I was born in a very remote mountain village. Demihari day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil and backs merekamenghadap langit.Aku to have a sister, three years younger than me.
Once, to buy a handkerchief in which all the girls around me seemed to take him, I stole fifty cents from laciayahku. Dad immediately aware of it. He made my sister and me to kneel in front of a wall, with a bamboo stick in hand .:
"Who stole the money?" He asked.
I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father heard punmengaku, so he said:
"Well, then, you two should be beaten!".
He lifted the bamboo stick high. Suddenly, adikkumencengkeram hand and said:
"Dad, I did it!".
Long stick it hit the back of my brother barrage. Begitumarahnya father that he kept on whipping until he kehabisannafas. Afterward, he sat down on the bed of bricks we danmemarahi ,:
"You have learned to steal from home, what disgrace you which shall be done in the future? ... You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief!".
That night, mother and I hugged my sister in our arms. Penuhdengan body injury, but he did not shed a tear drop. In pertengahanmalam it, I suddenly started wailing. My sister menutupmulutku with little hand and said:
"Sister, do not cry anymore. Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having come forward keberanianuntuk. Many years have passed, but the incident masihkelihatan like yesterday. I will never forget the look adikkuketika he was protecting me. At that time, my brother was 8 years old. I 11.Ketika-old sister in his last year in junior high school, he gained admittance keSMA in the district center. At the same time, I was accepted into university to pilot provinces. That night, father squatted on the lawn, tobacco smoking cigarettes, wrappers for the sake of wrap. I mendengarnyamemberengut: "Both our children have good results ... results begitubaik ..."
Mother wiped off her tears and sighed. Saying:
"What's the point? How can we possibly finance both of them?".
At that time, my brother walked up to my father and said:
"Dad, I do not want to go to school anymore, it has been quite read many books."
Father swung his arm and hit my brother in the face and said:
"Why do you have a soul that is so damn weak ?. jikaberarti Even I have to beg in the streets, I will send you berduasampai finished!".
And then, he knocked every house in the village to meminjamuang. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to advance my brother yangmembengkak, and said:
"A boy to continue his study; otherwise he tidakakan never leave this poverty.".
I, on the contrary, has decided not to further keuniversitas. Who would have thought the next morning, before dawn, adikkumeninggalkan home with some ragged clothes and a little kacangyang dried. He slipped into the side of my bed and meninggalkansecarik paper pillow:
"Sister, getting into college is not easy. I'm going to go find a job danmengirimu money.".
I held the note on my bed, and cried with tears streaming down until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years.I 20. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and yangadikku money earned from carrying cement in construction sites, I finally got to the third year (at the university). One day, akusedang studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me:
"There was an inhabitant of the village waiting for you out there!".
Why is there an inhabitant of the village looking for me? I walked out, danmelihat my brother from afar, his body covered in cement danpasir dirty. I ask,:
"Why did not you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"
He replied with a smile, "Look at my appearance. What would merekapikir if they know I am your brother? Do not they akanmenertawakanmu?"
I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I wiped the dust-debudari my brother, and choked on my words:
"I do not care what people say! You are my brother no matter what! Kamuadalah my brother no matter how you look. ..".
From his pocket, he took out a hairpin-shaped butterfly. Iamemakaikannya me, and went on to explain:
"I saw all the city girl to wear them. So I think you also harusmemiliki one."
I could not hold back any longer. Dalampelukanku I pulled my brother and cried and cried. That year, he was 20. I'm 23.
The first time I brought my boyfriend to the house, shattered windows telahdiganti, and look clean everywhere. After my boyfriend left, akumenari like the little girl in front of my mother. "Mom, you do not need menghabiskanbegitu much time to clean up our house!" But he said, sambiltersenyum:
"It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Tidakkahkamu see the wounds on his hands? He was injured when installing window jendelabaru it ..".
I went into the small room my sister. Seeing his thin face, seratusjarum was stabbed. I put some ointment on his wound danmebalut lukanya.aku asked:
"Does it hurt?".
"No, it does not hurt. You know, when I was working on the construction site, stones falling on my feet all the time. In fact it tidakmenghentikanku work and ..." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped.
