
"Papa company and mama company, has hundreds of employees. If we don't do well, our company goes bankrupt. How many employees and factory workers will fail to feed their families?. How many people will miss the source of the search?"
"But Darren is your son, pa. Darren needs you too."
"When have we ever left you?. We've always been there for you, Darren."
"There is, but there is no feeling. You think Darren is enough to see you all without interacting, without speaking. Without attention and all that, huh?"
Again his father took a deep breath, then stared fixedly at Darren.
"Darren, if our company goes bankrupt. Not only employees and factory workers who will be victims, you also. You think your school isn't paid for money?. You didn't buy food with money?. All the facilities you use today are not bought and paid for with money?"
"Darren doesn't need money, pa."
"Papa knows, but your school needs money. Your health insurance needs money, the merchant whose food you buy who needs money. Or you would say, it's okay for us to be poor and live under a bridge. Our origin is the same every day, interacting every day. That so?"
Darren did not answer, his entire answer seemed to be locked by all his father's words. Logically, he said that all his father's words were true, but his heart was eager to rebel. He wants to be angry.
"Try to be more realistic Darren, you are almost 15 years old. Life is not as easy as you think, what you and your mom do day and night is for you. So that you do not lack, there are still many other children out there who dream of living like you.hope to have privilege, to be facilitated in all matters.. You should be grateful, not born into a family that is lacking."
Darren is silent. His father then took a cell phone and a car key located on the table.
"Papa go first." he said later.
Darren's father is leaving, while Darren is at the height of his frustration. Whatever his father had explained earlier was unable to stem the anger in him
He stepped up with ready emotion
implode. His hands were clenched, while his breath was hunting and his teeth were gritting. Shortly after, he went out. Precede the step of the father and then get into the car.
"Darren, where are you going?" ask the father in wonder.
But the young man did not answer a word. He then started the car engine and gasp, leaving the yard. Darren stepped on the gas pedal hatefully.
His car ran through several red lights. He did not care what kind of danger he would face if he continued like this. He just wanted to vent all his frustration and hope that he would feel better after this.
He continued to accelerate, until on a road unconsciously appeared a car from the opposite direction. The car also seemed to be speeding and like losing control.
Darren, who was surprised to see the appearance of the car, immediately stepped on the brakes. Same with the driver of the car.
Realizing that his car will soon collide with Darren's car, he immediately steps on the brakes. Until the car both stop, only with a distance of less than half a meter.
"Woi, you moron." cried Darren full of emotion, while lowering his head from the windshield.
They are ready to attack each other and argue. But the emotions of the two suddenly stopped, as the two of them stared at each other.
"Darren?"
"Sister Micah?"
Both are equally unexpected. Darren and Michaela are not very aware of the type of car and plate used by each of them.
Whereas in the days usually often they meet and pay attention to each other's vehicles.
"I'm sorry, your car is okay, right?"
Mikaela looked worried and looked towards Darren's car.
"Mm, no brother. Just barely any."
Both seem clumsy and misbehaved.
"Mm, fringe brother used to be his car."
"I, yes brother. Darren is too."
They went back to their cars and parked them on the side of the road. Because it will disturb other road users, if it is still in the place that was.
A moment later both of them came out and sat on the garden chair, which was on the side of the road.
"Sorry Darren, brother, Darren is not careful. Darren thinks trouble's at home."
"Yes, I'm sorry too. There was also a problem at home, so his uncle's sister did not focus."
"Yes, brother."
Darren looked at Micah's face, and the girl's eyes were as full of tears.
"Mm, brother crying huh?" asked Darren in a tone that seemed hesitant.
She was afraid that her question might make Micah feel uncomfortable. Micah smiled faintly and lowered his head, slowly turning his smile into an unbearable weeping.
"Mama and papa brother, you know yourself, right?. Every day they fight, they never assume this brother is at home. What they make noise at all times is always the same, about the career of a mother who is higher than papa. Papa felt cornered, while mama wanted to dominate. Though brother wants to say that yesterday brother got the general champion, did not know it early this morning had been fighting. You may have heard the story of kayak gini. As long as we know, almost every day you always tell the same thing about the situation at home."
Darren touched Micah's shoulder and rubbed it gently. He gave a handkerchief from his pocket to Micah. Micah wiped his tears as he pleased.