WORRIED

DRAMA (polygamy?)

I opened my eyes after last night. I was crying too much. I opened my room to look around the house, it turns out mamah has not woke up . I went to Mamah's room, tried to knock on Mamah's door .

tock.tok.

" mah awakung mah had dawn" but there was no answer. I tried to open the door to Mamah's room. Mom is not in her room

" where did mama go" my inner

I set foot into the bathroom, took the ablution water, because today it's quiet time after the exam so I don't have to bother going to school. I want to laze around at home before the afternoon leaves for work .

After the prayer I opened the main door of the house, as usual every morning I stretch on my legs and hands. Doing a little sport. When I finished I went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate milk. I sat at the table not far from the kitchen. On the table is a small note.

megan, mamah went to the market because your father was coming home this afternoon.

It turned out that early in the morning, Mama had gone to the market. I took the note and threw it away. Every father comes home shopping early in the morning. My father rarely comes home, he only comes home once every 2 weeks and only a few days stay in this house. Like him he was more comfortable living in his second wife's house. Wife 3 and 4 have been divorced for a long time, so he only visited this house and my stepmother's house.Because there is closer to the business that my father runs. I'm grateful, because when there's a father I don't even feel happy. I don't know. But that's how I feel right now.

I never felt the warmth of a father's affection, my father was a great businessman, he retired early from the army because he wanted to focus on his business. And somehow dad could retire early . Now much of his effort was taken over by my half-brother from my father's second wife. Dad's old, that's why he gave up some of his little companies

Father included people to have enough, but somehow I was so troubled in terms of material things. For school fees alone me and mamah have to slam bones. Sometimes I envy seeing Sindi, her father is so considerate. Never mind the school business, the affairs of love syndied his father always interfere.

While my father was inversely proportional, he never asked me when I came home, he never even paid attention to me like a father to his son. I don't feel my tears falling.

In my heart I love my father, but because my father's very indifferent attitude makes me hate him very much. Mamah has always advised me to make peace with the circumstances that have been my destiny, but I cannot.

Polygamy from my point of view is suffering, the injustice of a father sharing his love for his son. Polygamy is not forbidden by my religion, but sometimes people are misguided about the laws of polygamy. They use religion for their pleasure and lust. They do not know what impact polygamy can have . Like how I feel right now.

Polygamous justice is not just for a wife, but for the children that result from that wife. Yet our rosules exemplify how polygamy is just in our religion. But belief is wrongly interpreted by pleasure. They can do polygamy without heeding its justice. Am I happy to have a polygamous father? the answer is no, because until now I have not been able to feel the warmth and attention of a father.

And mamah is an angelic heart, a woman whose heart and love are divided. Love is not a donation and alms that everyone can receive. But mamah strong woman she gave up her love for some other woman . Mamah knows what kind of reply she will get when she wants to be in polygamy. The heaven God promised. May Mamah be able to get his paradise later on for his ordeal so far. That's my point of view, how polygamy breaks a child's heart like mine.

" megan" mamah yelled at me from the outside. I approached the mama who was already on the porch of the house.

" so much money" I brought some of the good groceries to the kitchen. Mom followed me from behind.

" yusuf's brother wants to go home with his wife's son so he wants to cook and make some snacks" mamah took out the ingredients in his grocery bag. I helped get it in the fridge.

"what do you want to do, I help you, I happen to have school holidays" I brought cake making equipment, from the start of wet cakes and pastries.

" mama wants to make a favorite snack of your ponakan. "mamah starts the cooking action . I helped some of the things I could. Mamah's cooking is delicious

mamah jago makes traditional snacks, or market snacks. No wonder if you can work in catering aunt nur. The taste of mamah in cooking need not be doubted its delicacy.

" are you working today, son?" tanya opened the conversation

" iyah mah, enter shift 2, brother about nyampe what time mah?" much

"the nginep mah branch?" ask again.

" he said he wanted to stay for a few days, brother wanted to buy some sewing machines to increase his convection business" replied Mamah

" wahh, great brother well mah, only a few years of his business developed rapidly".

" your brother is good at doing business only naturally he can achieve it, let alone he is a hard worker" mama put some cake dough that he made into the baking sheet.

After many hours in the kitchen we finally finished. The time showed at 10 am. mamah selonjoran in the tv room, but I saw mamah sleeping fast. Maybe mamah kecapean. Last night I went home late and had to wake up early. I went into my room, put my body in my bed. I am also sleepy because I did not sleep well last night. When I was about to close my eyes, my hape rang .

crazy Fans calling

"what the hell is raka" my inner

"assalamualaikum" I answered Raka's phone.

" greetings waalaikum, megan what are you again?" ask him base

" i sleepy to sleep "I answered

" it's still early in the morning" asked Raka

"don't you talk, what's calling me?" ask me rude

" very bad neng, ntar afternoon off to work I picked up yah? we go together" he asked.

"don't want to" I answered flatly.

" why ?" tannya

" i don't want to take nicotine, I can take an angkot "I replied

" no real nicotine" he said softly

"i don't want to" I tried to refuse Raka's invitation

" yes if you don't want to, see you later" he said

"yes" I answered simply

"yes, congratulations bobo megan, assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam" I hung up. I closed my eyes which were already very sleepy