Do'(s)a Ibu

Chapter 2: Her tears (mother) are hell for me

My life always goes by, even I grew up to be a street kid who never liked a house to come home to. I always played and played, came home only when my mother picked me up with a long stick for me. Or so with my brother, who always sent a long stick pointed at my body so I could go home.

One day until I did something that I even knew what it would end up like. "You thief!", so cursed the merchant who I took the snacks, I always and always took the opportunity to take the snacks in the merchant's stall. When I'm inside or while I'm wearing it, I always steal time so I can take whatever I can take and eat later.

Not without reason, maybe it's proof of my struggle that I've been holding back for a long time. Even after that incident I always received inappropriate treatment from other people, especially from my own family.

"I didn't steal anything from you, I bought it and I gave you the money that you put in the barrel," I said which was actually a lie to cover up the wrong I had done in this mother's shop. Actually I didn't have the heart either, but everything just happened. Especially now that the mother has passed away. May God always bestow his guidance on him, because maybe I can only pray like this as a form of my apologies first for making the trade not even profitable because I always take it.

After a while, my parents finally heard about my bad deeds. And what happened?

"Braaggghhhh!!!", that's the sound of my body that just landed from above. Again and again my father lifted my body because of his disappointment in me for taking what was not mine. With my innocence I just cried and asked for mercy on me, I asked for help but what dad did was pick me back up and drop him again on the floor, about 3 times I felt the ground and floated above my father's hands.

"What are you doing?!", broke my mother who instantly silenced the atmosphere. My mother came home from work, and as usual came home at sunset with my sister who helped her at the market. Because indeed they were in one direction, and at that time the only vehicle they owned was a motorbike, even though the distance between their house and the market was quite far, that was the main reason why brother always waited until mother came home.

I, who was crying, suddenly just kept quiet with a very chaotic mind. “What if mom gets mad at me like dad scolds me? What if I get thrown again?” , I said which was not even heard by anyone but myself.

“The child you gave birth to that you raised became a thief! Now grow up to be a thief!", angry father to mother who also showed his index finger right in the mother's face too with a very sharp gaze. Without replying anything or you could say when mom hasn't said anything, her body spontaneously approaches me, puts her hand on my cheek and it's very hard. “Plakkkkk!!!!!”

With that which immediately made my body fall crazily, I felt a pain that could no longer even be defined how and how much it hurt at that time. I forced to carve a smile through my tears, even myself couldn't do anything because in this condition I was the main cause of the problem. And I admit that what I did was also not the right thing, on the contrary.

"What do you say?! I work all day and you? Hey look at yourself, a head of a family who doesn't even have a sense of responsibility to his family at all, I work and you only drink alcohol every day. Where are your responsibilities as a father and as a husband?!”, Nerocos my mother very annoyed and angry. I know and I feel very and very guilty, with the condition of my mother who is really tired from coming home from work, plus my problem is also the problem with my father.

“Adduuhh sakkiiittt!!!!”, shouted my mother after a few seconds of silence. And when I turned around I saw that my father had grabbed my mother's hair and pulled it badly. Spontaneously I got up from my seat, roughly wiping the tears that were still streaming down my cheeks.

"Don't hurt my mother! Just hurt me! Everything is my fault, not mother's fault!”, I threatened my father and I forced my father's hand to hold my mother's hair tightly. Even without further ado I immediately hit my father's face which made him fall to the ground. Until I was unconscious, my body was lifted and thrown again to the ground. Not only that, even my body was covered in bruises from the heavy blow that dad hit back because I fought him. I don't care about it at all, what is in my mind is mother and mother.

I forgot my pain, I looked at my mother who was crying holding her head after dad went out and brought the cutlery which was then slammed down by him.

"Mom, let's get up," I said by lifting my mother's body and carrying her to the room. "Mother is here first, I'll get you a drink," I said very stammered because of my fear and pain because of the act I made myself. 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. 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.