Nasib Seorang Anak Tiri or The Stepdaughter

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A pile of dirty laundry floated in front of Jasmine's face and fell into a large plastic basket already filled with dirty laundry. Jasmine turned to the door, but he couldn't see the door because dirty clothes scraps covered his face. "Clean laundry!" she heard a voice he was familiar with, Jasmine cry from his stepmother, Mrs. Annette. Jasmine saw dirty clothes that had fallen on his face and slipped onto the floor. In less than a year or two, she was treated this way by his stepmother for more than a dozen years. Jasmine sighed, picked up her clothes and put them in the basket.

Her eyes were caught in the bathroom mirror and stared at him. She imagines that one day she might marry her rich man, rescue her from her poverty, and disobey her stepmother. As soon as she tried to move, she heard a woman's voice again. "Jasmine! Did you iron my dress? Roger is coming out of town today! I want to look beautiful!" Exclaimed the girl. A beautiful face appeared on the door, and the girl was not much different from Jasmine. "I think I forgot, I overslept last night," Jasmine replied. "What? Did you hear what you said correctly? You are always lazy!" The girl continued to complain. "What's that?" Hearing Mrs. Annette approaching, her body appeared at the door, turning her to her girl and then to Jasmine.

"Lily can rub her clothes, Mrs. Annette !" Jasmine said, modifying her father's wife's nickname to Madam. "Many people insist! You forget who fed you because you left without knowing who your dad was? You eat from me You do all this work You should be! "Mrs. Annette, a stubborn her. "They are sheep ..." Jasmine hadn't finished talking, Mrs. Annette screamed again. "what? Do you say these are your father's sheep? No, do you count the number of years your dad left us all? Sheep were sold by you when you were small; all sheep were the result of selling my parents' legacy! Not your dad's sheep! I snapped Mrs. Annette.

As long as she was seven, she didn't understand anything about the farm her father had run for a long time. "No need to make a fuss, no need to argue, now you iron the dress, Ly! Quick!". "Hurry! You need to look beautiful when you meet Roger. I want him to propose right away. I can't wait to be a rich wife!" Lily said of Jasmine staring at her. When I turned to him, I laughed happily and shouted. "Are you looking around? Are you jealous? There is no story of Cinderella here, upik abu - upik abu, it is impossible for you to dream of marrying a rich man. Look at your looks! Your clothes are shabby and your skin is empty. Fortunately, my mother still wants to put you here! Jasmine sighed again, she had to be patient, she couldn't rebel, maybe instead of being so humiliated by her stepmother and sister-in-law, , but she Still wants her father to return to this house someday. She is still thinking about the last time she was separated from her father. "Dad, son, a little longer, you and your mom are fine at home, honey," her father then crouched in front of her, stroking her hair several times. Jasmine's eyes were full of tears, suppressing suffocating sobbing. "I don't feel like that for a few days. Usually, Jasmines' dad also drives a lot to town. Daddy brings back a toy, do you want it? Her father wipes the tears that run down his cheeks. It was the most difficult day for her. She  don't want his dad to go to town, but her dad always went to another town to sell sheep from the farm, but it seems her dad never intended to go home. She felt it. Again, no one knows where he is, whether he is alive or dead. Every morning, Jasmine always sees the winding cobblestone streets in the yard and wants her father to go home and bring toys as he promised.

Over a dozen years have passed and until she grows up. She never met his father again. Still, Jasmine always thought her father would come back someday, but I don't know when. She wiped her tears that didn't roll her cheeks. "Jasmine ! Are you ready?" Lily sobbed from home. Then Jasmine wiped her tears again and rushed home to the ironing board. She took the dress in the basket and started rubbing it. In fact, Lily could do that too, but she was so lazy and didn't want to help around her house at all, and even because of her own needs, she always gave her it. I told you to do it. Her stepmother didn't want to add a maid other than Bi Aida. The dress she was ironing was very beautiful. She doesn't know when she last wore her new dress. Her stepmother never bought her a dress because her father had left. It is true that used clothing is also occasionally on the market. "Here! Clothes for you!" As Jasmine grew up, Mrs. Annette threw a dress. Jasmine took the dress and was shocked to see it. Her dress was more suitable for her mother than a girl of her age. "The dress is too old!" Jasmine and her eyes rushed towards Lily. Lily gladly got a lot of beautiful new dresses. "Hey, did your dad give me money? You've been relying on me since your dad left! It's good that I bought you a dress, I'm all of you Did not let her naked! "His stepmother scolded. Sad and disappointed, Jasmine had to accept the dress. Even on a village festival day where every beautiful girl wears a dress in her house, sometimes bi Aida is helping when sewing torn parts. "Did you do that already?" Lily yelled and appeared at her door, taking Jasmine out of her mind. "Here it is!" Jasmine handed the dress to Lily. Lily received it immediately. "It's a beautiful dress. It looks gorgeous with this dress! Roger  be very happy to see me wearing this dress!" Lily left the room in a dress and singing. Jasmine was about to meet her lover, so she was able to stare at her happy farewell to her Lily. Then,  Jasmine returned to continue washing her clothes.

Jember, 01 Juli 2022/ Andi Eka Prima, S.Pd.,M.Pd