CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 4's

My second meeting with my mother did not last long, only about ten to fifteen minutes. There weren't many words that my mother said, she just wanted to bring me some stuff for my school purposes like a few dozen notebooks, two pencil boxes, two ballpoint boxes, two ballpoint boxes, some seeds are setipo or commonly called tip ex, a set of blue and white uniforms, a set of scout uniforms, one medium-sized doll, and one, and one box of rice along with a box full of soy sauce seasoning chicken dishes because the mother had opened it.

Before she came home, she put money in my white school uniform, after arriving at the class I saw my mother give me three pieces of money one hundred thousand pieces of red which contained the image of the first president of Indonesia and his deputy.

Ah, good enough for pocket money for a month more! Thought me.

When all the subjects were finished, the school bell rang.

Teeeett... Teeeeeett.... Teeeeeett....

The sound of a bell is heard from the speaker in the corner of the classroom, indicating that all teaching and learning activities have been completed and the time to go home.

I'm a little relaxed, not in a hurry to get to the parking lot. Because I left my goods from the mother's gift to the mother of the owner of the parking lot next to my school, so I don't want to make my friends ask a lot of questions about the origin of the goods I entrusted earlier.

I saw the school area was already quiet, there were some children who were still in their respective classes to do group assignments and some were waiting for an invitation from their parents.

I walked casually towards the parking lot, in the parking area already looks empty only a few weeks are still parked there.

I put a thousand rupiah into a bucket on the parking lot table, indeed this parking lot is paid because it does not belong to the school but belongs to individuals.

"Mom, sorry... I want to take the stuff I put in my mom this morning" I smiled.

"Oh, that big crispy red earlier huh same deck doll?" asked the parking mother to get up from her seat.

"Mom, right." I answered nodding my head steadily.

"Oh yeah, wait a minute!" said the parking lady then immediately entered her house.

"It's the deck" said the parking lady as she placed the large red crackle pack next to my ontel.

"Thank you ma'am" I said with a smile.

"Yes, same dik" he answered and then returned to his seat.

I took off the backpack that was in my sling, then unzipped the main part and then put a few dozen books and two sets of uniforms in the red crackle into the bag so that the crackle can I put in my bicycle basket.

But I have never been the least bit envious of them, seeing my father fall asleep I often cry because it has a fate that is so difficult even to just block the stomach just have to sell away by pedaling as long as twenty kilometers from home and if in total the round trip distance is forty kilo meters.

Oh my... My father is really a Super Hero in my life story!

The thing that always makes me grateful is that I still have a father, sometimes I see a small child scavenging bottles and used plastic cups in the market area. They can help their parents after school, but not all of them can go to school as well.

I paddle my ontel bike a little fast because riding a high bridge, the sun is quite stinging at twelve o'clock more like this.

I looked at the pink doll that my mother gave me in my basket, I smiled considering that my father never bought me a doll like this.

Yes, my father's a boy. He is not good at expressing his expression unfortunately to me, which my father always bought me clothes when memeiliki windfall more. Nor invite me to walk the road to the city on a len or bus, even if just a street course does not buy anything.

Suddenly my smile faded, when remembering the events of a few years ago when I was in school on the bench of Kanak Kanak Park.

At that time, I was not selling because of illness. Me and my old friends playing together, suddenly one of my friends invited us all to buy sunduk candy in the form of red soles with blue wrap and there is a picture of the head on the outside of the wrapper.

I immediately went home intending to ask father for money, but I saw that he was sleeping soundly with two chili peppers attached to the left and right temples of his head.

Really am... I really did not have the heart to see it, until I finally returned to the place where my friend bought the foot-shaped candy in my neighbor's shop.

I could only sit on my little bike, watching my friend's friend scrambling to open a fifty-pound candy wrapper at the time but I couldn't afford it.

Really, until this moment (at my age as the author of this story who is 23 years, I still remember this incident very well).

I held back my tears from falling and cried in front of my friend's friend, at that time, I was just a little boy who was in his five or 6 years who still wanted to buy snacks like the one my friend bought.

"Why did the new mom give me a doll now, mom? If you knew that my childhood was just a candy bar like my friend just couldn't, would you leave me and dad? Or because our lives were lacking, so mom chose to live with another guy who could give you a comfortable place and a good meal?" my mind kept asking.

Not felt considering the childhood events that made this paddle almost up, just a few meters away to go home.

I didn't realize my tears were dripping, as soon as I could wipe it so that Dad wouldn't see me crying just because of a candy bar!