Am I adopted? Are you really my mother!

A few years ago - Flashback

"VITAAAAA....!!

"ARVITA!! WAKE UP!!"

Rohimah shouted while carrying a dipper filled with water. She lightly splashed her daughter, who was still fast asleep on her bed.

Arvita or you can call Vita. She immediately woke up and was surprised, her eyes blinked automatically.

Her body immediately ordered her brain to sit up straight. Immediately she screamed hysterically when she saw her mother had turned her back and looked at her in annoyance.

"Gosh... Mom?! Why are you so noisy? This is Sunday. It's my day off! I don't need to go to school on Sunday! And... Why do you wash me with water?! Oh my...!"

"Why don't you just give me a bath?!"

Arvita protested in annoyance and started to wipe the remaining water on her face. Her shoulder-length hair became limp and wet.

"How can I have a daughter like you! Why do you always wake up late! You should be ashamed of the sun!" Rohimah replied louder than before, pointing at her daughter with a bright orange dipper.

"Why should I be ashamed of the Sun?" asked Arvita confused.

"I don't care if this is Sunday, huh! Or I don't care if this is Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday... or whatever! You can't wake up late, Vita!" said Rohimah annoyed and began to pinch her daughter's ears.

"So that you know, Vita! When I was so young. When the rooster hadn't crowed and the sun has not been seen. Even I was awake and well-groomed. My smell is good... Not like you, Vita! ... that's disgusting! Look at you now!" Rohimah twisted her finger on her daughter's ear.

"Ouch...! Mom..! It hurts...! Fine... alright! I'm sorry. But can you let go of your hand!" Vita said and still trying to free her mother's hand from her reddened ear.

Arvita's face began to grimace, indicating that her mother was not compassionate.

"Hurry up! Take a shower! Help me to prepare some delicious dishes. Today, our family is coming. Your uncle, your aunt, your cousin. They will come at lunchtime. Makeup neatly, wear the right clothes!" Rohimah had released her hand from Arvita's ear.

The sixteen-year-old girl still kept her mouth open. While still scratching her head which was starting to itch.

"Yeah, mom. It's just a family gathering! Why I must look so neat!! How to wear the right clothes? So far, I've also been wearing the right clothes," Vita protested while rubbing her ears.

"Anyway, what kind of water do you use for watering me? My head is itching!" Vita said and started scratching her head.

"Hmm... Hehehe! It's delicious to flush with the water you used to wash the dishes earlier!" Rohimah replied, with a wide grin.

Arvita just stared in disbelief and looked annoyed at her mother.

"Mom!!! Are you really my mother! How can you be so mean to me? Am I adopted?! How can you have the heart to give water from washing dishes? Why you don't just throw me into the river, huh!" Arvita shouted, and Rohimah gave a dipper hit to Arvita's back in annoyance.

Rohimah, her mother who looks from the outside as a graceful person, can be a super cruel mother to her only daughter.

Arvita was forced to obey her mother's orders and had gone to the bathroom to clean herself.

Meanwhile, Rohimah was back busy organizing all the preparations, assisted by several housemaids who were working at the time.

A fat man, with a thick mustache, was sitting relaxing on the front porch, a cup of coffee accompanying his leisure time. Don't forget a cigarette that also accompanies him along with his favorite subscribed newspaper.

Ahmad Rojali or Rojali, or Jali by his short name. The man of almost half a century seemed accustomed to and not surprised, by the fuss caused by his wife and his daughter.

It has become a habit of his wife, almost every day screaming in the morning atmosphere of his home.

"ROJALI!" Rohimah shouted and was very upset with her husband. Even Rojali who heard his wife calling deliberately didn't see his wife's face. Rojali turned the sheet of the newspaper, still looking busy with reading activities.

"Mmm..??" Rojali replied.

Because he already knows what his wife will talk about. Rohimah who was already annoyed sat with a loud "bug" on the rattan chair next to her husband who immediately turned around in surprise.

"My dear husband! Look at our daughter. Every day her behavior makes me so dizzy! I don't want to see you teach Vita martial arts anymore!" Say Rohimah out loud.

"Did you hear me, Jali?!

"What's wrong with you? What if Pita keeps learning silat? That girl must be able to take care of herself. You saw the news on TV, who was raped, who was kidnapped, not yet who was tortured." Rojali said and already folded the newspaper, put the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, and started sipping his coffee slowly.

"Oh... God! Vita, not PITA! Use V, not P!" Rohimah corrected the pronunciation of her daughter's name and Rojali just snorted in annoyance.

"Ahhh... it's the same!" Rojali took another sip of his coffee.

"Can you see it! Vita is becoming more and more like a boy day by day. Look at her clothes! She only has men's clothes! Just buy a skirt, she's never worn it! Her behavior is tomboyish too! Vita has become a boy!" Rohimah began to dramatize, and the story became more hysterical.

"Our daughter always fighting! Almost, every month her teacher called, and I must go to school just to get information that she was causing trouble at school! You never want to know something like this!!"

"Last week! She was acting up again! How could she ever fight with her male friend? Luckily, his face didn't need surgery! Jali, come on! Vita is in the second grade of high school. She should focus more on studying than fighting!" Rohimah started to shed tears.

Rojali sighed as If his wife has started to cry. He didn't want to argue too much either. Rojali gently patted his wife's back, hoping Rohimah would calm down.

"Yeah... yes, I know. I'll tell her later, so she doesn't have to fight anymore. Don't cry anymore, Rohimah. It's not nice to see the neighbors. They will think weird about our family!" Rojali said as he took a deep breath.