Suddenly a Husband
The Abah Power Prison

"Ben," Reni slapped me again.

"Do you think I'm going home?" My toot.

"Why am I?"

"Because you're my friend, Ren. I believe in you."

"Mmmmm, so is it." Reni sumringah's. "If you go home to get married, don't go home to Ben. I don't want to lose you."

"Hahahah, then I go home, because there is no way Abah and Mommy will marry me, impossible. I also want to be scolded."

"Then don't go home either."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to be sad again. It could be my duty to restore your mood that is often destroyed when you go home.".

Reni was right, every time I went home for six years I was a mess. There were only Abah's words that hurt my feelings. Starting from degrading, insulting to unsubstantiated suspicions that make me hurt. But I can't fight because I'm just a kid who can't mess with his parents or I'm going to hell. So was Abah's threat all this time.

"So?" Reni looks at.

"I'm home." I said

"Hmmm, I hope everything is safe." Reni looked worriedly.

Jakarta Depok, the distance is not too far. Every day can also actually go back and forth, but because of an uncomfortable situation finally made me decide to spend. During these six years, since graduating from high school, I can count my fingers how many times I go home. Even extreme, Ramadan and Eid al-Fitr I never came home. The reason, because the house never gives comfort to me.

***

My old bike drove past the South Jakarta road, veering towards Cinere. My motor was running at high speed, however, a few hundred meters away from home, the speed of my motor slowed down. Even slower than pedestrians, making the people behind me clakson many times because it is disturbed by the way I drive. But I don't give a shit. In front of the alley, I stopped, just sitting quietly on the bike.

Thiins. The motor behind honked quite loudly, followed by giggling laughter because I was shocked. When I turned my head, it was Ami, my youngest brother. I just got back from the minimarket in front.

"Your isss is yes, why is it so ngagetin. So nosy. What if your brother is a hanger? Don't you have a brother anymore?" I said.

"Iiihhh Abang said what the hell. Amit-amit. O Allah, do not take Ben first, prolong his age, O Allah. Bang Ben is not happy. Later if you die quickly even become a ghost hauntings." cetus Ami.

"Ehhh haphazardly!" i glare.

"Lagian Abang did it there. Not coming home soon. I've been waiting for you."

"Mmmm, um,"

"Change? Not at home, not at the cottage."

"Oh," I'm a little relieved. Then forward the Motor to the house, the atmosphere is quiet. As soon as the motor engine dies, mother out.

"Have you arrived?" Ask mother, welcoming my arrival, while thrusting her hand.

"So hanging out in front, Bun." Ami's story, who just walked into the porch of the house.

I reluctantly replied, entering while carrying a bag containing only one sheet of clothing. Just a few steps away, I stopped hearing the sound of a child crying. Alif, nephew.

"Ben, Alif just as much as sleeping in your room, it's been a month. You sleep in the front room " said Mother.

I did not answer, immediately turning towards the front guest room. When I close the door, mom comes in so I don't close it.

"How are you, Ben?" Mother sits on the side of the bed. Maybe this is a strange question, because we live in a city that is only two hours away when riding a vehicle. Especially in an era of all sophisticated like this, do not be patient with each other, even though they both have devices.

"As you can see." I said

"How's college?"

"Still."

"Care fees safe? You still work at ... where is it?"

"Cafe chocolate,"

"Yes that. Mother wants to play there. Wanna see you work. Seriously, right? Mommy also wants to see your boarding house, Ben. Comfortable huh? Also your college. What semester are you in now, Ben? Twelve, huh? Is it still safe, you're not in DO, are you?"

My question sounded strange in my ear. Common for mothers and children mostly. Just as usual if the question mother asked the deceased bang Sigit or Ami. But not to me. Even when I got dengue fever, in critical condition five years ago they didn't care. No one comes, nor-boro accompanies, nor swipes.

I have a family but like a kara. Since graduating high school, my existence seemed to be excluded from the family. I want to go to college or not, nobody asks or offers fees. I fought alone. That's why I go through all of this. Going home feels foreign.

"Ben, why not answer?" Mother looked at.

"What do you want to answer?" I asked back.

"When did you graduate?"

"Either. What's the matter, Bun?" my many. Tired of these rigid pretense. If we used to be warm, maybe I wouldn't be like this, already closing myself with family. But before, every time I went home, no one would say hello. At home like nothing. At most only Ami asked me to talk. It was also stealthy, if caught Abah would usually stay away from me.

"Are you still angry at Mother and Abah?" mother asked.

"I should be, Abah and Mommy why? Is it my fault for being treated like this? If I am wrong, what a fatal it is to be considered non-existent. My whereabouts you really don't care. Then now, what's up, Bun? Don't confuse me. I'm used to being ignored. Why are they treated otherwise now. What was? I was really confused too scared. Afraid that I might suddenly have to get even more unpleasant treatment." the question that had been bothering me was finally thrown out as well.

Mother crying. I'm getting confused. Afraid that suddenly Abah came and misunderstood me and hated me even more.

"Bun, don't cry. Justsaytheword. I'm used to all things bitter. So don't give the wind in the middle of the Sahara's arid." I said.

"Ben, mom, I'm sorry. Mother has always been quieting you also not at the wishes of the mother. If you know, Mother is also tormented, it feels wrong. Mother wants to hug you but can't. Mother's really missing, Ben."

"I don't understand."

"Ben .. Her name is wife, what her husband says. That is how your mother should obey your Abah. All this time you know, right, mother never had the power to just refute it. All must follow, for the peace of our family."

"Mother calm off responsibility for the mother's child? Mother calm do not know where I am, do I eat, do I live well? Mommy can calm down with my broken heart? So Bun?" I looked at the Mother who was still down. Ahhh God, forgive me for having to speak this loud.