The World for Zahra

Punished

My face jerked to the side as a loud slap from Mamah had landed on my cheek. He straightened his index finger, pointing at my face. "Your first mistake, for it has made me ashamed, today."

He slapped my other cheek. My face jerked to the side while my head was down. "This is for you, who have neglected to take care of Jasi."

Mom caught both my jaws with one hand. He tightened his grip and brought my face closer to his sight. "Now, answer! Why does Jasi have such a wound?!" His tone was low in tune with his teeth tightly clenched.

"Yes, this is Jasi-'s fault"

"DIEM!" Mamah jerked Jasi to stop. The girl fell silent and ducked.

"A few days ago, Jasi was almost kidnapped. He manages to dive himself by jumping from the kidnapper's car, and-"

"What?! Repeat once more!" Mamah widened along with that, her face growing red. I replied as you wished, "Jasi kidnapped, Mah."

Brake, PRANK

I was knocked down until my body bounced off the glass-based table. The table broke while I grimaced with the pain. I was about to get up, but my elbows were not strong enough to lift my body up. I fell back.

Mamah then pulled out my hand and made our gaze pound each other. He caught my head with both hands. With a tight grip on the hair of the back of my head, he brought our faces closer to the point of a clash of gazes.

"You'll know next. It's just a fraction of what I want to give you as a reward." The devil's look was still visible. I did not rebel or cry, all I did was follow the path of misery outlined by Mamah.

He dragged me to the upper pool. Not my hands, but my hair is being scratched. Climb the stairs and down the hallway. We have reached the goal of Mamah.

Swimming-pool.

The azure blue water pool with a depth that almost filled my entire body as I drowned in it.

Mom looked at me beside him. His hand that showed veins marks all his strength was deployed, still pulling my hair. The sloping chime of a red hue filled his face increasingly adds a cruel impression to him.

"You-I hate you." Mamah revealed in a growling tone. I smiled faintly and looked at Mamah from the side, "i know, Mah." Mom is pulling my hair. "You may be destined to live, but not to live."

I took a breath and looked straight. "I am destined to live, and I am destined to live. Life is what we live during life."

"But life is happy."

I looked at Mamah. Riding and throwing off all her perceptions of me and what I have of my world, "yes, life is happy. I have that too."

Mamah glares. His breathing grew stronger along with his growing emotions. He put my face closer in his view. With a growl, he said, "now you're not happy, and until then I won't make you happy."

I looked back at him from close proximity. The more I reduced the distance between our faces, and made our gazes pound each other. "Mommy is not God. And what Mamah is doing, is only the trials of my life that God sent through Mamah. All who live, will be destined to experience difficult and happy times. I'm gonna go out, too, and, Mom, too."

Byeur

I jumped into the pool. There, I had a hard time feeling the comfortable air. The weather is cold and soaking in the open air is not the right thing. But I know, it's a punishment Mamah wants to give, so what am I waiting for. By Mamah or myself, the punishment I receive will not be reduced.

Mama's not happy. From there I saw Mamah's face getting unsightly. He was clenched while the red hue grew more and more visible all over his face. He called, "guardian!"

And the home environment guard who was in charge of watching the top floor of our house came straight away. "Yes, Mom."

Mom pointed. With a triumphant gaze, he said all the orders for the guards to do, "tie his hands and feet! Don't forget, bring the duct tape and keep his mouth shut."

"Well, Mom. I'll be right back." The guards were about to leave, but came back to a halt, "wait!"

He turned and ducked to face Mamah.

"After that, close all access to it. Don't let anyone get here. Close the door and let him serve until tomorrow morning."

The guard looked at me pity. "Ta-but-"

Mamah made her words stall by making conditional use of her palm that was sloped in front of the face of the Guard pack.

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Jasi walks when late at night arrives. The lighting has been partially turned off. Everyone was asleep and the girl walked down the hallway to my room. When he arrived, he immediately opened the room door by turning the knob. Sweeps his gaze and does not find the person he is looking for.

