Andra's soul mate

Father's Advice

Early in the morning, Andra joined her father in harvesting palm oil. Because her father was unwell, Andra agreed to help.

"Who were you fighting with yesterday?"

Deg.

Andra was surprised to hear her father's question. Yesterday his father looked indifferent, but now his father asked.

"No dad, we're just practicing!" andra replied lying.

Pranks.

The machete that had been held by Andra's father, floated on the foundation of the garden owner's field.

What's wrong with you, why is he so angry?. Do you know anything about me and Alex?.

Andra began to please be anxious, her father once warned Andra, do not fight just because of a woman.

"You remember, what did you say to me?"

Andra nodded slowly, she did not dare to return her father's gaze.

In the village, Andra's father was highly respected by the community. Not because he had a lot of black magic, or had a high position. However, Andra's father is a man who rarely makes trouble with other societies, even he is the one who most often helps others.

"Dad doesn't like it the most, you fight only because of a woman!" said Andra's father repeated his warning to his son.

"Yes dad, Andra knows"

"then! Why are you fighting with Alex, just because of Seli!" Andra's father's snapping was full of emotion.

As Andra had expected, her Aya knew of her problems with Alex.

"Sorry Dad, but I never did that" Andra looked down wrong. His seat felt trembling, because he was trembling in fear.

The person most feared by Andra, only two. Her father and mother, only those two people she was most afraid of.

"Dad didn't ask you wrong or not Andra! Why can this happen! Do you like him?"

"Sorry Dad, Andra thinks all this is just a misunderstanding. Alex blindly brings his troops to attack Andra, accusing Andra of being close to Seli. Though Seli is always looking for a way to approach Andra. Andra's been trying to dodge!" Andra explained everything.

"Do you like her?"

Andra was getting bowed, her father's questions were hard for her to answer.

Andra's father looked at his son, he already knew what his answer was.

"No need to answer, I already know!" Her words.

Andra sighed, wanting to be answered especially. He could not express with a word 'cause honestly Andra was still confused.

"Dad is not angry you like anyone, dad does not like ana father lost, look at you. Your handsome face still looks bruised!"

Andra looked up, she was surprised to hear her father's words. Especially at this time his father's hand rubbed his face that was still blue.

Malik Sanjaya is a father who rarely comments on his son. If Andra makes a mistake, then Malik will tell his wife.

If it is too fatal, then Malik will intervene and talk to his son. As of this moment, he took his son to work.

Andra was still staring in shock at her father, which was very surprising.

"Dad.. Andra,"

"You are too young for love. Your heart and your thinker are still unstable. If you like it, you can enjoy it. You can enjoy that feeling. Remember that! If you want to make a decision, think first about what the causes and consequences are for the future!" Malik's Advice.

Andra smiled, she nodded softly replying to her father's advice that he would turn to death.

"Thank you dad!"

"And one more Andra, if it's fighting, and it's not your fault, don't let anyone else touch your body, let alone until it's like this. If this happens again, I'll add to this wound!"

"Good dad!"

Andra was getting excited, she was grateful to have both parents who were so supportive of her. Very understanding father and mother.

That day Andra and her father harvested palm oil. But only half a heart. Andra's father has sent his son home.

At first Andra refuses, she wants to help her father work. But Malik firmly said his son still has a long future. Although she can't go to high school, at least her son doesn't work like her.

Andra came home feeling guilty, she walked down. In his mind, he had to get a decent job.

Meanwhile, in her room, Siti was crying. He locked himself in the room.

"Why the hell Andra, you can't like me."

"What is less me? My beauty is almost the same as Seli's. Why don't you see me???"

Siti was crying, her hands hitting her pillow bolster, as an outlet for her anger.

"Siti, let's eat!" mary shouted from outside the room. She was worried for her daughter who had since yesterday locked herself inside her room.

Siti glanced at the door of her room, her hands raised wiping away the tears that kept flowing.

"I'm not hungry, Mom!" reply Siti with her hoarse voice.

Hearing her daughter's voice change, Maria became worried.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Since yesterday didn't go out of the room?"

"I don't papa Mom, just longer menstruation and lazy out "answered Siti lying.

"Hm..You haven't eaten since yesterday! You will be sick, baby!" persuade Maria, she still did not run out of ways to persuade her daughter.

Siti painstakingly swallowed her saliva, clearing her throat to get her voice back to normal.

"I don't know Mom, I've also prepared a snack in the room"

"really?"

"Yes Ma'am" Siti replied convincingly.

"Hm..Yasudah, if you're hungry come out. Mother has cooked your favorite food" said Maria resigned. Then he left his daughter's room.

Siti came back crying, she hugged her pillow bolsters and cried in silence.

"You're evil Andra, you're evil!" Lirih.

*******

Arriving at home, Andra immediately hugged her mother. Expressing her gratitude could have both parents like her mother and father now.

"Eh uh, Andra what are you doing son? Mother is cooking" grumbled the Goddess.

Andra did not care, she kept hugging her mother who had started to age. Supported chin on shoulders that begin to bend.

"Thank you for being a mother to Andra Bu" Andra whispered.

The goddess smiled, she put down her spatula, then turned her body facing her son looking at his son's increasingly handsome face.

"Have you spoken to Dad?" ask Goddess.

Andra nodded, she smiled wistfully, then hugged her mother tightly.

"Sorry Mom, Andra still can't be a filial child. Forgive Andra Bu"

The goddess nodded slowly, gently rubbing her son's back. To the Goddess, Andra is everything, what you have done for her and her husband is a devotion.

Want to work anything to support the family, at his age. Andra had been working odd jobs and handed all her money to her mother.

"Son, you don't talk rich. For mom and dad, Andra's been a really good kid"

"But, Andra has not been able to make mom and dad happy, has not been able to make dad and mom proud"

"Sttt...." The goddess stretched out her son's embrace, looking at her son with a sweet smile despite already looking ageing.

"You're a good mother's son, you always make mom and dad proud"

Andra hugged her mother again, she shed tears when she heard her mother's words just now.

Long enough they hugged, Andra smelled an unpleasant scent. He let go of his mother's embrace.

"Did mom kiss her? "

"Kiss what?" Ask Dewi while breathing as much air looking for the scent that her son said.

"Ehh..." The goddess immediately turned around and looked into the cauldron. The fish he had fried had turned black and was filled with black smoke.

Dewi instantly turned off her stove, lifting the fish with filtering.

"Well.. Shabbiness "his murmur with pursed lips.

Andra stood beside her mother, holding back a smile looking at the already blackened fish.

"Mom, what are you cooking? Why is it black?"andra said deliberately teasing her mother.

"It's all your fault, making the drama and atmosphere melow. Look, the fish is charred"

Andra laughs more and more at the dumelan of her mother who blames her.

"Sorry mom" chuckles her.

The goddess simply bent her lips, then returned to take stock of the fish in the refrigerator.