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What a shitty day

Trying to be tough

Even with everything that has happened, I still have to continue my life as usual.My heart is actually very broken when I see the condition of my father who is very dear to me is lying weak and helpless.

I did not tell my father's condition to my other friends, I tried to behave as usual, trying to stay strong to accept what happened.

My classmates no one knows the problems I am facing right now, because I am not telling them even to my own friends, because I do not want to make them worry.

Not as usual.Today I missed a warm hug from my father, joking with him, he said, spoiled pampered with him and there are many more habits that I always do with my father who now I can not do, I can only hope his health will improve and can do his activities as usual.

From childhood I was closer to my father than my mother, but I loved them both very much.

My mother once told me that when I was a child, my father often went to Jakarta to find work to get money to meet our needs, but I was often sick while living in my father's house, and my mom called my dad to tell me about my situation.

Then my father decided to go home because he was worried about my situation, and when my father saw my situation I was fine.

"Loh said Anna was sick, she was fine" my father told my mother, with a face full of questions.

"But it was very hot, but do not know why it is not hot anymore" said my mother with a surprised face because when I saw it turned out my heat had gone down.

And it wasn't just once but it happened many times, and it was always like that when my father was away from home, until my father thought that my mother had lied and was just looking for an excuse so that my father could go home.

M**behavior**

Today as usual at night I always go with my friends to the boarding school to follow the night which lasts from 19.00 wib to 20.30 wib.

Today I went to the boarding house with Nuris, Fia, and Difa. The four of us often went together, because our house was close.

We usually gather at his house

Nuris, then after everything had been gathered and we left together to go to the boarding school, we set off on a bicycle, because the boarding school we were heading to was not far from where we lived.

After we finished following the early morning at the boarding school in our village, we usually played together at the house in front of the boarding school, Lala's house, one of our friends, but for today we decided to go straight home.

On our journey as usual filled the streets, because the streets we passed were not too broad and also quiet so we did not line up one, but in tandem, I went with Difa while Fia went with Nuris, but unfortunately the bike I was riding could not be separated from the bike Difa because it was stuck.

"Okay, Different way.The bike can not be separated "

And in the end....

bruuk. because we tried to let go instead we both fell off the bike, and at that time it rained so we got wet from falling on a waterbed.

"Hhhhh, look at that something fell off the bike" it was the sound of some boys not far from us, they laughed when they saw us both falling off the bike.

Very bad nyebelin they, already know there are people falling even in ketawain.

The two of our friends who were in front were instantly shocked after hearing the sound of people falling, and they both looked back.. after seeing what happened they both came straight to us and helped us stand up.

"You're good" they asked at the same time.

"The pain is nothing, but the shame is incredible" I replied to them.

"Yes look at the many guys behind, it's so in the laugh again the same they. are really embarrassed to know not" said Difa who was upset with a guy who had laughed when we were in trouble.

"Yes, too, they are really late, they are laughing over the suffering of others" said Nuris and Fia who were also upset.

Then after we both stood up, we immediately continued our journey to return to our homes.

We did not dare to look back because we were ashamed and very upset with the people who had laughed at us, they were some boys who were our age ... they were assigned to guard our post and the security of our village.

Arriving at home I did not pass through the front door, but the door is in the back because my clothes are wet so I don't want to dirty the house because that's why I went through the back door to go straight to the bathroom, after cleaning my body, I came out of the bathroom and there was already a big brother waiting for me to come out.

"What's the matter, why are you going through the back door ?"asked my brother with a worried face.

"No papa kok brother I was just raining, so I went through the back door because my clothes were wet" said I lied because I did not want to make him worry.

"O. yaudah if so, now you immediately change your clothes so that later you do not catch a cold" said my brother.

"Yes, I also want to take clothes inside" I replied as I stepped into the house.

I don't want to add to my brother's worries, because I know for sure my brother will be worried when he finds out that I fell off the bike.. plus my father is now sick so I don't want to add to the burden of their minds.