1. MY BIRTHDAY

MY ORIGIN

Part 1 (Past Stories)

My birthday

 

My name is Sintia, I was born in Bandung on 23 September 1985, in a village midwife, my mother's friend. I was born to a mother named Eni Suryani and a father named Wito. For them birth is a gift, but for me it was the beginning of my departure, yes I will be adopted. The brother of my biological father has no children and really wants to have children in his household.

 

It started when my biological mother, who was pregnant with me for three months, was confused about the fact that she would have another child, while she already had four small children. Finally, they intend to help their older siblings to have children, heirs and friends when they grow old.

 

"Wito, where is En, still in the office?"

"Yes, Sofia, Wito is back at the office, maybe it's just for a while, right? Just wait Saturday."

"Yes, we are relaxed, we usually want to take a break first, then we will go to Bandung to look for t-shirts ordered for convection."

"Yes En, just relax, don't bother."

Yes, let's relax with Aa first, while drinking tea and cake as you can. "

“En, what are you doing with young pineapples?

"This is A Jun, Eni was late in the process. Yesterday Eni went to the midwife and was tested again, apparently pregnant again."

"Continue"

"At first, I wanted to try Eni, use young pineapple or herbal remedy while still a few days late."

“Ouch En, what are you doing, what are you not afraid of bleeding? Wito already know? "

"Yes, what about Teh, Aa, Eni is confused. Four children are still small, Tino is still not able to walk, he is only six months old. Wito already knows but what's wrong with trying to drop it. "

"Save the pineapple in the kitchen. En you know Sofia and I don't have children, instead of you having a miscarriage, how about the baby for us, we'll take it and make it a biological child?" Let us take care of it. "

“Yes, I really want En's child, what about Sofia? You agree?"

"Yes, if You and Eni have agreed and discussed, it's okay, I'll just follow the decision."

"Yes, have you rested first, I'm not drinking this herbal and pineapple for a while, let's wait for Wito to come home first, we'll talk again later."

It was then, my mother gave birth to me. My Mom Sofia and Daddy Juniar I was endlessly happy, this is the time they hoped and dreamed of, picking me up when I was born in Bandung, yes a small, innocent baby who was later named Sintia.

 

"Via how are you healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah To, Fia is healthy news."

"His child was born, yesterday Friday 23rd, just right at the call to prayer Friday Prayers."

"Alhamdulillah, we heard from You earlier when we arrived."

Where's Sintia? Take."

"Sintia will be taken, O Allah, how about this? I already really love Sintia. "

Eni complained in her heart.

 

"O Allah, if I cancel the love of this baby, what about my promise? Poor Sofia and Jun for expecting it. "

 

That's how my mom told me.

 

"Sofia, this is Sintia, take a look, beautiful, tiny, white and cute, right?"

"We temporarily gave the name Sintia at birth, Sintia Nur Wijaya according to our surname. If you want the fox, it's okay. Come on Jun! We go to the civil registry office, while it hasn't closed yet, we will take care of Sintia's birth certificates. "

 

When I was picked up, my mother's soul was shaken, she saw a little princess, cute and beautiful. "What about my promise O Allah." My mother screamed to herself. If I don't give this baby, how will my brother and sister feel. With tears in her eyes, my mother gave me to my new mother, released the baby in her hand, in her eyes the baby left the yard. Finally I went to take an inter-city bus with my new Dad and Mom, it wasn't a short trip for us, the distance from Bandung to Lampung was almost 24 hours by road.

Immediately, my mother burst into tears in my father's arms, her little baby left for the happiness of her beloved brother. My mother embraced my baby's clothes that still left the smell of my wet skin, my mother hugged my baby pillow that fell behind. Sintia, my mother screamed, the more sad accompanied by the cold and lonely night. Likewise with my four brothers who did not know what happened to their baby sister. They are looking for me, mother where is Sintia? where is your younger brother?

And the days changed, the months changed, they got used to living without me. My Mom and Dad are back with their routine of office and catering business. I spent the day with my other four brothers in Bandung, in my hometown where I left it since I was 7 days old.

 

However, almost every month I return to Bandung to my grandmother's house, we come not only on vacation, but also my Mom and Dad shop for convection needs, such as clothes, collars, threads, sewing machine tools and all other necessities. I often meet my Mom and Dad, but I call them Uncle and Aunt. This is how I heard the story about me being a child, which was explained by my mother when I was an adult.

