25 Years of Father

Father's Arrival

The holidays are over where I have to return to continue my education. We split up to our homes. Having a sister makes me feel more at home. Dad is getting less and less at home. Ica my sister was sad when I had to leave. Staying at home together mama often makes them quarrel until I became a listener to my sister.

Our distance is quite far, but ica feels comfortable whatever the story is with me because I myself am always offering to be a listener.

“If there is a problem with anyone same story brother well? Mommy and dad or friends. Anyway if anyone wants Ica story, call brother yah?” That's the message I used to say and it turns out the more my sister came here the more open she was.

In this city of education I started college. Even though my intelligence is not so good. I'm one of the most diligent college students. I realized that my standard skills would be hard to score. Therefore maybe my presence that is always diligent can make my head a little helped to think.

Honestly, my mind is much more advanced than when I was in High School. Here I think a lot about education even though my grades can't be high. Every task that the lecturer gave, I could always work even earlier than the time specified.

“Anggia, tomorrow dad's there.” When I came home from college I was quite surprised to see the contents of the message from my father. Where I myself am very nervous.

Well, during college I wasn't close to any guy. But, still, my father's hardness to me always scares me.

Immediately I called mama.

“What's up, Anggia?” ask mama.

“Mah, dad leaving tomorrow well?” I asked mama.

“Iya. Your father's dizzy with the people here. Maybe you want to calm your mind there. You don't make dad dizzy, huh? Later the pain relapses again.”

“Mamah why not join?” I asked again and Mom just sighed.

I don't know what's going on between them now. Mama clearly looks like she is sad.

“Your father noticed eating it well? Don't let the sugar rise again.” I also chose not to ask too many questions.

At my aunt's house I began to think how my father got into this house while the road only fit for two wheels. The car must be parked in front of the alley. Poor dad will definitely relapse his heart. I rushed to talk about the arrival of my father and uncle did not mind picking up my father. A little bit of a pleasure.

From that day on to the fourth day, I never got a call from my father. Just a quick message I read when dad said it was up and there was business.

I told Mamah there was no response from mama.

“Your father is not here yet, Anggia?” ask the aunt who came into the room when I was dressed.

“I don't know aunt either. The important thing is that I was confused when I arrived.”, I replied confused.

“Didn't your father want to sleep in this ugly aunt's house well?” My feeling suddenly didn't feel good. How could I be comfortable hearing aunt's words. While I'm even here hitching a ride at his house.

“You've rested.” Auntie came out when she saw I was quiet.

My mind's getting messed up. I don't know who you were with and where you were for these three days.

“Daddy, have you eaten?” Immediately I send a message. Afraid of the message mamah to keep your sugar levels.

“Already.” It's just that short message you sent.

I'm confused how. Afraid to ask about the situation of the father and where he is at the moment. Until I finally saw my father posting photos on his social media account.

I let out a rough breath. My father was busy walking here. Tourist attractions that are far and interesting become the destination of fathers these days.

“Gosh...” I said shook my head. Can't believe that Dad was busy walking while we were all worried about his condition.

Well that's how dad is. The man who always thinks about us all around him, sometimes he forgets to think about himself. And I couldn't believe it if anyone was worried about him.