25 Years of Father

Educated Dad

My name is Anggia Nis, where I am currently thirteen years old.My life is a little limited, can be said to be very limited. Not in terms of economics. Except in terms of association. Who knows my friends I became a child who was very locked up by my father. I don't know what makes my dad so possessive? sometimes I ask when am I like this? When can I sit back like most of my friends to just laugh off my study time. If he says I'm a slacker not wanting to learn, it's wrong. My time since I wasn't in school was up to study, study and study.

If I'm so sick of my life like that, there are so many people out there who want a position like mine. Can be a champion of the classroom continuously even I was often appointed by the teacher to teach my upperclassmen in counting. Well, I'm very good at math and other things related to counting.

But, when they knew how the process was one nobody wanted to be me. There is no time other than to study. I can only take a break from studying during the nap time of day and night. It's boring, of course.

Even my father was so very hard-educated. Maybe I was surprised by his upbringing.

"Mom, are you there the same as me?" ask me when I was completing the task my father gave me before he went to work. And that task is so much to be done when my father comes home.

If you think it's gonna be over with. That's a big mistake. It's one mistake I'll get back on duty, and that's not the only punishment. There are other bonuses that I will get which will be very scary for me. Like I said my dad was very loud. His aim was to describe himself as a military man. Although actually my father was a director of a CV that he himself founded from his hard work that we know without the slightest capital.

"Your friends don't know either. Been quick to finish your task. Your father will be angry again. Don't make a fuss again, huh?" said my mother who was very upset with the daily events in our house.

My face looks cloudy imagining if this time I was wrong again in doing the task. Many times I feel confident in the results of my work, but a very thorough father always finds faults that either I myself am confused.

While out there the afternoon has arrived, where the time my friends have begun to spend a lot of play time welcoming the twilight that will arrive. It was very wishful that I could join them, dear the task in front of me is so much.

Until it didn't feel like night time allowed me to hear the sound of a car in front of the house, I didn't have to look. It was my father's car. The response that my body had felt was just like that. Naturally all the feathers in my hand felt goosebumps. Scared, one thing that makes me always restless waiting for father's return.

"Anggia!" the scream instantly made me run. In front of the house I saw my father kissing my newborn sister's face.

Well, when I stepped on the Junior High I got a sister where that was the entertainment in our family when the house felt so quiet.

"Yes Dad." I said closer.

The fear I felt suddenly disappeared when a gentle swab I got on my head. Well, my father rubbed my long hair which he always said was a beautiful crown. My father never praised me beautiful, which I was aware of with my ordinary face. Different from the changes I have.

You could say my father's taste is pretty good at choosing a wife. Back to that gentle swipe. Dad asked me to sit next to him when he was holding his sister.

"Where's duty? Done already?" and the question that makes me nervous half to death even though I have finished well according to my version was asked again by my father.

"Already, suck Dad." I went in to take the assignment and my dad checked one.

Honestly my heart beat feels so strong right now. I looked at the face of my father's changing face from nodding to frowning deeply to nodding and finally what I feared was true happened again.

My tears fell at that moment. What I used to get from my father's anger. I went into the room with additional tasks where the number was even more.

"Don't take heart. Work really. Your father is tired again. Don't cry, Anggia.

In fact, I still like, and that's what I often do at home without being able to play. Maybe only occasionally can I feel it.

Until finally the day has changed. If you say angry, maybe as a child I was angry with you about yesterday. But I remember what Dad said again. All for my future.

Dad wants me to have good achievements going forward. He said they had enough trouble as parents to feel. Therefore, while young, continue to study tirelessly. Even what I saw until old age, my father continued to learn from many of his friends who have high positions and power in several companies. Until now I can establish a CV engaged in the field of construction contractors.

This morning it rained so hard. I stopped the bike when it was raining from the sky without giving me and my friends a chance to get to school first. We were lining up cold with partially wet clothes at the moment.

Honestly, I am afraid to join a male friend even though there are some women. Because my very possessive father could be so hard on other people's children if he knew I was messing with them.

"Anggia, that's your father's car" said my friend immediately away from me. I felt like a disease away from them. Of course they knew very well the character of my father who was so cruel and decisive.

They didn't dare to look for trouble with me.

"Oh, I'm dead." I murmured in fear. The shadow of my father's strong hand hitting my face made my body tremble.

"Let's go in." a call from the father when lowering the windshield of the car.

I hesitated to say, "Dad, how's my bike?" manyu timid.

"Already live there." said Dad.

When I sat down at the side, I saw that even my father didn't wear a change of clothes while driving the car. This was the nightgown he had worn while sleeping. I looked at my father before long and his voice came back.

"Call your friends, why let the rain be there?" I doubt I'll offer a ride. Even to refuse my friends dare not. We all ended up going to school by car.

"This is Anggia, change your clothes. Look at your pale face. I told you not to rain. You get sick easily," I think my frightened heart suddenly warmed up to see how my father cared for me.

I'd love to say dad, I love you...

But there was a distance that made me feel like I didn't dare to say that simple word meant that much. Dad's so irritable to talk, that I can't get as close as other friends to his dad.