 

Exactly one week I was born, according to my parents' promise, my mother and adopted father picked me up to Bandung. Yes Daddy Juniar and Mom Sofia, they really love me and give me a beautiful name "Sintia Budiyanti", we started living in Lampung, we are from a well off family. But how was their daily life before I joined him? Surely they are just friends quietly.

 

It has been four years since my father and mother have been married, since 1982, but they have not been blessed with the son or daughter they dreamed of so far. My mother and my father were former athletes, their educational background was SMOA Bandung or equivalent to a vocational school for sports, my father had a hobby of hurdling and became a PON 8 athlete, while my mother had a hobby of women's soccer. Yes, in the 1980s this sport was once well known in several cities in Indonesia. My mom's soccer club is named Priangan. So that is what became the forerunner to the name of my mother's convection business until now, with reasons to keep it remembered.

Yes, they got married at a fairly mature age, my papa was 31 years old and my mother was 30 years old at that time. Maybe that's one of the reasons my Mom and Dad weren't blessed with offspring.

 

My grandmother and grandfather, both from the mother's side, or from the father's side, worked as Abri's retirees. Before Indonesia's independence, Cimahi became a military base, yes, of course, our grandparents and great-grandparents were all obliged to fight for independence. Almost all of my grandfather, brother, cousin worked as an Abri. Yes, they have a tough character, are firm, orderly, keep their customs, religions, manners and manners. Everything for them is number one and must be applied in life. Which indirectly all of that was followed by his children and grandchildren, including me.

 

My grandfather had a hobby of telling stories, he liked to tell me stories of wars and national struggles, especially in the Bandung and West Java areas, almost every day while sitting on my grandfather's lap, I listened to all of his stories, I was under five years old, for me all my grandfather's stories cool, to the point that I fell asleep tired of hearing it. Almost all the stories about the establishment of the Siliwangi Cimahi Bandung battalion, his grandfather was a firm man and he had a rattan broom that was usually smacked against his grandson, who was not obnoxious and wayward.

 

Meanwhile, many of my grandmothers are good at Dutch and Japanese. Every day they are taught a song for me who speaks Dutch or Japanese, but now I have forgotten the stanzas and tones. Funny, happy and amused I see it. Grandma often sang in the kitchen, cooking our dinner.

Maybe this story will always be remembered in the future. What is certain is that we rarely meet in the millennium like now. It was very exciting when we were little, grandma and grandpa often lived temporarily in Lampung with us, so the house didn't feel empty and lonely when mom and dad went to the office.

THE STORY NOW

Go, get out of here ...

I pulled them away from in front of my house, yes my uncle and aunt. Those who always bully me, those who have always disturbed the peace of my life during the decades since I was a child.

Sometimes I think, I'm sick of all this. With everything that has happened.

It is not my wish to be taken to be the biological child of your brother. It doesn't want me to be born in this world either.

As if now no one understands but my husband, children, friends and my core family. Yes, my family is really my flesh and blood.

As for them, all my other brothers and sisters need me just to pursue inheritance. The real inheritance is mine from the late Mom and Daddy. And a will to always be guarded by me for my children when they grow up.

My life now is not as good and easy as you can see now, my life is now full of struggles and twists. Which may never be finished I tell even if I write it into a story.

I was born pure white first, I was embraced and wanted lovingly by them. Who is dumped by circumstances and trials. For the sake of staying strong and surviving for 35 years, looking for escape from friends and girlfriends in order to forget the family fray about my identity. You ruined my life, ruined my mental, ruined my future. For the treasures that you are after if my mother and father die.

Or you men who I choose to fill my heart, as friends and as the support of my life, it's so evil that you play with my innocence, break sweet promises, deny the love we have so far. For the sake of your satisfaction that you might regret later.

Should I finish it and live the life you want in a despair and destruction. No I will fight and I will write my life story as a lesson and as a slap to my extended family later. This is me that you often humiliate, this is me that you used to isolate, this is me that you used to waste! I still stand strong and smile happily.

This life full of steep and twists, which made me fall and cry for many times with her destiny, now makes me strong to stand even without my mom and dad by my side. And I'm not only proving to you guys who mean to me, but everyone can watch it and tell stories.

The me who is good will not always be good, the innocent me will be smart and shrewd by itself, where life is not as good as I imagined. So do I! maybe not what you think. What you plant in me is what you will reap later! Sintia now, not the old Sintia.