Not the First

Not the First
Mother's Anger


Angkot who brought Rey stopped when he was on the side of the road, in front of Rey's house. The girl immediately went down and ran a little towards her house. The house looks so quiet, but the front door is left wide open.


"It's cold" Rey's body suddenly shivered. Naturally, his body had been flooded with rain water long enough.


Shadowed by Rey, take a warm bath so that her body temperature is neutral again. His stomach was also hungry, the last time he only ate breakfast and drank milk before going to school.


"What mom cooked?" ask Rey in my heart. Shown by him a glass of warm tea and a plate of rice will solve his stomach problems.


The number of Rey crumpled up instantly when the mother emerged from the living room and shouted as loud as possible.


"Why are you late" mom's crush once she finds Rey coming and wagging her hair on the porch.


"Rain, Mom. No one walks in front of the school. I have to go to the intersection first and wait for some time to pass"


she said with a voice so soft. Explain to his mother.


"What time is it? Not that the bell came home before it rained" protested the mother.


"Before it rains you can ride your friend's bike. There's always a reason these days" he added.


"It's Thursday, Mom. As scheduled, there's a math PM in my class. After all, Rina had gone home first because our PM schedule was different" Rey explained defensively.


"Ah done. There's-there's a reason for you. Hurry up you grab loundry in the big mess. Since morning the new occupant has been calling, have us pick up his dirty clothes," the mother ordered.


"He's a new customer, don't be disappointed with our service," ordered the mother again as she died Rey who was still standing at the door. On the porch of his house.


Rey was no longer able to speak. He looked only at his mother's back, which was then lost behind the wall between the living room and the kitchen.


"Why should you wait for me to come home to pick up the laundry? At home there are Nay and Doni!" rey in his heart.


His body was still struggling to hold the cold while his stomach was getting wrapped around because of hunger but his mother had told him to penetrate the rain again.


"I should have understood my situation. I'm in XII class, I'm gonna be testing soon. Every Monday through Thursday there are extra lessons after school. Why is mom still forcing me to help with laundry and other housework" Rey regretted because of her mother's attitude that was not on her side.


Not that Doni can already be asked please to pick up the laundry for a while or Kak Nay can also help him finish the homework.


Every time I go home from school I am always busy with picking up and delivering laundry, not to mention washing the dishes that are stacked . Clean the house from front to back following the yard as well.


If it wasn't the way it is now, I wouldn't be fighting this. I'm happy to help with my work at home. But this time it was different. The national exam is in sight. Rey took a deep breath. He's not thinking.


"Like no one else in this house!"


"Why do you treat yourself like this?" rey asked that question in his heart


I myself cannot protest over the treatment of my mother. Mother always had a reason if I objected to the tasks that were always assigned to me.


"Your brother is also tired of washing and waiting for our laundry business. If he is tired, the pain will recur. What pain, he?"


"What is trance also part of the disease?"


Mother was too much on Nay's sister. A lack of confidence and unwillingness to try is considered something that needs to be protected. In the end, Kak Nay becomes a figure who always depends on others, can not be independent.


"Doni is still a child if you have to tell him to take the customer's laundry to pick up, "the mother's reason for defending her sister.


Doni is 13 years old. First grade Junior High School everything is still served by parents. Not taught responsibility and helping parents.


Rey only smiled wryly if mother had issued her ultimate moves one by one.


The three of us were born from the same womb, from the same father's seed. Why does this difference seem so real.


"What about me?" screeched Rey


Mom forgot. Or he just doesn't want to remember. Rey since childhood has been charged with many jobs.


Since the age of six, he has been asked to clean dishes in the morning and evening, sweeping and mopping the floor. Before leaving school he had to make a house in a neat condition.


Not to mention if the mother is lazy to leave the house, she also has to go to the stall, go back and forth to the market, or other work. Rey is more like a lackey in that house than any other brother.


When he refused, the mother's hand lightly landed on his cheek and did not even hesitate to throw whatever object he held when wrath on him.


Not only that, the mother's babbling can continue several episodes of minor mistakes made by her second child.


"Why don't mothers be fair to their children?"


Nay is done with school. Other than washing there was no job that mother charged him with. It also doesn't put out a lot of power, the washing machine that helps it work. Mom ironed her clothes. While I pick up and deliver the customer's laundry. In addition, it is also still added homework, helping mothers.


Rey immediately grabbed the helmet on top of the shoe rack and turned on the motor. He left the house with a fairly fast vehicle.


He left the mother with all the hyacinth that was on her chest. He returned to the rain by riding his motorbike. Stay with her school uniform that is still wet and dirty exposed to splashing water puddle. Except for his backpack that he had thrown just like that on the living room sofa.


He drove slowly as he passed on the highway towards the big mess. Penetrating heavy rain, lightning and lightning are unpretentious and the weather looks so dark.


Big Mess is where the immigrant employees who work in mining companies live. It is only about 2 kilos away from the house. Since the mess stood it has indeed become a field for the Rey family to seek sustenance from the laundry business.


 


***Figure Mother Illustration***