I turned my back, and tears streamed down kewajahku. That year, my brother was 23. I was 26.
When I got married, I lived in the city. Akumengundang many times my husband and my parents to come and live with us, but them do not want. They say, once they left the village, they shall not know what to do. My brother does not agree as well, saying:
"Sister, keep-in-law wrote. I will keep mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of the factory. We wanted my brother mendapatkanpekerjaan as manager in the maintenance department. But adikkumenolak the offer. He insisted on starting work as pekerjareparasi.
One day, my brother was on a ladder repairing a cable, when he got an electric shock and was hospitalized. My husband and I went to visit him. Seeing a white cast on his leg, I grumbled:
"Why do you refuse to become a manager? Manager will not harusmelakukan something dangerous like this. Look at you now, yangbegitu serious injuries. Why did not you listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision. :
"Think of brother-in-law ... he just became a director, and I almost tidakberpendidikan. If I became the manager, news like that which will be delivered?"
My husband's eyes filled with tears, and then exit my words yangsepatah-word:
"But lack of education was because of me!"
"Why talk about the past?" My sister took my hand. That year, he was 26 and I 29.
My sister then aged 30 when he married a farm girl daridusun it. In the wedding ceremony, master of ceremonies bertanyakepadanya:
"Who do you most respect and love?".
Without thinking, he replied:
"My older brother."
He went on to recount a story that even tidakdapat remember:
"When I went to elementary school, he was in a different village. Setiaphari my brother and I walked for two hours to go to school danpulang home. One day, I lost one of glove tanganku.Kakakku gives one of his. He only uses one A danberjalan far. When we got home, her hand gemetarankarena weather was so cold that he could not hold sumpitnya.Sejak that day, I vowed, as long as I am alive, I will menjagakakakku and good to him. "
Applause filled up the room. All the guests turned perhatiannyakepadaku.
The words are so hard to come out of my lips finally came out as well:
"In my life, the person I'm most grateful for is my brother."
And the happiest occasions of this, in front of a crowd perayaanini, tears rolling down on my face like a river.
Once, to buy a handkerchief in which all the girls around me seemed to take him, I stole fifty cents from laciayahku. Dad immediately aware of it. He made my sister and me to kneel in front of a wall, with a bamboo stick in hand .:
"Who stole the money?" He asked.
I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father heard punmengaku, so he said:
"Well, then, you two should be beaten!".
He lifted the bamboo stick high. Suddenly, adikkumencengkeram hand and said:
"Dad, I did it!".
Long stick it hit the back of my brother barrage. Begitumarahnya father that he kept on whipping until he kehabisannafas. Afterward, he sat down on the bed of bricks we danmemarahi ,:
"You have learned to steal from home, what disgrace you which shall be done in the future? ... You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief!".
That night, mother and I hugged my sister in our arms. Penuhdengan body injury, but he did not shed a tear drop. In pertengahanmalam it, I suddenly started wailing. My sister menutupmulutku with little hand and said:
"Sister, do not cry anymore. Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having come forward keberanianuntuk. Many years have passed, but the incident masihkelihatan like yesterday. I will never forget the look adikkuketika he was protecting me. At that time, my brother was 8 years old. I 11.Ketika-old sister in his last year in junior high school, he gained admittance keSMA in the district center. At the same time, I was accepted into university to pilot provinces. That night, father squatted on the lawn, tobacco smoking cigarettes, wrappers for the sake of wrap. I mendengarnyamemberengut: "Both our children have good results ... results begitubaik ..."
Mother wiped off her tears and sighed. Saying:
"What's the point? How can we possibly finance both of them?".
At that time, my brother walked up to my father and said:
"Dad, I do not want to go to school anymore, it has been quite read many books."
Father swung his arm and hit my brother in the face and said:
"Why do you have a soul that is so damn weak ?. jikaberarti Even I have to beg in the streets, I will send you berduasampai finished!".
And then, he knocked every house in the village to meminjamuang. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to advance my brother yangmembengkak, and said:
"A boy to continue his study; otherwise he tidakakan never leave this poverty.".
