Aretta & Secrets

Papa

"May," I replied quickly, "but don't let Gio know that I'm spying on him again" I remembered. I really need information about Gio now and this opportunity will not be wasted.

"Quiet down. My friend is a professional, besides I don't hang out with people who play games." He tried to convince me, though unprofessional if he managed to pry about Gio, of course I would say thank you. Some ordinary people like us never have the thought of being spied on by others.

I was determined, but why did I feel nervous. Is it because I really hope that Gio has really changed? I want to go back to having a big sister who can be my storytelling friend.

As soon as he arrived at the student association, Aidan immediately came forward and asked. I myself waited for them to finish talking while watching this hallway we came. There are several signposts placed here and it turns out that on the top floor of this hall is a Mushola. The place where students/i worship. On the other hand is a computer lab room that is deliberately closed and is intended for students who take the class.

My gaze again shifted to coincide with Aidan who came to approach.

"They are in the science faculty, let's go there. They also have to tell the direction and the place is not too far from here. I was also given a map," he said, wiggling the paper inside which already contained a manual map that had just been created.

I nodded and immediately followed Aidan while occasionally helping him read the map. And finally we rediscovered the group that had been separated. Some children seem to stand with a look of bored face because Kak Putra still explains many things. I saw Rafa who was standing on the sidelines and I immediately decided to approach him. I stabbed him in the back and it made him turn his head straight away, but it pissed me off because he smirked jail at me.

"Later after this we will go back around to the other faculties and be asked to follow me again" cried Kak Putra and all the students just agreed. His face was already tired and looked reluctant, but they had to keep up because of this activity from the school.

I had also started to step up to follow them for not wanting to be left behind again, but the sound of the door being shut tight made me turn around.

"Sir Damian," that name. I stiffened up in my place, it was a name I knew very well and a name I hadn't heard in a long time. I immediately turned my steps from turning around to look at the figure named Damian. I also passed Aidan who also made the man follow him.

"Why?" tanyanya, so caught up.

My steps felt extremely heavy as the distance between me and the figure grew closer. My body is shaking a little. Not likely. This must be wrong, my mind. There's no way that person is here, in a place I never thought of.

It seems the universe is playing me. My body became stiff, my eyes faded in shock, and my mouth opened. The first word that came out of my mouth was the most painful. Words I never thought I could reuse.

"Papa?!"

"Aretta," he said. The look of eyes full of disbelief emanated there. A look of relief and sadness emanated from his old eyes, "what is this.." even he lost his voice and words. He looked at me from top to bottom, seemingly distrustful of his own vision. The figure began to step closer to the distance we only had two steps left.

"Papa does not believe.can see you again," he said pilu.

Papa immediately pulled me into his arms. He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow, even showering me with a kiss of affection on my head. Papa then let go of his embrace and gently rubbed my face. He still seemed to be in disbelief if I stood in front of him.

"So Papa's been here all along?" I asked, "Papa is around me but Papa never contacted me at all? Papa left me with no strings attached and Papa also let me be in that house without anyone caring about me," my emotions peaked. I let out all the resentment and anger lodged in my heart.

"Do you know what I'm going through? What's got this long? Papa know?" I screamed, clutching tightly at his lab coat. I cried, the cry I had put up with, the cry I never let out, all collapsed in an instant when Papa hugged me.

"Papa"

I immediately cut out his sentence before he started talking again.

"Why hasn't Papa ever called Aretta? Do you have any news or aretta's genigin? I've been there living like hell since Papa left. Mama kept beating me up. He kept on mojokin me because according to Mama I made Papa go. Don't you know what it's like to be Aretta? I was a kid then. I don't know anything and continue to be blamed for something I don't know why it happened. Aretta was tortured, scolded, beaten, and Aretta could not complain at that time Papa," I said again. I said that while poking at the sleeve of the sweater I used to show the scars I had from the torture of Mama.

Papa's gaze that initially sparkled from meeting me instantly dimmed instantly. Fear was clearly visible in his eyes. Papa was late, he should have shown such a look a long time ago. Ever since she left me to live with Mama who treated me like an animal.

The one who should be afraid is me, not him. Every day I am haunted by fear. Fear of being thrown away, abandoned, thrown from a ladder, or pushed into a window. That fear gnawed me from childhood to make me grow up to be a coward.

I shirked for a moment. My tears are still flowing. These emotions drain my energy, even I cry as much as I can. What can I do in this condition. I just want Papa to know how I've been living. I want to let her know that I'm not happy. I'm scared and I need a protective figure that I never got from Mama.

It has to be like I live life. Abandoned, hated, and ignored, all I've felt and I'm sick of it.

I also want to live a normal life. Normal life like teenagers in general who do not need to worry about self-safety.