BAHU LAWEYAN

Laveda Adna Fika

Again and again, my father slapped me again, this time only because I accidentally spilled his coffee on
the table, I touched my cheek, the heat from my father's slap was no longer on my cheek, more
precisely the pain had moved to my heart. Even though this is not the first time he have slapped me, but
still, the feeling of tightness is even more intense. I wanted to fight him, but I remember he that only my
parents were left, and I didn't want to make things worse. When my father started to get angry and
hurting me, I just only keep quiet and just let it go.

My Aunty said, when my mother was carrying me, a famous shaman in my village predicted that the
baby that my mother was carrying that would bring bad luck to our family, hearing that my father, who
was very superstitious, ordered my mother to abort, but my mother refused. And insisted on giving birth
to the baby.

In the end, my mother managed to keep the baby in her womb until I was born. Mother gave me the
name Banuwati, the name of a brave and great Arjuna's wife. But unfortunately two days after giving
birth to me, my mother died of preeclampsia. Father's hatred for me grew even more intense. According
to my aunt's story, my father tried to get rid of me, but was prevented by other family members. He still
let me live, and entrusted me to my grandparent. Until finally when I was 12 years old, my grandparent
passed away. Since then I started living with him. I thought he would love me and treat me well, but I
was wrong. Almost every day he scolded me and slapped me and even hit me with a broomstick, just
because of trivial problems, like me forgetting to make him a coffee, my cooking that lacked of salts,
even just because I was late coming home from school because I had to take extracurricular activities at
school.

That afternoon, after my father slapped me, I decided to go to sleep. But in fact I couldn't even sleep at
all, I went to the kitchen to drink, but my steps stopped suddenly when my eyes caught a beautiful
woman dressed in a black kebaya looking at me, my body froze, the woman got closer to me, a chill ran
through my body. , I wanted to run away, but somehow my legs felt very heavy. "Nduk, don’t be afraid,
I'm here to give you a gift" said the woman, her hand outstretched my head. I do not know how
suddenly my body felt more relaxed. "Wh ... who are you?" I asked stammering, "as I said earlier, I'm
here to give you a gift, for your patience all this time." "What gift do you mean?" The woman smiled
softly, she gave a keris that she held to me, "This is a nogosro keris, this keris is capable of destroying the
heavenly universe if used by the right person, and you are the one." She said. "Wait but why am I the
one?" I am curious. "Because of your patience, the keris will grant whatever you wish" "Anything?
Really?" "Yes of course whatever you want, but nothing is free in this world nduk, there is a price you
have to pay for your requests" "How much I have to pay?" This is the opportunity I have been waiting
for, I am fed up with all this, I hate my father, so why not use this opportunity to end this. The woman
smiled, "the price is very expensive, nduk, are you sure?" I firmly answered "yes, I'm sure".
The woman's hand touched my chin with a strange smile. She said, "Okay, if that's what you want, now
close your eyes and shout your wish. Instantly I closed my eyes and shouted my wishes as loud as I could
"I WANT FATHER DEAD ... !!". And at that moment a bright, bright light approached me. Just a moment.
Then the light just went out.
"Banu, wake up nnduk wake up ...." Late, I heard my aunty voice calling me, I tried to open my eyes, but
wait why everything seemed pitch black, I tried rubbing my eyes but oh my god, "aunty, why all is being
dark, what's wrong? How come I can't see anything "I started screaming worriedly," Banu you why are
you? Come on, hurry up, your father had an accident but his life can't be helped ”there was a confused
and sad tone in my aunt's voice. Whattt????, father? Really? Its not a dream. Gosh !.
This afternoon, the drizzle wetting the burial ground, I can feel the water droplets falling on me, even
though I can't see it. With my aunty behind me, I left the burial area of my father.
That night was not a dream, there was a price I had to pay for the death of my father that I wanted, a
price that was commensurate and appropriate. Because since that night I lost my sight.
I'm blind.