100 Days of Loving You

Angry Dad

"But, Tan..."

"Why again? I'm tired, I feel like my body hurts all. Let alone my head." replied Intan, holding his head.

"You're pale."

"Hm, um,. Was she? Though I've been wearing red lipstick." replied Intan, with a mirror in the window in Ricki's room.

The hospital bell rings. Signs that all patients outside must come in. Those who understand, will enter by themselves. While those who do not, the nurses will join in together.

"Hay beautiful.." seduced a patient on Intan.

Intan just smiled kindly, because Intan knew how they were.

"What's beautiful?" greet one more.

"Sitting down, waiting for the prince to come for you." Intan joked to him.

"May I be that prince. But I don't have a horse, I only have lamborghini for you."

"Well, really? Let's walk together." asked Intan, with a laugh from the look on his face.

Ricki looked at Intan with a serious and sharp gaze. He rarely saw Intan smiling like that, especially when the father was nearby. At that time He will be a stone that can only be silent a thousand languages.

Intan was getting more and more excited about chatting with that patient. Like a friend who rarely meets. Their conversations connect with each other, and whatever the patient is talking about, he is always very well served.

"What pain did you get, get in here?"

"It hurts me. It's just that it's often weird that, when I look at myself, I feel so handsome. I should have been an artist, but I was even in here" he replied.

"Well, yeah... You're so handsome. It's wrong to come in here. What is your talent, can you sing?"

"Could... I'm singing?"

Intan invited, then the man sang with high confidence, even though it was a mess. Intan clapped his hands, trying to enjoy even though his own ear hurt.

Intan laughed more and more, even he sang with the patient, without caring about others who looked at him.

"Riss... Boris, it's been. Look at that thing's tiredness." Ricki scolded him.

Boris finished the action, then entered the room again.

While Intan again sat down, with a breath that was boring and a body full of sweat.

"You tired?" ask Ricki, by giving her a handkerchief.

"Tired... Apparently, being crazy was exhausting as well. But it's fun, because we don't have to think too much about other people around us." replied Intan.

"They'll never get tired, because that's their destiny. It hurts, and not on purpose. Like your father." said Ricki.

"Hmmm, where is he? Why haven't you come in?" ask Intan.

Ricki then goes out looking for her, going around leaving Intan alone in her waiting room.

"You... Why here?" ask Father Intan, who came without a wheelchair and the nurse who was holding him.

"Why? Want to berate me again? Do it, as long as you are satisfied." said Intan.

The father approached with a hateful look. Intanpun stood up, as if welcoming what the father would do to him.

"Akkkhhhh...!" intan's strangulation was stifled, as the father choked his neck strongly.

"Say, what do you want to say. Tell me everything, what makes you hate me so much." said Intan stammered.

"You... If you had listened to my words, then our lives would not have been this broken. If you'd have followed me, I would never have insulted them like this. You know, I even had them spit for defending you. I almost died because of you.... Aaaarrrgggh...! "yell Daddy Intan so loud.

Intan just shut up, shed tears. But, he smiled with all the confessions that came out of his father's lips.