That happened, in the terrible years. The year 2021, the same month three days before the 3rd anniversary of my grandfather's death. what happened again, the same case, the death for the same reason and the way they treated their husbands.
I don't know where to start, they are good people and I like them more than I like my dad. I even once thought why my beloved uncle didn't marry my mother, it was my stupidity, they were brothers, that's an obvious reason. When I was young, he was close to me, playing and joking like a father. But when he got married, there were no more jokes and fun games, we rarely even saw each other and were no longer close. He returned to his village, lived with his new family, and was far from his biological family. But, three years after his son was born, he came back with his wife and child and he wasn't someone I knew.
We've lived side by side for years, but there's only one day a year to meet and chat, and that's if he and his family come over on New Year's Eve. He's a nice guy, I swear, he's the kindest and humorous person I've ever known. My mother also said that of the three siblings she had, Sandi Priyadi was the one she loved the most until death came to pick her up. He's a good person because he doesn't use his mouth to curse others, he doesn't say the trouble he feels, and the bad behavior he receives from his wife. but, I can see all that. He doesn't have a job, but that doesn't mean he's lazy, he only has 5 minutes of sleep each day, he's a hard worker and I admit it. He takes care of all the housework and outside work, but why doesn't he have money in his wallet?
In my third year of high school, I realized I had to get closer because we were still my mother's family. we are a big family. Whenever his wife wasn't around, I could see his old self, the way he joked and the way he smiled, but stupidly I didn't see it clearly. Years go by, in every birthday celebration that my mother celebrates, I always see her eating voraciously and I'm happy for the little things, but then again, I don't realize it. He is always the second priority in his family, he eats leftover food from his wife and children, he does the washing of his family's clothes, and he earns a living as other fathers do, but he is someone who is very poor, even to buy ice for one rupiah he can't able. He never complains, that's the difference between him and my grandfather, but we know he's suffering a lot and we can't do anything because there's no talk.
In 2021, we didn't talk at all, even during the new year he didn't come to the new year's celebration, we met at the Eid celebration at my grandmother's house. We had long conversations when his wife and son left, we joked and laughed, but when his wife and son came back, he didn't talk to me anymore. even when I asked him to joke.
After the first vaccine, he was sick and couldn't get up, but not because he was vaccinated. it was because of the pain he couldn't take anymore, he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to open his eyes, and refused to eat. two weeks when he was sick, he vomited blood, and his body was getting thinner. So I suggested to Mum and Dad to talk about his wife's treatment, we managed to get him to talk again, he wanted to open his eyes, and joke with his son, but his wife once again forced her will and disappointed him, and made him shut up again and close his eyes.
I'm angry, I'm annoyed, but what can I do? I'm just someone they consider a child, a child who doesn't have the right to speak, but I'm more mature than them, my thoughts are longer and I judge a person's wishes by their expressions. two weeks after that, he died, he chose to leave even though he still had a chance to live. now I can only reminisce about his kindness, what I did with him, and the conversations we had, the way he spoke, and when he ate heartily, I'm a little sorry for that. but I think it's better, he won't feel pain anymore, he won't feel pain anymore. I will always remember this experience, even when I die, I will always remember it, remembering all the good memories.
