WOUNDS IN HAPPINESS
Gibran's Sadness

" Gibran bastard. Gibran's an illegitimate son.."

" Don't be friends with gibran. He's a bastard."

" His mother was just a p*lacur."

" Huu, gibran has no father."

" Gibran's a bastard."

" I'M NOT A BASTARD."

Gibran was upset, and immediately punched a child.

" Agh, huhu.. I'll throw it at my mom. Huhuhuhoo..."

The boy who was hit by a gibran, immediately cried, and ran home. The other children were terrified to see the gibran. They eventually disbanded. And go home to each other.

" Gibran.., have you gone home, son?" My greeting.

" It's mom.."

Gibran put the basket he used to bring to sell.

I approached a gibran that looked lethargic.

" Hey boy, why is his face buckled so. So ugly dong." My joke, holding both cheeks.

" Mommy, is gibran really an illegitimate child?, does gibran have no father?"

Deg !!

Gibran asked this again. Almost every day, he asks me this. What should I say, son. I know out there, they're all making fun of you. But whatever my power is, telling you is also free. Your father won't go back to Mom again.

" Lad..."

Brakes

Brakes

Brakes

" Ayuna came out of you.."

Brakes

Brakes

Brakes

" Yes, come out you ayuna."

" Sailor.."

I haven't had a chance to talk to gibran, the door of my house is knocked on people. Like his gibran hit his friend again. This is the third time in a week, my house has many guests.

Not for a visit. But to judge me and my son.

Chequek..

" hey, ayu. You can't properly educate a child, can you?"

" yes. Gibran has often hit his temen. He should have no friends."

" Ayuna, you don't have any morals?"

" Yes obviously not. la wong he alone was uneducated, and had no morals. Look, she's even pregnant without getting married."

" bla blah blah blah..."

Gibran hugged me tight. He seemed to channel strength for me to defend myself.

" Mom, I reiterate once again. I am pregnant with my husband. And we divorced before we knew I was pregnant."

" Any reason."

" Yes, definitely an excuse."

I went inside and took the divorce certificate.

" Look. Can you see. This is my divorce certificate."

" Halah, at best it's just her wits."

" If it is true. You must be divorced because you like to play games. Aye right?"

" Mom, I'm not that low." My sergeant.

" Had. Ngaku. Proof of that, your son's a delinquent. Likes to hit his friends."

" It's because they always make fun of gibran."

" Pronounce what?"

" Gibran at the scrapped bastard's son."

" Lo, that's a bastard. Pregnant and giving birth without a husband. What dong if not a bastard."

I can't keep tears. I cried while defending myself. Until a savior came.

" Mom mom, already. Don't play bully." Said sinta ma'am.

" Mom Sinta don't be fooled by starting plain ayuna. Be careful, can the mother's husband be embat."

" Of course, get out there. Disband."

" Hoo.. Basic p*lacur."

" Ayuna, are you okay?" Ask sinta.

" Yes ma'am, I'm fine. Thanks for helping."

" Same same. What's up again?"

" As usual ma'am, gibran in the bully. And he's just defending himself."

Ms. Sinta looked at the gibran pity, then stretched out into her two hands.

" Here baby, hug grandma."

Gibran immediately ran to hug Sinta.

Ms. Sinta is the one person who has been kind to me, in this village. He's the one who let me rent the house, paying the rent I can. Sometimes, ma'am would refuse if I would pay my rent. Who had been waiting for six months.

" Thank you mom, you helped us again."

" Yes, same thing. Don't hesitate, if you need anything just come to the house." Saying sinta mom friendly.

" Good mom. Gibran, let's go in, son." My speech.

Gibran approached me.

" No, I have business. I'm saying yes.."

" Yes ma'am.."

As I left, I took the gibran in.

..

Night time ..

As usual I had dinner with fried rice and an omelet.

" Mom, gibran is eager to eat pizza, and a burger. Like other friends. When can you ma'am, we eat pizza and burgers. Keep us netting our way to the mall. Gibran was eager to know what the mall was like."

" Yes dear. I promise you, I'll take a gibran to eat pizza and go to the mall."

" Really?" Gibran with sparkling eyes.

" Yes dear. But gibran had to be patient, waiting for mom to have enough money, to bring the gibran to the mall."

" Good mom."

" Smart kid. Now, let's eat."

" As always, mom's fried rice is the best." Gibran.

Tok

Tok

Tok

" Yuna.."

" Sailor..."

" Mom, like it's the sound of mother's love." Gibran.

" Yes, what's the matter with him the night he comes home." I said as I put down the dishes I was about to wash.

Gibran shook his head in ignorance, then continued his dinner.

" Let's wait here, I'll see."

" Yes mom."

Tok

Tok

Tok

" Sailor..."

" Yes, a minute."

I immediately ran to get there and opened the door.

" Sailor.."

" Mrs Sinta. Let's go in, ma'am.."

After we came in and sat down.

" What's the matter, ma'am, nighttime tumben?" Ask me.

" gini's. Mom wanted to order a tart cake. But the store is on holiday for the next week. Though his plan tomorrow mother will make a surprise party for the galang. Granddaughter."

" Lo, is the galang here?"

" Tomorrow lukman will bring his visiting mother. And tomorrow is his birthday. I thought I was gonna make a little party. Because I can't order cake. What if yuna makes the cake?"

" Yuna?" I pointed at myself.

" yes. Yuna's cake is good."

" Ah, mother is too much. Yuna cake is just plain mom, when compared to the cake at the store."

" It's already been. The yuna cake is delicious. So, luna wants to help mom."

" But ma'am, yuna doesn't have a nice oven and mixer. Yuna mixers are just cheap."

" Later I will bring here the goods and materials needed. Yuna wants to help me, right?"

" What if it turns out yuna's cake doesn't taste good."

" Good must be delicious. I'll help yuna. How's it?"

" All right, ma'am."

" good. Then mom comes home first. Take the materials and goods needed."

Sinta then pamit. Thirty minutes later, Sinta came back with her husband.

I who was waiting, immediately helped bring the goods and materials to be used.

" Let it be there, ma'am." I said to sinta.

" Where's the oven?" Ask mr. ali. Sinta's mother's husband.

" There, sir."

" Mommy, I'm going home, there's a little business. I'll call you later, if it's done." Said mr. ali to ma'am sinta.

" Yes, there you go."

After Pak ali's car disappeared from view. I shut the door, and locked it.

" Eh uh, isn't that Mr. ali's car, mommy's husband?"

" Ayeah right. Mr. Ali just got out of the ayuna house."

" It turns out ayuna is indeed a pel*cur."

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