I'm the Forgotten One
Nungguin Daddy's.
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“Gleo, just take my car,” Ny. Daria offered the man, but the man called Gleo refused.
“Why, Mommy? Why is Mommy doing this?” agatha asked for the next time demanding answers and explanations from Ms. Darla.
“Shut! Log into the room now!” answered Ms. Daria resolutely waved her hand towards Agatha's room.
“Mommy never really loved Agatha. Since Mommy busied herself outside, Mommy has changed. And, Agatha thought Mommy was really working, apparently engrossed in two. Doubles from daddy.”
“Don't make Mommy angry at you. It was your attitude like this that made Mommy angry!”
“Akan Agatha reportin same daddy!”
“You threatened Mommy?”
“Yess! That's Mommy tau.”
“Please darling! You think your daddy believes the same what you say?”
“Okay! Mommy just wait.”
“Since when was Mommy afraid of you, baby? Really bad boy!”
Agatha passed by leaving the living room, leaving behind her pacing mommy. Agatha felt herself stalled on a hill surrounded by a dark abyss. Forward wrong, backward wrong, right left wrong. He could have fallen to the bottom of the abyss. Agatha has no evidence of her mother's actions because in the family room is not installed CCTV, let alone remember the daddy is also rare at home.
After reaching the top floor, Agatha looked down again, looking at her mommy who was still pacing back and forth. “Why would Mommy do that in this house?” yell at Mrs. Darla.
“Close your mouth! Be a filial child!” Mrs. Daria then headed to her room. Bi Momon, who had only been able to see and listen from the family dining room, rushed towards Agatha upstairs. The little miss is still on the spot.
“Non, Non okay?” bi Momon asked as he reached Agatha's place with a gasp for climbing dozens of stairs. “This why Non to get soaked gini? Don't tell me to dous with madam? Yaudah, hunting Non change clothes, fear of catching wind.”
Agatha simply shook her head and her eyes glared. “Only Bi Momon cares about me..”.
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Later that night, Agatha did not go to sleep on purpose. He wanted to wait for his daddy to come home, even though the clock on the wall had shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. He faithfully waited while pensively alone in the family room. Bi Momon who originally intended to accompany him, he told him to immediately return to his room, because he did not want Bi Momon sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa. The large television in front of him was only he saw the four of them. Behind the boisterous sound of a flaming television, he faintly heard the roar of his papa car engine entering the garage.
Agatha definitely believed that the one who had just come was her daddy. Agatha looked at the wall, which apparently showed the clock eleven o'clock over thirty minutes, just thirty more minutes into midnight.
Two minutes later we heard footsteps entering the house, Agatha felt tense. How not tense, it has long felt he did not see the face of his daddy. It feels like he is also kangen with the figure of his daddy. If in the morning, the daddy has gone to the office before he wakes up, if the night he has fallen asleep when the daddy comes home, and even often the daddy stays at the office. It all makes their space feel so far away. But tonight he was deliberately waiting for the return of his daddy from the office.
“Why haven't you slept yet, Darling?” greet her daddy when she sees Agatha. The look on Mr. Thomas looks tired. His tie he loosened so that his collar could freely be opened a little.
“Waituin Daddy home,” replied Agatha smiling.
“The announcement is three days ahead again, Dad...”
Without a word, Mr. Thomas then went into his study. Agatha who saw that, only exhaled her breath violently. It was hard to talk to his daddy. Agatha was doubtful whether she would catch up with her daddy to the study or not. It is also impossible that the daddy still has to continue working after returning home this late. If it is true to continue working, Agatha is not out of thought with her daddy. A tired body should be rested, but the night is late.
“Daddy, Daddy's eating? If belom, let Agatha be ready for Daddy...” asked Agatha while standing in the doorway of her daddy's den.
“You still haven't gone to bed too, Agatha?” ask daddy, he's starting to sniff.
The answer from her daddy made Agatha stunned. It feels disappointed if answered with a sniff. “Daddy is still working, huh? Agatha make coffee, will you?”
“Why again, Agatha? It's time to sleep instead of sleeping, even staying up late waiting for Daddy to come home.” His dad started snorting in annoyance. He looked at his son who was still standing in the doorway. “You want to change cars again? Or do you need more money? Not enough monthly allowance that Daddy gives?”
“No, Dad. Agatha just wants to chat with Daddy,” said Agatha calmly. I don't know what got into him so he wasn't as angry as his mommy. Tired of feeling angry but the results remain nil, which there is energy that runs out drained in vain. This time Agatha tried to get sympathy from her daddy. Agatha longed for the harmony of her family as before, not the present. “What's wrong if a child just wants to chat with his Daddy?” Agatha looked at her daddy with a small smile. If you have to pretend that smile.
After asking the question, Agatha passed away from her daddy's study even though she was just standing in the doorway. As she passed away leaving her daddy behind, Agatha thought that this was indeed not the right time to tell about her mommy affair. Perhaps what her mommy said was true that her daddy would not believe her, not even getting sympathy from her daddy.
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On a fairly crowded street, Agatha noticed a passing vehicle, speeding as if competing from behind the window of her car. This view is a familiar sight if the morning, because the traffic flow is very busy and full of frenzy. Starting from a couple of high school children who berboncengan without head protection, the heads of the family drove their three children at once with a motorbike, to a crowded public transportation to make it a little tearing.
Agatha is not only disappointed, but frustrated with everything that has happened to her. Everything that happened to him, as if making the sky collapse and the world felt like doomsday. It feels bad if you have to go out of the house if there is no need. But today he had to go to university just to review his place of study later when he passed the college entrance selection test, which in fact the next three days his announcement will be spread through the website.
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Finished from his prospective university, Agatha looked moody. He's really moody. He drowned himself in the car seat and occasionally watched the city park as his car crossed the area. Remnants of rain that flushed the city still left a mark, soaking the thick paved streets, so as to create a slippery impression if seen. His eyes accidentally saw a group of street children, perhaps the right when seeing the appearance of street children is called punk. This was exactly the same as what he had encountered while leaving school at that time. His hair was braided, half or all, dyeing his hair, wearing earrings only one ear, wearing all-black clothes, wearing gloves, and wearing a riveted belt and chain.
In the middle of his car stopped right at a red light stop, Agatha had counted the number of street children, the number of about ten people. What Agatha saw, three people were busy chatting on the sidewalk, others were still sleeping and some were thrusting hats as a place to hold money from the proceeds of the snack. The two hairy street children braided and dyed approached his car. The one whose hair was braided plays the guitar while singing, and the one whose hair was dyed clapped while carrying a hat.
Mang Judas opened the car window when the two punks were near the car. Agatha asked Mang Judas to give her money, no matter how much it was. They both bowed their bodies in thanks. Agatha who witnessed it, was astonished. They know how to thank you too, he thought. Curious about the punk, when his car darted away from the area, Agatha still noticed them by turning her head back.
“Non, what can you think of when you see those kids?” asked Mang Judas to stop the activities of Agatha who was still looking back.
“Although they are only street children who seem abandoned, but they still have a heart and know how to thank you, Mang,” replied Agatha just like that. Mang Judas simply nodded his head approving of what he said.
“Non want to stop by somewhere or we just go home?”
“Live home, Mang.”
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To be continued…
