25 Years of Father

Weddings

Ever since I fainted back then, I've been really paying attention to my diet. Every time I was busy working in my room, my dad would come in and call me to eat. Even all the vegetables that I did not like to consume were forced to eat in front of my father. So is my sister Ica. He just likes to eat some vegetables, because my father scolds us both no longer dare to fight.

The moment we always eat together maybe I will miss a lot when I no longer live at home. But, it's okay. Maybe with me married dad less burden of his mind. Where you won't keep worrying about me when I'm out there. It's only my sister Ica I'll think of keeping her until she gets married.

I admit you were really very hard at educating. But in a small heart I could see the sincerity that father gave us. It's very different from most of my friends. At least the father never wants if his son is tired or sick. He will do everything for me and Ica to live comfortably. Even out there I often find my friends who are forced to rarely go to school to join their parents looking for money by going to the sea hunting fish and so forth.

In class I often see my friends alternately skipping school. I never once left class when the class was not over.

Until all was well missed even though often I can not control my anger in my father. In the end it all goes back to oblivion and I am still a very good father to me and my family.

Dad's long struggle to take care of me doesn't feel like it's over. Where I've prepared in the room room one of the ones in this luxury hotel. The long struggle of Angga and I take care of all the way the marriage is finally over. And this is the day that our sacred vows will be made to become our wedding vows.

"Remember Anggia. In no case should you ever speak a high note to your husband. I never taught you to act like that. Whatever happens never make Angga think if the father does not educate his child. Don't embarrass the family. Remember that!" before the wedding procession took place dad entered the room where I was in the make up. Everyone in the room heard what Dad told me.

For I know that a father would most dislike a woman if she dared to yell at or rule her husband. And I can only nod obediently to father's orders. Even so with me who hopes there will be nothing that makes me angry at Angga. Because I know myself so well that sometimes it is difficult to control emotions when angry.

After many dads gave me advice, he came out with a handsome appearance using a black suit and tie and do not forget the ulos that are draped on his right shoulder. Mamah also walked closer to me where my sister Ica also captured the moment in this room. Several times mama asked me to smile and take pictures until the time when we all came out. Mom and Dad stood holding my hand on the left right. We walked to the elevator and into the ballroom. There I saw many eyes looking at me.

My father's hand felt so tight and trembled. I know this is the first time for a mom and dad to take their kid to the sewer. Where my three married brothers can't you see. I knew a father would break his heart when he could not get his children married. However, again the pain that the father suffered at that time made the father resigned when he could not go to my brother's wedding.

My tears fell without me being able to bear to see the red carpet that stretched in front of me and I continued to massage until I arrived in front where the sacred moment I would say with Angga in minutes would be my husband.

Suddenly my mind crossed a heavy feeling to leave father and mamah at home with Ica. Suddenly I wanted to return to being the child instead of the wife of a foreign man who had met me only a few years ago. I want to spend time with my parents who are going to age.

But now Mom and Dad have stepped into a chair and sat down. While I stepped forward without being able to hold back my cries anymore. My heart really can't be strong anymore. My shadow after this is about to go away and rarely with my mom and dad is very painful.

Until I finally heard applause when we were legally husband and wife.

"Hey..why keep crying?" ask Angga to me but I actually dropped the softlens in my eyes. Too much crying makes all my looks messed up right now. I just kept quiet and then my tears broke again as my father spoke in front of the man who was my husband.

"Female, now you're the husband of my son. I'm putting Anggia on you. Take care of him like I am his father looking after and educating him. Educate your wife because your name will be taken wherever your wife goes. Now my son is growing up with you. You're not just my son-in-law, but my son too. Right now your decision to get married has been finalized. Please, never play with this holy marriage."

As long as you talk long I really can't lift my face. My crying just kept coming out. Until my father's voice changed with my brother's voice number two. Well, my marriage is now attended by my two brothers and their wives. I was so happy that we came from a different womb but the kindness of my brother made me feel no distance between us.

Word by word my brother kept saying and we got a lot of messages from my family and my husband's family. Where everything is finished happily. It's time for photos before the end of this family event and change the invitation guest event that will arrive.

"Anggia, what's wrong with dad?" asked Angga immediately nudged my arm. I immediately turned my head and I saw that my father had trouble breathing holding his chest.

Mom and I panicked to see that.