I, on the contrary, has decided not to further keuniversitas. Who would have thought the next morning, before dawn, adikkumeninggalkan home with some ragged clothes and a little kacangyang dried. He slipped into the side of my bed and meninggalkansecarik paper pillow:
"Sister, getting into college is not easy. I'm going to go find a job danmengirimu money.".
I held the note on my bed, and cried with tears streaming down until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years.I 20. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and yangadikku money earned from carrying cement in construction sites, I finally got to the third year (at the university). One day, akusedang studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me:
"There was an inhabitant of the village waiting for you out there!".
Why is there an inhabitant of the village looking for me? I walked out, danmelihat my brother from afar, his body covered in cement danpasir dirty. I ask,:
"Why did not you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"
He replied with a smile, "Look at my appearance. What would merekapikir if they know I am your brother? Do not they akanmenertawakanmu?"
I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I wiped the dust-debudari my brother, and choked on my words:
"I do not care what people say! You are my brother no matter what! Kamuadalah my brother no matter how you look. ..".
From his pocket, he took out a hairpin-shaped butterfly. Iamemakaikannya me, and went on to explain:
"I saw all the city girl to wear them. So I think you also harusmemiliki one."
I could not hold back any longer. Dalampelukanku I pulled my brother and cried and cried. That year, he was 20. I'm 23.
The first time I brought my boyfriend to the house, shattered windows telahdiganti, and look clean everywhere. After my boyfriend left, akumenari like the little girl in front of my mother. "Mom, you do not need menghabiskanbegitu much time to clean up our house!" But he said, sambiltersenyum:
"It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Tidakkahkamu see the wounds on his hands? He was injured when installing window jendelabaru it ..".
I went into the small room my sister. Seeing his thin face, seratusjarum was stabbed. I put some ointment on his wound danmebalut lukanya.aku asked:
"Does it hurt?".
"No, it does not hurt. You know, when I was working on the construction site, stones falling on my feet all the time. In fact it tidakmenghentikanku work and ..." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped.
I turned my back, and tears streamed down kewajahku. That year, my brother was 23. I was 26.
When I got married, I lived in the city. Akumengundang many times my husband and my parents to come and live with us, but them do not want. They say, once they left the village, they shall not know what to do. My brother does not agree as well, saying:
"Sister, keep-in-law wrote. I will keep mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of the factory. We wanted my brother mendapatkanpekerjaan as manager in the maintenance department. But adikkumenolak the offer. He insisted on starting work as pekerjareparasi.
One day, my brother was on a ladder repairing a cable, when he got an electric shock and was hospitalized. My husband and I went to visit him. Seeing a white cast on his leg, I grumbled:
"Why do you refuse to become a manager? Manager will not harusmelakukan something dangerous like this. Look at you now, yangbegitu serious injuries. Why did not you listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision. :
"Think of brother-in-law ... he just became a director, and I almost tidakberpendidikan. If I became the manager, news like that which will be delivered?"
My husband's eyes filled with tears, and then exit my words yangsepatah-word:
"But lack of education was because of me!"
"Why talk about the past?" My sister took my hand. That year, he was 26 and I 29.
My sister then aged 30 when he married a farm girl daridusun it. In the wedding ceremony, master of ceremonies bertanyakepadanya:
"Who do you most respect and love?".
Without thinking, he replied:
"My older brother."
He went on to recount a story that even tidakdapat remember:
"When I went to elementary school, he was in a different village. Setiaphari my brother and I walked for two hours to go to school danpulang home. One day, I lost one of glove tanganku.Kakakku gives one of his. He only uses one A danberjalan far. When we got home, her hand gemetarankarena weather was so cold that he could not hold sumpitnya.Sejak that day, I vowed, as long as I am alive, I will menjagakakakku and good to him. "
Applause filled up the room. All the guests turned perhatiannyakepadaku.
The words are so hard to come out of my lips finally came out as well:
"In my life, the person I'm most grateful for is my brother."
And the happiest occasions of this, in front of a crowd perayaanini, tears rolling down on my face like a river.
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