Woman
Episode 3: Sabrina Tells the Story (1)
I looked at the picture of Mom on the phone. His loving eyes and smile are so shady, I really miss it. It's been a year now, I've been indexing for free at Miss Fira's house.
All needs were met, even Bu Fira occasionally gave pocket money to be sent to Mother in the village. The pretext is as money thanks for keeping Sefti and Seri. But, retorting me it really did seem like generosity from him.
I am very grateful to Allah for bringing together the figure named Disa Setiawan and Fira Setiawan. Brother and sister, kind heart who have two different characters and personalities.
I met Sis Disa on a bus, while I was going to the place to take part in a writing competition for a local publishing company.
Later, he reunites accidentally with Kak Disa at a restaurant. I also became close to him, because Sister Disa claimed to have considered herself like a figure who had lifted her from the slump.
Though, as I recall. I just called her Ma'am and asked her to say hello if she was a Muslim. That'sthat's all.
Like the destiny God has laid out. I met with Ms. Fira during the writing competition. Bu Fira was the interim director at the time. What I didn't think was Sis Disa's sister, I found out about it when we passed by in the hospital.
That way, I also became close to Sefti, the eldest daughter of Bu Fira when several times came to the hospital. The hospital where Bu Maya, a cancer fighter was treated. Old friend of Sis Disa.
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Tomorrow morning, Sefti will go pick up his Tante at the airport. He looks very stingy. Sefti even had time to googling some jokes to try to entertain Tantenya later.
Me and Sefti, sleep in the room tonight. He said he'd miss me so much when I was coming home next week. To be honest, I am very envious of Sefti, because he lives in a pretty nice neighborhood and has a family this friendly. In contrast to my family who had a time bomb in it.
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Sefti still continues to play games from his phone, while occasionally multitasking reply to messages from his girlfriend, the Rian.
"Dduh, this Rian is a real bother!" grunts with lips monyong. I laughed at Sefti's behavior.
"Tell him you're busy, don't bother first." I'm suggesting.
"Yes, Brother. I told you. Just keep him chatting only in WA. What a bummer! Don't know if anyone else is playing with worms!"
"Main continued. Not studying. You are in the twelfth grade. Don't be lazy dong!"
"Just entered twelfth grade as well!" answer without seeing me. "Ishh Rian is so cute!" continued shouting.
Immediately, the purple-case phone was placed into the ear. Sefti walked towards the toilet, and began to rage indistinctly at the figure behind his phone call.
Sefti has become very close to me. I also began to love him like my own brother.
Rahayu, my sister who has hepatitis. He is younger than Sefti. He couldn't even feel school because of the pain.
My memory shifted to that day. A day, where I could finally feel what it called worldly collapse.
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That day, after persuading Bu Maya, a friend of Kak Disa to perform his second operation. When he returned to Rahayu's hospital room. I was greeted by Mother who was sitting on the dark gray sofa, crying in a stifled voice.
Next to Rahayu's bed, there was a figure that suddenly irritated me. Tomi, my brother. The first child of our family. A terrible figure who likes to hit Mom and me. The person I hate. But strangely, the person I missed too.
His left face was injured, it seemed like a new wound.
What the hell is he doing here? Is he out of jail? When's?
"You didn't tell me Rahayu was in the hospital? So disgusted to go to the rutan, so can not ngabarin this?" he said in a loud enough voice.
"Sorry!"
"Hey! Where do you get the hospital fees from?"
"Where's the money? Huh! Just make me free, you don't want to! Basic Pe***ur!"
"Writing competition prize!" I walked to the other side of the bed. My body signals me to stay away from that person.
"Here is the money" he asked in a slightly soft tone.
"I used it for the administration fee!"
"Where's your bag?" He walked towards me.
"You what?" I hid the bag behind my body. This guy pulled me. The bag that was clearly not hers. I'm upset.
He started unpacking the bag, spilling it all over the bag onto the bed where Rahayu rested. Rahayu even woke up when a book and a cell phone fell on a blanket that covered her little legs.
I'm getting madder at him. "Search what the hell?"
"White!"
"Oh, are you crazy?"
"I've demolished the house, but there's not a single account book. Well, meet you!" he showed me a green account book and an ATM card. "What password?" continued. I just kept quiet.
"What password?" ask her while clutching my hand.
"Tomie! Don't do this, son. That's money for Rahayu's treatment."
"Reverse the account book. It was empty. You can take the rest of the adminstration payment in my wallet. I'm not lying. There's still 650,000 in there."
"Now!" He threw the account book against the wall. I occasionally look at the door, lest anyone see this embarrassing incident. I hate him!
Tomi's sister is like a possessed man looking at the 50,000 bill in my wallet. It's finished. Now I have to hide this account book so it can't be found by that horrible creature.
"Make Rahayu's medicine! The rest of this for me," he said throwing three pieces of money 50,000 rupiah. Then, touching my head was rough.
"When do you get out of the rutan?" I prevented his move.
"It's none of your business!" His voice is back up.
"It's my business. As long as you're home, as long as you're my business!"
Tomi's sister turned around, she touched her ear several times. It also seemed to roll his eyes, I had to prepare with all the possibilities.
His left hand, quickly headed towards me.
Plaakk!
I'm the one who's closed, feeling nothing. When she opened her eyes, she was standing right in front of me. He repelled Tomi's punch. This cry suddenly broke.
"Mother!" I hugged him from behind.
"You're okay, right?" Mom turned around and hugged me.
"Who told you to stand there, sint*ng!" said Sister Tomi while hitting something hard. Without any guilt, she immediately left me and Mom.
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