Be Strong Girl's

Chapter 9's

"She's hot, I'll drive you home" I said.

"Grandmother has no home" she answered.

"Where does grandma live?" My toot.

"Grandmothers live anywhere that is important grandmother can take shelter" he replied with a smile.

"Don't have any brothers?a sister?or brother?" Ask again.

The grandmother shook her head slowly "Either son, since childhood grandmother lived in the orphanage" His answer.

"Will grandma stay with me?" My toot.

The grandmother shook her head "No boy, grandma doesn't want to live with other people" she replied.

"Grandmother does not want to trouble others" he continued.

"I don't feel bothered grandma!I'm happy that if Grandma stays with me, I have friends at home" I replied with a smile.

"Who do you live with?" Ask the grandmother.

"Eum i-it's grandma! i...i live with–" I replied with deep thought.

"I have to say that I live in a rented? later if grandma asks why stay contracted? what do I have to answer? or do I have to lie that I live with my family?"my mind is monologuing with myself.

"Son?"

Ask the grandmother, make me realize and my daydreams fall away instantly.

"With my family grandma" I'm quick.

"Hurry home son, your parents may be looking for you and worrying about you because you're not home" he said.

Biting my own lower lip to hold back the cry.'Your parents are looking for you, worrying about you' that word is very sensitive to me, because - ah, forget it.

"Okay, Grandma, Alin said yes, Grandma! take care of grandma, there's a little money to buy food" I reached into my pocket and took some money from her.

"Thank you son, you're a good man! may God bless you" replied the grandmother while taking the money sheet in my hand.

"Aamiin"

"Yes, Grandma, Alin said yes first" I said goodbye to him.

I turned my back to not look at Grandma, I blinked and right then and there my tears fell.Cuzzling down, looking at my unwavering feet, then I rubbed a trail of tears on my cheek and then I lifted my head and walked away from the grandmother.

I'm here now, looking out over a vast expanse of blue water with a blank look, sitting in the middle of the bridge, my feet sticking down, swinging forward and backward.

The Harbour Bridge

...Harbour Bridge-sydney.Means Alin again in the middle of the bridge while swinging his legs (snap a little directly fused)....

"Dear alin, be careful son"

"Don't eat too much candy, your teeth will hurt"

"Mother your favorite masakin"

"As long as you're by your side, you're safe"

Mother's words rolled again in my mind, ringing, like I was back in my childhood, mother who warned me not to climb the stairs in haste, warning me not to eat too much chocolate, masakin my favorite food.Unfortunately I can not hear the prohibitions anymore.OK, mother is gone, it is not good I continue to cry when I miss.

Until I doubt your mother's blood will never come back, I must accept this harsh reality.

"Mother, Alin misses.." My inner

There was no sound of crying or sobbing, only the roar of tears that continued to flow profusely and fell into the river just below me.

I looked to the side that seemed to stretch more than 240 kilometers ornate unspoiled beaches, beautiful parks, and a variety of natural wilderness.Look at the scenery is so beautiful there - no, no, I looked at him normally, without even a single smile, my heart was breaking, falling apart.

Then my gaze shifted to the building shaped like a shell.

Sydney Opera House

The Sydney-New South Wales Opera House is one of the most unique and famous 20th-century buildings.The building is located at Bennelong Point in Sydney Harbour near the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

I replayed my memories when I saw theater, ballet, and various other arts with my mother - of course with my mother, papah did not want to be invited to a walk even barely ever invite me and my mother to go on vacation.

I was envious to see many children my age walking around with their families - their fathers and mothers - to be honest, I was so envious of the sight.

"Mother, why is Alin not like other children who walk with papah and their mother" asked the mother.

"Your father is busy, so he cannot accompany us" replied the mother as she stroked my unraveled long hair.

Always that answer I got from mother when I asked about papah who did not accompany me for a walk.Is how busy a Dion Aditya is? Didn't you have a minute to be with your child? What is he doing in the office?.The questions were ringing in my brain as a child, I did not ask my mother to answer all the puzzles in my brain at that time.

When I grew up, I concluded that Dion's papah did not love me, and Mother Yura.I did not just conclude something, I just - it's not discussed.

"Does the world hate me?" My murmured turned to look at the blue sea whose water was swaying because it was blown by a considerable wind.

"Because of driving me to school, my mother died" I continued.

I want to tell anyone, at least by telling stories will reduce the burden in my mind, my mind will be better if I tell it to the people closest to me.

Who do I have to tell? Who would want to help me reduce the burden in my mind?

I don't have any friends.That's the fact that makes a burden settle in my mind.

"I'll show the world that I can get through all this! (I'll show the world that I can get through this!)" Steadying my words, I wiped the traces of tears on my face.Just leave a red color in the eyes and tip of the nose because I cried for a long time.

I stood up and walked away from the Harbour Bridge.

"Dad, I want chocolate ice cream with strawberries! can ya?" Someone was a little far away from me but I could still hear it.

I reflexively looked to my right.A little boy was whining and struggling in his father's hand asking to buy ice cream.

"Yes, I can" answered his father, lifting up his little body and carrying it.

Somewhat sad to see this, I straighten again my father.

"Don't envy, I've also been bought ice cream by my mother, even often" My mind tries to strengthen itself.

"But not with papa" continued my mind.

I don't know, I don't want to say that word even inwardly, but that word just says it even though I'm holding it back, like there are supernatural whispers that come out of nowhere.

connect~