Forbidden Senior

Part Four | Trust

"Sister. Brother?" Mother knocked on the door from outside.

"Yes, Bun."

"Udah malem, Brother. Let's eat together," take Mother.

"Yes Bun."

I keep my phone on the nightstand. Next I went down the bed to face Mother who was standing behind the door. Mother's face is getting tired as if many thoughts are raging in her head.

"What's this, Bun?" I always wondered about the delicious Mother's cooking.

Mother smiled. "Pour favorite food. Vegetable asem same fried shrimp flour." Answer Mother.

"That's delicious. I will definitely add rice. Failed to diet." My complaint is trying to line the steps of Mother who went down the stairs.

"It's a little bit like that." Mother gave advice.

"Gak afdol tastes when you eat a little. This is Mother Loh who cooks. My favorite chef. Every dish is always successful so that you can not stop eating starting the first feed."

Mother gently stroked my hair. "I can't do it."

"Truly Mother. If Mommy goes to MasterChef, she'll win." I'm fiery.

"Yes. Definitely bagging the ranking in the last order." Mom then we both laughed.

We reached the dining table that served my favorite dishes. But, there was one thing that ruined this happy atmosphere. The presence of an absent father. For two months I felt no presence. I feel like there is one side in me that is empty and empty.

"Mother, you're not home yet?" Me ask carefully. Dad's topic is too sensitive in our family.

"Sister, can you please call Shania. We eat together." Mother said to divert the conversation.

"Bun ..."

"Shania likes to eat alone in the room. That child increasingly runyam increasingly his attitude. Eat like alone, rarely holy, even rarely speak if Mother chat." Mother who again diverts the conversation.

"Why Shania, sister?"

I heard Mother's voice trembling with sadness. As the eldest child I should not bring up things that are inappropriate to be a topic of conversation. Lately the topic of fathers in our family is a little sensitive.

The corner of my eye caught the movement of Mother was wiping her face. I can see her red eyes. There are eye bags there too. As I feel right now about my father's departure, it seems like Mother is sadder than I thought. In fact, I can see if Mother's cheeks are getting thinner and thinner. Why did I just realize it? Where have I been all this time?

Ah, I'm less sensitive.

"I call you first, Bun, Shanienya." I half ran.

Before I turn towards the living room, I take a moment to look at Mother who is pensive at the dining table. Pilu already my heart saw Mother crying restrained. He sniffled in his place. I squeezed out my heart that hurt like it was sliced into pieces.

I'm really a stupid brother.

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Shania was on her back while playing her phone. The sound of loud gunfire deliberately he bumbar to fill his bedroom. The longer the gunshot after gunshot really messed with my ears.

I approached him on the bed. Beside his body scattered packets of snacks that just stung without wanting to be cleaned. Under his body was also. I saw the clothes he was wearing like yesterday's clothes. Can Shania take care of herself?

My initiative picked up her clothes lying everywhere. The floor of this room is already full of trash and***** its whining. My nose also felt a smell that I was really not wearing. This is the girls room of an ancient human episode.

"Shania, your room is a mess."

Shania who just realized my existence looked at me for a while then focused again on the game being played. I just massaged my chest seeing her response to me. Totally apathetic.

"What's your business, brother?" He was still busy with his game.

"Tumbens?" Hers still don't look at me.

I put those dirty clothes in his basket. "The oath stinks." An unpleasant smell came out from behind the dirty clothes.

"It's disgust not to be forced." Sinisnya.

"You're still okay here from the smell of your underarms." My laughter went on the air followed by Shania's plot to hit me.

"Lo calm down, brother. I will not wear my clothes as rich as mine." Kania turned off her phone after the sound of a chicken dinner. He helped me clean up his room.

"Your clothes are safe hanging sweetly in my closet." The point leads to a large wooden cabinet next to the bathroom door.

Iopenit. This big empty closet contains no clothes except my hoodie and his proud school basketball jersey. Understandably, she is the chairman of the women's basketball team who won several matches.

After everything was neat I positioned my body facing him. We sat together on the bed in the shoes of the American pride basketball club. I grabbed my phone for a while so we could have a serious conversation.

"Shanala Shania Rahmadi, you listen I want to talk seriously with you," I mengultimatumnya first.

He just nodded lazily. His hand was about to grab the earbuds that were beside him but I snapped immediately.

"Look easy, brother." Slothfully.

I looked at him sharply. "Serious cave. It has to do with dad."

"Ngapain heck you talkin' rich damned people that. I'm males." His protest rose towards the doorknob.

My hand prevented his departure. "Serious cave. Sit down first we speak this matter?"

"Make what?" Shania screamed in front of my face.

"What are we busy doing for that person. MAKE WHAT?" This time his voice was a few octaves.

"He's our father. Brother needs to talk"

"Taste, brother." Cut it. "Lo is my brother but for this matter I'm missing the same respect lo." Shania flicked my hand about to leave.

I held him for the second time. "Shan shan shuffled me-"

"Enough, Brother. I'm going to debate you." Said defy me.

"Is that really that bad our father?"

"Evil. Banget. He hurt me too to hug Mother." Shania's face turned grim. Her voice choked.

Why are Mother and Shania's reactions so dramatic?

"What's wrong with you?"

"Or my feelings or you who pretend to lose memory and then deceive yourself."

Shania disappeared into the door.

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NB: How do you feel when your family is hit by a disaster. For example, there is your mother or father who is bickering so. uh continue to spread it to all members of his family.

I can't imagine how tired it is to be Kania. On the one hand he is also human so surely feels sad when his father does not return home. However, on the other hand he also had to be strong for being the first child. It should be a family shield. Well confused

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