Chapter 1 ; Me, and my family's suffering
I am Kayla, a village girl who bears the name of a child in a family, a family that looks very beautiful on the outside, or even vice versa. I'm only 12 years old, it's the right age for me to be able to interpret all the life that is in front of my eyes, after asking for so long. “What crashing sound? What are they talking about?”, now everything was warm in the memory of the head, it was the sound of furniture being thrown so cruelly, and that voice was the voice when my two angels fought over the truth.
Previously I could only read my mother's eyes which were always full of tears, although I didn't quite understand what it really was. I can only give a hug that can be said to be a little warm for him, maybe and hopefully it will be one way for him to relieve his pain a little. Long ago, maybe when I was 6 years old, I often saw this pair of angels making a fuss, I don't know what the problem was. But I always saw my mother's body covered in bruises, even when my reasoning was below average. This self once fell down in pain because it tried to break up the fierce fight that was going on at that time, a slap, even my tiny body at that time was successfully lifted and thrown to the ground.
Can you imagine? Even my bones are not as strong as adults, fortunately the floor of the house at that time was still dirt, and fortunately there was nothing under my body. Even though after that I felt very severe pain, my body felt crushed after one of my angels lifted me and threw my body roughly to the floor.
"Are you okay?", asked my mother who immediately bent down and touched my body, very innocently I just nodded and shed tears.
Did the fight end after that incident? Apparently not, after my mother bent down and asked me how I was, suddenly she immediately got up and slapped my father roughly in the face.
"Stupid!!! It's your child and you just threw it to the ground. If anything happens, you are the first person I will blame!”, snapped my mother after slapping my father's cheek as well by giving him a hateful look.
I who was still sitting at that time tried to get up, but my body was too weak for this. My bones may be too young and I don't know what is happening to my bones right now, I hope nothing bad happens or I will feel more guilty about this later.
“Plakkk!!!! Women have no manners!!”, the voice suddenly made me gape, inadvertently tears trickled down my cheeks. My mother, the woman who gave birth to me in great pain, even now doesn't get her rights as a wife at all, the violence and yelling she always gets
My body fell in front of me, with sobs and hands that pressed against my cheeks from the pain of a slap. I really can't see it, immediately I crawled and drew myself closer to him, "It's already mom, already", I said in a groaning tone because I was afraid of the situation at that time, also because my body was forced to move even though I felt unbearable pain. Not long after my body merged with my mother's body, for the umpteenth time I wept bitterly in my mother's arms.
"Bruggghhhhhhh!!", the voice accidentally messed up my hug with mother, my eyes immediately fell on father's body which was already prone on the floor, I didn't understand what was happening at that time, I only saw my older brother standing behind him just as dad stood up, with a broom in his hand.
Maybe my father was beaten by my brother for daring to hurt my mother and even me. After my father's body fell to the floor my body was immediately raised by my brother with both hands, also the help of my mother who has now given me a smile. Even though I know that what mom gives is not a smile that comes from the heart but only a smile decorated with fake words.
"Does it hurt? Don't be like that again, sorry for your small body. Your future is still very long, "said my sister who also applied body warming cream right on my back. It hurt a lot when my body was in direct contact with my brother's body at that time, I wanted to cry but I had to endure it for the peace of my brother and mother's heart at that time. I don't want to see their worries all over me. I will endure this little pain, in order to stay happy what I give to them and nothing else.
I've grown up since childhood from a world that can be said to be a little harsh, not a little but hard. I grew up with nutrition that was considered unhealthy since I was a child, my breakfast was the daily chatter that my mother gave, also harsh words when my mother and father were fighting.
"It's okay, sis, it's enough that I feel a little better, later it will heal by itself", I said to my sister to stop applying the warm cream to my body. Not better, but the touch made me ache, this shattered body needed a little rest.
Not waiting long, my brother's hand immediately finished leaving my body, he got out of my bed and told me to sleep rest. I immediately threw my body on the bed with my back. "Ouch!", my voice was immediately loud because of the pain I was carrying at that time. I turned my body like a hot toast, on my stomach and found it much more comfortable than before.
Even though life is like this, I can only accept it and continue to pray that everything will change according to God's calculations and according to my ideals. Even though in reaching it I always had a lot of trouble. But I always believe that there is no test that always exceeds human ability
