Girl For President

A Bad Night

"Well, Mother has mortgaged this house only for her son who usually only eats sleep," cried Anjani while trying to beat his half-brother who was hiding behind his stepmother. Andri held Anjani's body tightly so as not to rampage at the Eagle.

"We didn't mean to waste the money, it was just that Eagle wanted to invest in one of the companies not to know that the person he believed was leaving" Cindy said in tears.

"I can't believe he must have just spent that money with his friends."

"So, really I put all that money to invest, I don't know if it even makes us lose a lot" explained Eagle holding his mother's sleeve.

"You're that, stupid, debt-for-money investment bodong, how can we pay it off to the bank?" anjani's wrath.

"I really didn't think things would go like this" said the Eagle, feeling guilty.

"You can't think because your job is to eat only sleep and make the burden of your life!" anjani Maki.

"Anjani!" shouted Andri. "They're your sister and your mother?"

"Why do you always defend them. I'm your son, not them. Is it because you hate me so much that you hate me anyway?"

"Anjani appreciates them," cried Andri as he raised his hand to the child's face but stopped from touching him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way!"

"Dad you can't do that to your daughter" cried Cindy holding her husband's hand.

"You wish you happiness that Dad did this to me, you know what you're doing out there to make money?"

Cindy shook her head while wiping the liquid from her nose.

"He worked as a hauler in the market."

"Dad," call Cindy and the Eagle together.

"Didn't Dad work as the head of marketing at the supermarket," Cindy looked up at her husband.

Anjani then takes her father's motor contact and walks to the motorbike and picks up the plastic package from inside the trunk of the motorbike. He walked back into the house.

"Don't Anjani, I beg you" Andri asked his son not to tell his family about the work he had been hiding.

"Let them know how hard dad works for them. Let them think that without hard work we won't eat, let them appreciate my father's struggle to buy this house," anjani wrath while opening the plastic bag that shows dirty clothes full of sand and cement owned by Andri.

"Anjan! Please cherish your mother and brother" cried Andri.

"He's not my brother and he's not my mother" shouted Anjani loudly, as he retreated.

Plaque!

"Why do you always defend them. I'm your family not them!" exciting Anjani.

"If it's like this I'd better get out of this house. Please be happy with this family without me" he added, going to the room and arranging his clothes.

"Anjani forgive your father," Cindy said, following wherever Anjani steps.

"Don't pretend to be nice in front of me to the fact you always make me and Dad fight."

"For the sake of Lord Anjani I want our family to be happy" said Cindy holding the hand of Anjani who was covering a suitcase full of clothes.

"Let him go, ma'am" Andri said.

"Well, she's my daughter, too" Cindy said.

"He doesn't consider you the mother who raised him all this time. Let her go with her wrong thoughts, "Cindy then rubbed her tearful face with her sleeves.

"Anja, don't go!" prevent the Eagle from holding Anjani's suitcase. "I promise that from tomorrow I'll find a job and pay the money to get this house back to us, but I beg you not to leave!"

"Too late! Take care of Dad," said Anjani then left the house feeling devastated. All he knew was that his father always defended his mother who was a debtor and his half-brother who just played and slept. While Dad always scolded him when protesting the actions of the two people. He is his biological child who must always be defended instead of scolded, Anjani's inner disappointment. This feels unfair to him.

Did you do that because you hate your mother? All she knew was that Cindy's mother seduced her father so that his birth mother left him from the baby.

***

"Tirta .. ," called Abhimanyu to his son who was playing a game in his room. The one called out did not listen because his ears were covered in headphones.

Abhimanyu then pulled the headphones. Bayu just looked at his father by shrugging his shoulders. As if asking what is it?

Abhimanyu took Tirta's cell phone.

"Your homeroom teacher said that you rarely do schoolwork. I ask you to start today with your duties, if you do not do the teacher's orders this week then you will be forced to confiscate the money and motorbike you use to travel. If you want enough school delivered by the driver."

"Well, you can't do that" Bayu said objecting.

"No, this is Dad's decision. I don't want you to back down because of your laziness. You used to be a class champion but now your grades are falling apart. It's a burden on my mind."

"It used to be when there was a mother, now there is no mother and Dad is always busy with work just never pay attention to us, for our father is just a burden like that, right?"

"Dad didn't mean it that way, I mean you came back like you used to be a submissive child and always achievers."

"Why if I don't do well will you be ashamed of your friends?" lirih Bayu's.

"Wood!" abhimanyu shouted furiously at his son's words.

Pranks!

"Oh my God, Earth, Tirta you broke Oma's beloved urn that Oma bought from China. It was an antique jar worth hundreds of millions of rupiah" cried Oma Citra from downstairs.

Abhimanyu who heard the commotion then stopped his words.

''Now complete your schoolwork, take your phone again tomorrow if all the tasks are done otherwise this phone will continue to confiscate you until you change" Abhimanyu said as he walked away. Abhimanyu looked at Bayu's shadow acting like it was about to hit him from behind. He then turned his head to make the baby lower his hands behind his ears acting like he was about to scratch his head. Abhimanyu shook his head.

Abhimanyu then went downstairs to see the chaos.

"Oh, oh, my brother is dizzy to see your son's behavior, it's an antique urn found on the bottom of the Indian Ocean and your grandfather bought it for me, I've been taking good care of him all this time but your son ... oh... she .. I don't know what to say?"

Abhimanyu saw fragments of urns scattered on the floor. He took a breath and looked at his two children with a sharp look.

"It's not our fault, Dad, it's Oma's fault" said Tirta and Bumi.

The image rounded his mouth. This little boy is accusing him.

"You little ghosts why blame Oma for your own mistakes" Citra exclaimed in annoyance at her step-grandson.

"We were playing a chase and Oma was blocking us, we dodged but accidentally touched the urn and it happened" Tirta said.

"Well, correct them wrong" Citra said as she folded her arms around her smiling chest triumphantly.

"Oma is wrong if Oma doesn't block us and will catch us, the urn won't break."

"Tirta, Bumi," exasperated Abhimanyu but was held to his full strength.

"Kayla life without you is so hard for me. Taking care of three children is not as easy as it seems. Is there a woman like you who will give love and affection to our children, if there is then I will pursue her even to the ends of the world." - Abhimanyu-