Dear Mr. Brutal Mario

Dear Mr. Brutal Mario
Daddy Apologized



Val couldn't sleep overnight because her headache was recurring. The woman had just gone to bed after dawn. Mario opened his eyes until they were perfectly open. He smiled to see his wife sleeping comfortably. Slowly Mario kissed his wife's lips then let go of the hug. The man will tell his son to get ready for school.


"For Dad."


"Morning. You guys have breakfast and go."


"Mommy where's Dad?"


"Mommy still sleeps because she hasn't slept all night because her head hurts again."


"Pity. Let's see Mom first."


"No need. You guys have breakfast. Mom will wake up again if you go there."


"Just so."


"Double don't forget to drink. Dad go back to the room first."


"Yes." Yeah."


"Mommy, is she still sick? the accident was three months. Mom should be doing well."


"You don't know yet?"


"What?"


"Mom can't heal completely. Mom has a severe brain injury. So the pain can come at any time."


"So, Brother Ved, you know that I don't know."


"Maybe Mom doesn't want you to worry and be sad. You're a deck girl. So easily touched."


"Whatever the reason Van also deserves to know. Van also wants Mom to share his pain with Van. Poor Mom." The girl said sad.


"It has. Finish breakfast. We're late." Said Ved acting mature to his sister.


Mario went back to the room. The man put his breakfast on the table. Val hasn't even woken up. He went back to bed and hugged his wife.


"Dad."


"Yes. Dear. Still sore?"


"Not really."


"You go on to sleep."


"What kind of kid?"


"I told them to eat breakfast and leave. I also told them that you're still sick so don't bother."


"Aren't you at the office?"


"No. I'm taking care of you."


"I'm not dad. Daddy's in the office."


"No. I want to be here looking after you."


"Hm. Alright."


"You're sleeping again. Or do you want to have breakfast first?"


"Daddy aja's. I'm still sleepy."


"You have slept again. I hug."


A few minutes later Val had fallen asleep in her husband's arms. Incoming calls on Mario's phone. The man cursed annoyed for fear of disturbing his wife's sleep. Slowly his hand moved to grab the flat object on the nightstand.


"What's wrong?" He answered while whispering.


"Not to the boss' office?"


"Damn. Just disturb. My wife's still asleep. Why call everything?"


"Tumben Val this hour is still sleeping. You didn't let him rest?"


"No. His headache is back."


"Oh. Yow."


"Hm." The answer ended his call.


"Who's Dad?"


"French. Sorry for the noise. Make you wake up."


"em...I can't sleep anymore."


"Sorry."


"Ga Papa."


"Still sick?"


"Not yet."


"Breakfast yeah..."


"Yes. I wash my face first."


"I help you."


"No need. I can do it myself."


"I help you." Mario stared at his wife.


Val and Mario are arguing in the bathroom. The man would not give in to his wife.


"I can do it myself Dad. I can wash my own face. You don't have to help me get rich." Val's upset because Mario soaked his face.


"Silent. It will enter your mouth if you nagging continue."


"Ih. Daddy's bummer." The man just smiled at his wife who did not stop babbling. With a heart He washed Val's face with water and wiped it with a tissue.


"But done. Come breakfast. You should take medicine too." He said while holding Val's hand to walk immediately.


A couple adrift of a distant age was enjoying breakfast a plate of both.


"No, don't wear that."


"Abshell."


"Then anyway? I'm not eating."


"Yes. Your man bribed me earlier."


"Judek. Strawberry wants?"


"Can." Mario feeds his wife strawberry pieces.


Finished shower Mario invites Val to walk the road behind so as not to get bored. The man clasped his wife's hand not letting go.


"The son of the phone."


"Look."


"Yes." Yeah."


"Assalamualaik."


"Getishalight."


"What Mom's situation is Dad?"


"Mom is better. It's Mom again the road behind." Val Sahut.


"Oh. Don't get tired Mom."


"Yes." Yeah."


"Udah yes. Daddy close. Assalamualaikum."


" Neylorda."


"Disturb me."


"Daddy is like his own son."


"Belvin. They will also get home and will know about you. Pake call everything."


"The name is also worried."


"Let's go in. We've been walking the road for a long time."


"It's also been 10 minutes. Later first. I still want to."


"Five minutes."


"Ih. Daddy's outrageous."


"Don't be soaked."


"I'm not tired."


"The reception isn't fruitful, Dad?"


"Not the season anymore."


"Oh. In the garden there are fruits that Aya can pick."


"Nothing. Let's go in."


"Let's go first."


"Lake in." Mario pulled his wife's hand by force.


Lunch is just over. Val and her son are gathering in the living room.


"Not exactly the same story as Van."


"What story, dear?" Val asked in the middle of her son's arms


"So Mom had to keep having headaches because of the accident. Van is also Mom's son. Why doesn't Van know."


"Mom doesn't want Van to worry."


"But Van deserves to know."


"Yes I'm sorry."


"Next time no more secrets, Mom."


"Yes." Yeah."


"Daddy feed the fish daritadi is not finished."


"The other one hasn't. You guys are told not to either."


"Not want to. Daddy doesn't believe in us. If Daddy tells us we're not always."


"Yes. You guys like to dig. Later Daddy's expensive fish can die in your hands."


"Daddy don't have a mind to swim in?"


Mario stared at his son in disbelief.


"Why are you asking that?"


"Once Daddy wants to get closer to Daddy's favorite fish."


"Daddy is still sane. No way Daddy's swimming inside."


"yeah. Mom overslept." They complained that Val had fallen asleep on the couch. Mario immediately got off the stairs and confirmed his wife's sleeping position.


"Mom was sleeping."


"Had taken the drowsy medicine."


"Dad. Mom can't make a full recovery, can she?"


"No. Mom can't make a full recovery." Mario said as he rubbed his wife's cheek gently.


"Pity. The pain in his lungs can't recover mom's been suffering again like this."


"It's because of Daddy. Daddy is sorry. If Daddy can replace Mom."


"All Dad's destiny. We want the people we love to be okay. But God has other plans." Ved said while holding Val's hand.