My Bad Habit Poem by Nur Meiyati

I had a bad habit
I could fall to sleep anywhere
As long as there was a space to lay my head on
It could be at the table while I was writing or computing
It could be on the sofa while I was reading books
It could also be on a chair while I was relaxing or chatting

The father of my son had a bad habit, worse than mine
He liked to stand up quietly in front of me while I was sleeping on my chair
Sometimes he just took another chair and put it somewhere near me
Drinking hot tea while enjoying my perhaps ugly expression
Sometimes he took a snapshot of me and made fun of my face afterwards
So annoying,
Absolutely not cool and not fair
Whenever I woke up, he would just smile or look at me with the corner of his eyes
Or pinched me on my nose or my cheeks
Oh my daughter has woken up, he used to say
I usually got mad whenever he said that
I shouted emotionally: I am not your daughter
I knelt and put my hands on his lap and saying
Look. I am wearing a ring with your name on it
He just smiled wickedly and said nothing
Sipping his tea as if it was more important than my anger

Oh men.
Are they all cruel creatures like him?

Magelang,25 August 2013