Because of the Trash

Model Liar

AYu POV

I, Ayu Puspita Sari or Kerab is called Ayu. Born into a broken home, hahaha. However, being calm doesn't mean I'm going to be a bad boy.

Not all broken home children will be naughty, anyway. People's point of view alone is too low to judge every child victim broken home.

Ever since I was born into the world, I have not been greeted with happy laughter or crying. I never knew how Grandma and Grandpa would go.

They no longer exist in the universe. However, they kept their distance to me no less than my Mama. He even refused to call me Mama.

Unlike Papa, she was really a first love figure to me. If there's no him? Maybe, I didn't get to my age now who is young, 19 years old anyway.

But I am grateful that there is still Papa. Lf it doesn't? I may not know how to smile, laugh and find love.

I choose a hobby of hiking, a place that is sometimes quiet is also crowded if the holiday is long. There, I could scream loudly.

In the uphill moment, I can cry while remembering the bad treatment of people and if there is anything I ask why. I'll say, "I'm tired."

In fact, I am tired not because of climbing. But I am tired of my life.

Now, I'm starting to get into higher education. I went to college with my best friend who was very close to me. Ningsih, that's his name.

He was born into a simple family, yes, very simple. She has two more sisters who are still Junior High and Elementary School.

However, their humble family is able to make me envious and inferior because of the warmth of his family.

Now I am in college. A place that hopefully will be a place to gain my knowledge later.

I left the person I was talking to earlier, the one who somehow could have arranged for me to not be close to anyone else.

"Ck! Who is he anyway? Busy with people!" my gerutuku walked outside the fence.

"Have you finished Neng's list?" ask the driver who is standing at the front door of the back bench.

"Already, sir," I replied smilingly and looking towards where I left the man, "why is it still there?"

The driver heard me say, he looked in the direction I was looking at, "Who is Neng?" ask the driver to look in the same direction.

I felt that it was not in my heart that I looked directly at the driver, "What, sir?" I ask as if I don't know.

"Look at that guy, right? She who? Hayo ...," seduced the driver by smiling at me.

"What the hell, sir?" I immediately got into the car leaving the driver who was still curious.

The driver who saw me had entered immediately ran around the car and got into the car.

Today, I'm going back to the trial. Papa said his friend could help to adopt in moving on behalf of Papa.

Even though it's not necessary anymore, however, I'm not an adult anymore who must be cared for or cared for.

I can choose who to stay and who to go with. However, Big Brother was too selfish because from the beginning indeed the rights over me were given to him.

"Neng, Papa said to his office first. Want to consult with your Papa first."

"Yes, sir," I replied modestly and stared at the street.

Just 35 minutes away from campus, I've reached where Papa works. Although it's not Papa's own office.

However, his position has been quite able to produce; home, car, as well as his own business.

Papa had wanted to resign from the job, only the boss of the company owner did not receive his proposal because Papa was very trusted in the company.

"Who are you looking for, Dek?" ask a woman who looks polite.

"From Mr. Angga, Ma'am."

"Sorry, have an appointment?"

"Already, Ma'am."

"Who are you, huh?"

The expression on the face of the office receptionist changed, shocked and in disbelief. He saw my appearance from top to bottom making me follow that.

I looked at his face with a smile when he had finished seeing my appearance, missing the smile earlier. Does he think I'm a liar?

"In the meantime, yes, I asked the same Mr. Angga first," he said later.

I forcefully smiled and nodded, with my chest crossed while looking at this office.

"Ck! Not believing it, anyway! There's a liar like me, huh?" grumbling.

I see Ma'am receptionist has finished calling Mr. Angga, "Where, sir? Can I disturb Mr. Anggana?" my ask is as friendly as possible.

"Sorry, yes, Deck. I don't know if you're his son" he said clumsily.

"No papa, Ma'am. Relax, I rarely come here. If so, can I go to Papa's room?" many ensure.

"Already, Deck. Please!"

I say goodbye from before him to Papa's room, Papa has told you in advance where the room is.

So, I don't have to ask her where my Papa's room was.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Two taps I gave the door that was made of nothing, not glass.

"Lake in!" tell from the person inside.

Kukhin ...!

I went in and saw Papa talking to someone on his couch..

"Come, Son!" calling Papa made the person in front of Papa stare at me as well.

I nodded and walked in with a smile beside Papa, slightly looking down at Papa's friend.

"So, this is my son sir. He's the one I want to make over his adoption rights," Papa explained to his friend who I guess is more than half a century old.

The man nodded, "As I said earlier Sir. Parenting a child who is not at the age of 12 years then the right of a mother. However, if it is on it then he can choose the right to be foster with whom. Moreover, he is already 19 years old as according to article 105 KHI which states:

In the event of divorce:

The care of a child who is not yet mumayyiz or is not yet 12 years old is the right of his mother;

The care of a mumayyiz child is left to the child to choose between the father or mother as the holder of the right of care;

The maintenance fee was borne by his father.

So, it's good before we go to court. I will invite Buk Diva to make peace first. Instead of later we quickly submit the file to the court if it can be peaceful why, no?"

I could only shut up and return Papa's lawyer smile in front of me for a moment and then glum again.

Papa nodded at the explanation of his lawyer, maybe what Papa expects and wants has certainly been achieved or something. I don't want to be too pretentious either, hihihi.

"Good, Sir! Then I leave everything to you, whatever you want I will follow. If you think the good way is like this, then I can only follow it," explained Papa believe in his lawyer.

"Well then, I'll leave then sir!" Papa's lawyer stood up and shook hands with Papa who was also standing.

I put my hands on my chest as Papa's lawyer stared at me and smiled so as not to be considered arrogant.

If you don't want me, then let go! Don't hold me back and hurt me. Don't you want me to go? Or even die?

I feel tired of this life, the lawyer is out of sight. I dropped this body back on the couch.

"Pa, it's better Ayu doesn't exist, doesn't he? Not to bother Papa," I looked straight.