The Black Valley Becomes the Empress
A Sequel to the Past of Mother and Father Quarrels
"Why do you always make me miserable sir? Not satisfied that you made me suffer all this time? I'm tired of being your wife" Mother's voice rang out loud in my ear. I woke up to my mother's screams. "Prang" An object fell to the floor. My body is shaking violently. My heart beats faster than usual. I sat curled up on the bed. Mother's crying made me even more afraid.
"Teh there's an antu agi yah?" silvana also woke up from her sleep. Silvana. "Ena tatut tea" he continued. I pulled Silvana's body closer and closer into my arms. His age of not even 3 years makes it easy to lie to him.
It wasn't just this once that my parents fought. Been many times. And every time she woke up from her sleep when my parents were fighting, I would tell her "Stt don't be noisy. There's a ghost outside. Ena sleeps again, later if you wake up the ghost goes into the room" that's how I said. I don't know if my words are right or wrong. I'm just an 8-year-old boy who was forced to be more mature than his real age.
"What did you say? I don't care if the kids hear our fight. You are wrong. If you want me to stop yelling, real work. Find a lot of money. I don't want to live poor anymore" Mother's screams grew louder. It was as if he wanted to wake us up on purpose.
"You're ashamed that the children knew, if the father was of no use at all. Tau like this I just throw away my contents" continued the mother again. I shivered more and more in fear, even though I didn't know what you were talking about. I never heard my father's voice when my parents were fighting. Only mother's voice continued to roar.
"What patience? Patience said. I'm impatient, huh?" mother's voice is getting louder. The cries and sounds of falling objects were mutual.
"A little while this child was born. What do you want to feed me?"
"It's good I don't cheat anymore" cried mom again.
"You are a useless man" cried the mother again. Mother's voice is in my house. I don't know how much stuff you broke in this fight. I hate my mother more. I don't understand what Mom's talking about. Or about what. All I know, since you no longer work in the factory, one by one the items in the house again disappear from their place. From the start of the TV, refrigerator, as well as other furniture.
Silvana started whining more and more in fear. The more I put his body in my arms.
"Stt don't be noisy. Later the ghost goes into the room" I said to silvana. I smothered her little mouth with my hand.
"But ena atut eteh. cerem in uway. ena want musty tea" said silvana while crying restrained.
"Ena can't cry. Will be willing to have a baby. Later want to ask what maen what dede baby" I try to rus to persuade silvana not to cry.
"his daughter is tea? Didah dayah dayah cemua. ihhh" said ena again.
"Aaaahhh" his eyes turned to hear my words. "Ihhh atut. Cian musty tea. gih bobo gitu. bite antu ihhh apak cian. Atit oruh atuh" he said again.
"That's why bobo"
"mom jah ya tea that bites antu must not" said silvana again. Silvana went up to my lap. I clenched her body tightly. I don't know what kind of mother God sent me to be my mother. Even children as small as silvana have begun to show their dislike of their own mother. It's not our fault as her son hates our own mother, but it's my mother's fault that she never cared for us.
Many people say, if a mother will not love her child. They can talk that way because they don't know my mom. Animals love their children, but my mother only thinks of her own world. I was busy with my own world. Although she's among us now, but it feels like I don't have a mother. The person in this house who said she was our mother, never really a mother.
"Sleep. Tomorrow to his musty. Outside there are still ghosts" I said trying to calm silvana down. Silvana. I lay him on the bed. I also lay beside Silvana. Silvana won't get out of my arms. I can catch the fear that is drawn from silvana's face. Body shakes. It's a pity to see silvana, even though I'm also very scared. Just as scared as silvana.
I tried to close my eyes, although the sound of broken glass and the sound of mother's screams still sounded so clear. I don't understand anything yet. And why do both my parents have a new hobby since silvana was born. All I know is that my pocket money is now dwindling. Also the mother who has not cooked fried chicken anymore. Even cook rice sometimes once every 2 days. What happened to my family I don't know.
Sayup I heard the sound of muezzin from the speaker of the mosque. Mother's voice was no longer heard. I don't know what time mom and dad stopped fighting. I don't know for sure. I slowly tried to get up from my bed, about to see the state of my living room. I saw that the father was crouching to pick up the broken oiring and glass scattered on the floor.
"So, you're not sleeping?" I squat beside my father. I'm picking up broken plates.
"Just waking up" I saw a stroke of sadness and disappointment there. I know you lied. "So the father woke up, the dish was broken. Mr. kira maling. Eh don't know the cat who is looking for food" continued the father again. Aki was silent without any intention of protesting. I let you make free. Whatever you say, I will try to believe. Even if only pretending.
"Let's just go right. You just sleep" I said to my father, who I know has started to limp because of sleepiness.
"And dad just woke up. Sleep again?" answer father. "Now it's time to hit the market. There must be many who need help father" continued the father again. I just fell silent without saying anything more.
Father every day, after the dawn of the Adhan go to the market. Looking for people who need your help to bring their groceries in return for nothing. While in the afternoon I worked as a village hansip, with an indeterminate salary. Waiting for someone who generously gives rezeky to the father. The burden of the father's dependents is quite a lot, making him have to slam bones to finance all family needs. Moreover, another 2 months a child who certainly needs food will be born again into the world. Add another 1 stomach that must be filled. A child who depends on his father.
