This house, woven bamboo walls, clay floors and bamboo fences. it is in a very small alley, only motorbikes can pass, and the road in front of my house is clay, if it rains the road in front of my house is muddy.
I'm always sad when it rains in the morning because my house is always flooded, the water is up to my knees, every time it rains me and my two brothers work together to drain the water first then go to school.
We go to school on foot by wrapping our feet in plastic bags so our shoes don't get muddy, we use banana leaves as umbrellas because we don't have umbrellas. My father was very, very poor and had no family, because he was too poor, so he couldn't make birth certificates for me and for my brother, only my first brother had a birth certificate.
The suffering and torment I experienced not only at school, I also experienced at home, my mother, my mother's older sister and my mother's mother, tortured me and treated me like her maid. I was 7 years old at that time, I already had to do all the housework that my mother should have done.
In fact, every day after school I have to sweep, mop and wash dishes in three houses, namely my mother's house, my mother's sister's house and my house, there is never time and opportunity for me to study or do homework.
If I do something wrong at my mother's sister's house and my mother's mother's house, then they do not hesitate to beat me with brooms, dusters, wood or whatever object is near them to beat me, if I cry they will beat me even harder than before.
At my grandmother's house, I had to wrap my grandmother's candied fruit for sale, spent hours doing it and of course I didn't get any money. At my mother's sister's house, after sweeping, I had to pluck her armpit hair or gray hair.
if a guest comes to my mother's mother's house or my mother's sister and asks who is the little girl sweeping? then they say that I am their maid.
Meanwhile in my own house, I have to sweep, mop, wash dishes, wash clothes by hand, we are very poor, can't afford a washing machine, cook rice with a traditional stove, we can't afford a gas stove or rice cooker, cook water, draw water in the well then transferred it to a bath four meters away, for my mother to take a bath, we had neither manual nor electric water pump and water was drawn with a rope not with a pulley. Until my hands bleed from drawing too much water.
Then I had to squeeze and clean all the pimples on my mother's ass and while I was doing that, she purposely farted loudly At a very young age, I already have to do such heavy work that makes my body thinner and less nutritious.
I have never felt the caress of a mother's hand and the love of a mother, all I felt was torture, abuse and cursing from mother every day, she really destroyed my soul and psyche to the lowest point.
when my friend at home came to my house to play with me, my mother got angry and slapped her, so none of my friends wanted to be friends with me and dared to come to my house.
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