That, i.

"Where's brother?" He went inside. Looking for me in the bathroom located on the other wall of my room. No he found.

Then he came out and ran towards Mamah and Papah's room. He arrived and opened the door without knocking or asking permission to enter.

There, Mamah and Papah were still sound asleep. The lights are turned off and they sleep on each other's backs. The dividing wall is a neatly arranged roll between the two. Everything happened as usual.

Jasi thought for a moment. Is it worth it to wake Papah at this hour? It's okay, he thinks. They could sleep again later, but how could Jasi herself sleep with her mind still floating around thinking of me.

He's approaching Papah. With a sigh he shook Papah's body, trying to wake him up. "Bah," he said. Papah responds with little movement. Jasi returned to action with Papah's shoulder menoel-noel and this time, his efforts produced results in accordance with his kemaun.

Jasi straightened her index finger in front of her lips. Papah understands. He spoke in a whispering voice, "what are you doing here?" Jasi conditions Papah to come out with her.

Papah. With a soundless movement, he walked out while carefully closing the door. Up outside, Papah aligns the face on the face of his little princess by crouching down. "Why aren't you, gini nights not sleeping?"

Jasi said softly, "So early this morning, Brother was punished again. Mom dragged him upstairs all the time, he's not in the room."

Papah standing. He thought hard and found something that crossed his mind.

Above, in addition to the room room, there is only a warehouse and an upper courtyard. Papah's headed for the barn. He quickened his pace and when he reached the warehouse he immediately opened the door.

No one found.

Papah closed the door quickly, and took Jasi out of the upper courtyard. When they arrived, the door could not be opened. Deliberately locked and the key not found hanging on the door, as usual.

His mind was immediately fucked. He was more and more convinced that I was given a terrible punishment out there. So, Papah went straight to Mamah. He jerked Mamah's body to wake up. He snapped and forced violently to let Mamah immediately revoke her sentence which was getting beyond that limit.

Mom remained silent. Proudly, he crossed paths and said nothing. All of that makes Papah even more angry. He gripped Mamah's arms and said he would imprison her if she did not obey Papah's orders.

Mamah kalut's. During this time, Papah's speech, accompanied by a hot look, can always be held. And if he said angrily, it meant that what he said would definitely be done.

Papah gives opportunity in the form of a count. He asked Mama to tell him where the key was. Mamah ducked while closing her eyes, powerless to stem the fear in her heart.

Papah came to the last count. Mamah said, the key she held. Papah asked and Mamah gave him the key he put in his pajama pocket. Papah quickly took the key. He rushed to the outside courtyard and opened the door.

Meanwhile, Jasi looked at Mamah while shaking her head inexhaustibly. Mamah was increasingly embarrassed and downcast over Jasi's treatment. It all starts and ends with him. He who punishes and he who gets mentally oppressed for the treatment of the two people he cares for.

Jasi was disappointed, not to lose also Papah. Mamah let them down today, and somehow their disappointment will be paid off by Mamah's treatment that changed for the better. There is no physical violence or speech. Because so far, everything you have done either physically or in speech, has always ended badly for me.

Wounds all over my body, always in the name of Mama. And to this day, that wound has always been gone without leaving any trace of hatred in my heart. I always forgive, but I don't know when, the day for him to apologize to me will come. All he did was give the wound and incise the others before the wound dried up.

Because to me, her speech is a wound, her touch is a wound, her gaze is a wound and her every breath is a wound. The whole of her was a deep wound I received.

But that wound is what revives my spirit until now.

The exam was the first process of life that always worked to encourage me. I live by that spirit, and until now I have always had a grip, that, "there will be happiness" after the coming of misery.

I held fast, and all of it succeeded in strengthening my faith to not kufr and out of what was outlined in my destiny.

It is I, who take shelter in the shade of suffering and stand on the dream of happiness.

^^^Azzahra, 19 March 2010~^^^

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