
“Well it's night now, go to bed, tomorrow you want to go to school right?”
“Iya Nek,” replied Lastri while leaving the dining table.
After Lastri enters her room, Tini tries to talk to her husband about what happened that day.
“Everything failed Bu.”
“What's up Sir?”
“They all don't let us in.”
“They are who the hell?”
“Who else, if not his children non Roro.”
“They were really outrageous huh Sir, how could they treat an orphan like that.”
“Let the karma of God punish them later Bu.”
“So you two didn't see Maryati?”
“We saw it from afar Mom, Maryati looks so dirty and dirty, exactly like a vagrant child.”
“Oh pity you son, why is your Aunt so cruel.”
“Try Mom to look inside, is Lastri sleeping?”
“Good Sir, let me see first.”
While walking slowly, Tini also approached Lastri's room, looking as if the girl was sitting in front of his bedroom window while staring at the moon above.
“Where, has he slept?”
“Not Pak.”
“What's he doing, Bu?”
“It looks like it's looking at the moon.”
“Ooo, so.”
That night was very bright, so that the moon was so round that it was clearly visible from the surface of the earth, Lastri continued to look at him with a sad feeling.
Just like Lastri, Burhan was also sitting in the porch of his house while staring at the beautiful moon at that time, accompanied by a glass of warm coffee and a plate of wet bread, Burhan continued to look up at the sky.
“You're looking at what the hell Sir?” tanya Tini wants to know.
“I remember what happened this afternoon, Mom. What Lastri is feeling right now is the same as how I feel.
Why yes, Roro with his children is so cruel and evil?”
“Come sir, good times God has cursed their family.”
“Badahat her husband is a Ustadz you know.”
“Mest her husband be an Ustadz, but Roro herself never respected him it was the same, sir.”
“In addition, the property he currently has, all that is also the right Lastri and Maryati, the time is controlled all, without leaving a little for Lastri.”
“Already Sir, let her alone bear her karma,” Tini said as she passed away from her husband.
While passing by Tini tried to spread the curtain cloth of his daughter's room. Lastri was asleep at the time.
While taking a deep breath, Tini also pulled her daughter's blanket up, Tini was so concerned to see the fate of the poor Lastri.
“Patiently yes nduk, someday, God will definitely reply everything.”
That night everything seemed to fall into a deep sleep, the sound of night crickets interspersed by the whirling wind, making the night feel so cold.
In a narrow room twice two meters in size, located right in the corner of the kitchen at the very end, Maryati seemed to be sleeping uneasily. Her tears kept flowing, Maryati would not stop crying.
His strong cries made the whole house wake up, they came to Maryati's room located in the corner of the kitchen and kicked her firmly.
“Heh, do you not see that it is still night huh..! quickly go to sleep, otherwise Auntie will hit your leg until it breaks!”
“Mother, Bi. Mother..! where's Ms Bi?”
“Your mother is dead, fed earthworms!”
“I want to be with Ms. Bi.”
“Heh..! didn't you hear that your mother is dead and eating earthworms.”
Must Roro talk like that, Maryati instead of silence, she even more crying hysterically, Roro who could not bear to hear the sound of crying came to Maryati and pinch the thigh of the child until bruised.
Because of the pain, Maryati finally stopped crying. After Roro and her children left, Maryati was sitting leaning against the wall of her room made of woven bamboo.
As long as the girl's body was filled with scarring, the stuffy and fishy smell had already become her kiss at all times. Roro and his ten children must have slept in a soft mattress and had a very spacious room, but not with Maryati.
Maryati only got a little place in the luxurious house, she only slept with a mat that was weathered and worn out. It is also located in a narrow and dark corner of the kitchen.
Roro has really gone too far, he and his ten children are so heartless to torture Maryati who is none other than her own nephew, an orphan.
Seeing the pigtail all over Maryati's body, Roro instead of cleaning the wound, he was even more disgusted to see it. The festering wound, the more the day widened and rounded, it made Maryati continue to cry withstanding the pain.
“Mother, why don't we just take Maryati to the hospital, who knows in the hospital she gets good care.”
“Stupid basis! you don't think that hospital costs anything?”
“I said like that, let all the scabs on Maryati's body be healed, Mom. If the disease is cured, he will be able to sleep well every day and not disturb us again.”
“Shut! you have no right to arrange Mom in this house, can you all just eat thankfully, want to go to the hospital anyway, did your father die, did he leave a treasure? No right?”
“Serah Mom!”
“For all of you to know yes, this treasure all belongs to Mom, not one cent of your Father's treasure, as long as Mom marries him, he just hitchhikes life with Mom!”
“So I told you, it's up to Mom! then why do I keep saying Dad's problem, Dad's already dead Mom, I don't need to bring it up again.”
“Bad you Jono! argue over what you said. Do you want to be a bad boy hah!”
Seeing his mother angry, all the other Roro children can only be silent, they all know, if Roro is angry, surely his business will be long everywhere.
To that end, everything seemed silent, Roro's children seemed to be very understanding of their mother's nature.
The morning after the rooster crowed, Roro must have awakened Maryati, to help her cook in the kitchen, a routine task that the little girl always does is to pump water, to fill the bathtub, to fill the bathtub, which will be used by his ten children.
If Maryati wakes up late or is not well, Roro must be angry and drag Maryati out of her room.
“Quick there, get some water, your brother wants to take a shower!”
“I'm sick Bi.”
“Sick, what pain? that must be your reason,”, Roro said as he reached for the little girl's ear.
“True Bi, I am currently sick.”
“Lying! Aunty does not care yes, now quickly get up and take water.”
“Good Bi,” answered Maryati slowly.
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