My Rough Uncle
Uncle Calling Me ??
Tonight is the ninth night that Alma died. Aisyah Anashyabella Gurmantio my mother and Alma. Uzaima Grace Khaliq my grandmother
In the big house of Gurmantio residence is still busy with nine-night studies that are still ongoing, not least with me who also contributed to help in work, including, even though my heart is still in a mourning mood I try to show myself strongly in public, that's because I like to remember the words of my mother during life
"It's a pity you've become a grown woman well son, remember the adult world is very much different from the world of children, in your current life you will begin to encounter problems in your life path there is something that feels ordinary, just plain, some are heavy enough there is also that feels very heavy even until you yourself feel unable to pass it. But believe me dear God never sleeps, when He gives us trials there He also already knows our abilities, so if Dita is given a trial by God tomorrow-Tomorrow Dita should not immediately complain let alone drag on in sadness is not good, it is not good, Dita must always be optimistic through it all and when Dita has been able to pass it means it's God's way to lift Dita's degree"
While sitting in the house, my mother gave me a gift with a sweet smile that gently adorned her beautiful face
Those memories were precious to me considering how I had joked with the two of them, when helping mom cook and when helping mom cook and when accompanying grandma take an afternoon walk to see her planting flowers, a little gives me the strength to get through all my current grief
"Dittaaaa" my daydream was instantly split when I heard the voice of my uncle screaming for me
"Ditaaaaaaaa" cried the uncle again even louder
"My "uncle" who was still struggling with the laundry of the used glass from the tahlilan immediately rushed to wash his hands which then ran to find the origin of the sound
"Hahh hahh hahhh" I arrived in front of my uncle with a little ngosan and it turned out that Arya's uncle was in front of the entrance of my bedroom
"Take all your stuff out of this room right now" hearing uncle's orders instantly made my body stiffen suddenly
Did uncle want to throw me out if Uncle Arya really became that loot to me muttered me inwardly
"Paa.man.n a.paa mak..sudd pam..man" finally there is a sound that can come out of my mouth even while stammering.
"You are indeed a bod*h woman" uncle rudely pulled my hand into the room immediately releasing my body from the floor
I grimaced because I felt my wrists and knees hurt a little
"I don't want to know when I get back here all your stuff is no longer in this room" the uncle said with great emphasis
When my uncle came out, who was still lying on the floor, could only cry out for a sigh of lamenting my fate, which might soon be a tramp who had no place to shelter
"God, why are the trials that you give really very heavy, O Allah, only yesterday I lost the figure of mother and grandmother, I have also been more ill facing the attitude of uncle Arya who turned evil towards me and now hikss hikss I must be expelled from this house hiksss hiksss" I lamented
I still cried for a long time, this time I could not control the tears that kept coming out of my eyes, I really want to stop crying and start packing my things afraid that uncle will come back
But what I am is just an ordinary woman who may take longer this time to release all the pain in the heart
Suddenly
"Krekkkkk.." the sound of the door slowly opening
