Wingless Butterfly

CHAPTER 2 MY MOTHER WAS AMAZING

I . B . U

That name has always been by my side all this time. The Mother I've always loved and My Mother who was wonderful.

Today I entered my new world, yes the world of kindergarten (Kanak-Kanak Park). I grew up to be a shy, inferior, timid and reserved child. Maybe the background factor of my family being divorced is one of them.

During school, I always asked Mom to stay with me. For a long time because my friends have dared to be left behind by their parents, making my mother also teach me to be brave. I cried when my mother left me in class.

And that makes me even sadder because my friends laugh at me. The teacher then gave me the understanding that I was old and smart so I had to study independently.

Little by little I dared to go to class without Mom, I diligently studied and obeyed my Master Mother. But there are some things that I may look a little different to my Mother Teacher and Friends. It was a fruit coloring lesson. Coincidentally that time the theme of the colored fruit was the grapes. All my friends color the grapes with purple and the other way with me, I actually color my grapes with green.

Master's mother rebuked me because I should have given the color of the fruit purple.

Master admonished me, "Rissa you should have colored the grapes purple instead of green. "

" The apple used to be green, but now there's a red one ma'am, "I answered it with a quivering voice and full of fear and nervousness.

The teacher advised me, "Yes, there are apples now in red, but the green grapes do not have Rissa, do not make it up. "

I bowed sadly, because I thought who knew later there really was a green grape. My kindergarten days are not as free as they are now. Kindergarten learning methods are now more towards the creativity of students to be free to create so that they can develop their talents and interests.

And let's see now whether it's a coincidence or not, the imagination that once existed in my brain is still fitting TK is now really manifested that many wines are green now.

The Kindergarten Period (Kanak-Kanak Park) is a time where there are also many out door activities, especially carnivals and dance performances. If asked to choose I am less interested in this kind of activity, but because of the necessity I am forced to follow it. And this is where the problem is, with activities like this it adds to the economic burden of our family. Where we have to pay for clothes rental and transportation for the carnival and also the cost of makeup. Mother was willing to owe first so that I could follow the mandatory activities of this school.

Miris and inversely proportional to our family, families who are categorized are able to flock to rent the best and best clothes for their children. I can only choose leftover clothes that might not be interesting to look at.

But I'm still grateful that I still have a mother who's always beside me, who's fighting for her son to participate in this activity.

The times that are still difficult for us to go through with the economy are still far from enough. Either until when it will end, because with we can buy rice alone is enough for us. Rice for us is a precious treasure.

" What are you daydreaming about ?" Mom woke me up from my daydream.

" No Ma'am, no, "I tried to cover up my anger.

" I'm your mother, 9 months I was pregnant with you, I was nursing you for 2 years, I knew you were hiding something, " My mother said.

I tried to say something even with a heavy tone, while crying shedding tears.

I said, "I'd like to have a new bag like my friend, yesterday In the middle of the street Rissa saw Bella with her Parents going to the store to buy new bags and shoes. "

Mother while glancing at my bag that was torn because the bag was indeed a bag when I was Kindergarten until now, I have entered elementary school (School Elementary) remains the same.

"I'm sorry Mom son, I can't buy you a new bag like your friends. "

Suddenly I was shocked because I suddenly asked about my Father. Mom was silent for a long time, and did not dare to say anything.

"Mom, I'm going to my Dad's house who knows if you'll buy me a new bag, Mom. "

Without saying anything Mother simply nodded in agreement, because maybe by this time I was old enough to understand my life.

The next day I went to my Father's House, but my mother was just waiting across the street.

It seems not the affectionate look that was seen in both of my father's eyes but his dislike of my presence. And all this time I knew that my Father had indeed remarried to a widow with two children who were both women the same age as me. When I said to ask for a bag, the answer really sliced my iris.

" Are you asking for a bag, ask your mother that she has no money, you poor !!! "

" Rissa's bag is torn up Well because it's a TK bag. "

" What money I am, don't think dong as good as your eel if you ask," While pointing at my head.

I caught a glimpse of my stepdaughter Father Kandung coming and struggling like her own son and asking to buy new clothes. Then my real father immediately agreed to the request of his stepson. I also reacted to the sign of not accepting this injustice, because I should be the one who got the treatment because I am the real child.

Then my real father said, "So, you don't know what's lucky, get out of my house !!! "

Bruaki!!!!...

The door closed and I was pushed out. Astaghfirullah. There was a deep pain and a feeling of being dzolimi by my own biological father.

While stepping limped and a puddle of tears that had almost trickled down, I hugged my mother.

As if my mother already knew the answer, she calmed me down, "Patience Son, God will help us in his own way, "Mom strengthened me, calmed me. It was always like that when I lost my spirit in life.

Stepping home from a distance I saw the folds of paper and rushed to get them.

So happy this when I found the money Rp 25,000.00, with such money I can buy a bag.

" Mom, God Good God love money from the sky for Rissa to buy a new bag. "

" No boy, this is money not falling from the sky, maybe it's the money of a fallen person, son, "Mom gave me a little understanding.

Actually, I do not agree that the money is used to buy a bag, because I believe the money belongs to the person who fell and maybe now the person is confused looking for it.

But because of the circumstances and I could not bear to see me cry again, Mom finally thought I went to the market to buy a bag. Mother also promised that there will be sustenance to replace the money and be practiced to the mosque.

There will be no one who can replace the sincerity and love of my mother, Surgaku.

Thank You, My Wonderful Mother.