. Ningsih if he made a mistake. After Mia grew older, even a teenager, Baskoro never tortured Ningsih again. But his cruelty moved on Mia.

Unlike teenagers who enjoy puberty with the beautiful thrill of falling in love, Mia only knows how to earn money every day.

"Mom, Mia loves Mom and Dad. Don't even think about it, ma'am!" Mia has always been a tough kid in front of everyone.

Ms. Ningsih knew what her son was feeling. The bond between mother and child is inevitable. "Sleep! Rest up! You go out first, yeah!" Bu Ningsih deliberately gave time so that Mia could cry as much. Because according to Ms. Ningsih if Mia can not tell her feelings to anyone, maybe Mia will be relieved by crying. But in fact wrong, Mia prefers to really sleep.

"Sir, don't be so Mia! I've been saying for a long time, if you can't accept Mia, we'd better divorce her." Ms. Ningsih was upset with her husband.

"What's? A divorce? Just yummy. Now he's grown up. He could be a money field for me. If we get divorced, how could he give me money?" replied Mr. Baskoro very lightly.

"You're missing sir." Ms. Ningsih left Mr. Baskoro who was still smoking on the front porch.

"I have to think about how I can get that kid to sell to Koh Yong. The price must be expensive. Staying in the polish a little, she will definitely be prettier," muttered Mr. Baskoro.

Kukuruyuuuuukk

The sound of the chicken woke Mia up. "What time is this?" Mia opened her eyes little by little to see the hello kitty clock stuck to the wall of her room. "Huh? Six o'clock?" Mia immediately got down and made up her bed.

For Mia, six o'clock was already a very daytime time. Because she is menstruating, Mia is becoming blurred. Soon Mia sided with herself and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Mom, sorry. Mia's bad luck." When I went to the kitchen, it turned out that Ms. Ningsih had prepared breakfast.

"Makanya wake up at dawn. Let the regime not be pegged by chickens" said Mr. Baskoro who suddenly appeared from his room.

"Yes Sir. At seven, Mia will go to RT's house. He said there was an ironing. Keep going to Dian's place," said Mia.

"That's so dong. The young man must be productive. Can't be lazy." If it's work, Mr. Baskoro always supports it.

"Yes sir" said Mia slowly.

Ms. Ningsih did not comment. Lazy if it is still morning already have to argue with her husband who always feels the truest. Always say so people should be productive, in fact Mr. Baskoro only spend his daughter to smoke.

Sometimes Mr. Baskoro does go here like a busy person. Though just busy looking for work so that Mia can travel around the village every day to work at the house of the citizens.

Already since the sixth grade, Mia worked as an iron worker. His simple life required him to live independently. Not even just independent, since Junior High he has been training to become a backbone of the family.