Hugging The Wounds

"Mom!" shouted a girl from inside her room in a very shrill voice that made all the employees of the house leave their respective places and immediately went to the room of the young lady.

   "Yes, Miss, what's wrong?" asked a maid who looked to be in her late thirties while keeping her head down. Only she dared to ask even though there were more than five maids before the young lady.

   "I called mama, how come you guys showed up? You feel like you're my mama, don't you?" His sarcastic question was able to make anyone who heard it shudder in horror. Between being afraid and thinking of himself as annoying.

   The maid who had asked before took a step back along with the others.

   "Sorry, Miss Iyya, the madam is in the backyard with the master," he replied after his position was level with the others. His head still didn't dare to lift when he talked to his boss's family.

   "Tch! You're old and you're still dating. His son's calling from earlier was also not heard," he said annoyed. He stomped his foot past them all. He continued walking angrily towards where his parents were.

   The maids who were always alert for the young lady returned to their positions to work. In addition to cleaning the house, the seven young female maids are also in charge of serving the young lady as the child of the owner of this house. Be friends with stories, prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner, water for bathing, and school supplies. Yes, babysitters.

   "Don't you guys realize that you're not young anymore? Keep dating," he chuckled, already speaking from the exit, making a pair of humans who were chatting and enjoying their mornings turn around while chuckling funny.

    Iyya, approached the two and sat on one of his father's thighs, chewing on the apple he had just picked up on the table. She was spoiled for her first love.

   "What, Yya? Why is it so noisy?"

   "What, Yya? Why is it so noisy?" Iyya mocked following her mother's way of speaking.

   His parents laughed. Moreover, Santoso was very satisfied while hugging his son with one hand.

   "Didn't you hear that I called Mommy? I called Mommy, who showed up instead of the maids. It's annoying to know," he said, starting to nag.

   "Ah, how come you called Mommy? How come we didn't hear, Daddy?" Kalina asked with a face that looked like it was just pretending to make Iyya even more annoyed.

   "Mom!" She said annoyed.

    Kalina laughed because she managed to upset her daughter. Making Iyya upset is happiness for all of them.

   "What do you want to call your Mommy? Isn't everything all right?"

   "You know, there are many servants you can ask for help. Why do you still need Mommy?"

   "Mommy, why is it so annoying? I'm Mommy's child, not their child."

   "You're a big girl, Iyya, you're twenty years old. Are you still spoiled like you just entered high school? Still sitting on your papa's lap again," Kalina sarcastically made Iyya get up from his seat.

   "Mom, today Mommy is annoying. We are enemies anyway."

   "Eits… Daddy is also annoying because Mommy is on the side. We are also enemies now," said Iyya preventing Santoso who was just about to speak.

   Then he turned back and immediately left the house leaving his parents still laughing because of their daughter's adorable behavior.

   ***

   "Mom, Abi, let's go!"

    Abi's hand was hanging down to shake the back of his mother's hand, but he just ignored it.

     Iris could not bear to think that Abi was never next to her even in her life.

   Abi pulled back his hand again and gave a bitter smile on his lips. Already accustomed.

   "I'd go, Mom!" he said goodbye and then left the house.

   They did have breakfast with the same menu, sitting at the same dining table. However, Iris never once greeted Abi when she met him. Never say hello or talk to each other, just never smile. Abi has never felt the sweetness of his mother's smile since childhood. He was always given his mother's sour face every day. However, Abi always tries to remain a good boy and wants to make his mother and father proud even though they are no longer complete.

    Abi slams his back on his favorite chair because Mahesa, his father likes this car. Whatever Mahesa likes, Abi will like too.

   Abi wants to follow in his father's footsteps in defending the country, but he can't. He lacked too much so he chose to enter into literature. He wants to be a useful and honest news writer. It was a replacement for his failure to enter the TNI.

   Abi massaged his sore temple, last night he was shivering badly, but no one cared. And this morning he had to return to his activities for fear that Iris would be angry if she saw Abi just sitting at home alone.

   He started his car leaving the yard to his beloved campus.

   ***

    "Good morning, Abby!"

    Just arrived at the campus, the loud greeting from the girl with brown hair had entered his ears. He was not alone, but with two friends.

    Abi rolled her eyes lazily. He continued walking into the university building. In front of the lobby, there was already a man in a white shirt and undershirt waiting for him.

    Thinking that the woman was no longer following him, it was just a bad thought to not think about anymore. Because, in fact, they still follow faithfully.

    "Abi looks more handsome this morning," said the same woman who greeted him earlier.

    Deliberately ignored. Abi continued walking, thinking that the woman was the same as the others, who liked him.

    "Have you had breakfast?"

   Got no answer. The woman named Abiya did not give up easily. He walked a little faster to get to Abidzar's side. Leaving his two best friends behind.

    "He said there was a new menu in the cafeteria. Let's go there!"

    "You don't," said Abi with a flat expression and tone.

    "Ish, it's not like—"

    "Hey, how are you?"

    Iyya's words immediately stopped when Abi's friend greeted Abidzar. They shook hands like a man based on their very long friendship.

    Iyya's intention to accompany him was immediately thwarted when the two friends pulled him away.

    "That's enough for today. We have morning class," said the woman with wavy hair who grabbed Iyya's right hand, Janeva Torricelli.

    "We're in the same class as Abi," said Iyya, not accepting it because they just took him away.

    "But our brains aren't the same as hers," replied another with one ponytail named Alula Franda.

    Iyya stopped struggling. Alula's answer is true, their brains are different. But, why bring up all the brains?

     "Hey, stop!" Iyya was finally able to stop their footsteps. His two friends looked at him in confusion.

    "What now?" both asked in unison.

    "Why do you have to carry your brain with you? Love doesn't know anything, let alone brain, language, culture, and race can't be a barrier to the feeling called love," Iyya said dramatically, making Alula and Janeva sigh lazily.

    "I'm not discussing your feelings, Yya," said Alula slowly. Explaining to Abiya does require a lot of patience and maturity.

    "We have unfinished business!" snapped Alula and Janeva in unison again.