I'm the Unacknowledged

Like Father Like Son's

"Where are you going, son?" reprimand Pak Budi when he heard Miki say goodbye.

"I want to go to class to clean up the school equipment" Miki replied, flat.

"Be polite to parents, Miki! We have not all disbanded. Is it polite for you to just walk away when the meeting isn't over?" bela reprimands when she sees Miki whose behavior is unusual as a 4th grade Elementary child.

"Freely you reprimand the child, Jeng. His parents never taught him manners. Therefore his attitude to adults is not polite," said Mrs Gita.

Argha's face flushed with anger. He also got out of the chair.

"It seems like there's nothing more to talk about, Mr. Principal. My son has accepted your decision. With all due respect, we'll excuse you!" continued Argha.

Mr. Budi just flinch when he sees the boy and the father coming out of his room.

"Hmm, like father like son," muttered Mr. Budi, staring at the backs of two different generations until it disappeared from behind the door of the office space.

Outside the school principal's room.

"Wait, Miki!" argha shouted as he saw Miki about to turn towards the classroom corridor.

The little boy stopped his steps. However, he had absolutely no intention of turning his head to the person who had called him.

Seeing Miki's attitude like that, Argha relented. He then approached Miki.

"We go home together. Wait for you in the parking lot" said Argha.

In front of others, he calls himself Papa. However, while only facing the two of them, he calls himself Om. What a perfect hypocrite! Miki snorted in annoyance in her heart.

"Do you hear me, Boy?" argha asked who broke Miki's daydream.

"Up to you!" reply Miki while returning to his class.

Argha sighed looking at Miki's foolish attitude. Even though the boy had just received punishment. However, it seemed that the punishment did not affect him too much.

Cait, Bram. The nature of your child is not much different from your self. The saying that the fruit fell not far from the tree is true, the inner Argha while staring at Miki's back which is getting smaller

Like father like son, that's the exact saying for Miki and Bram. At least that's what Argha's mind has. A flash of High School memories flashed back in Argha's memory.

"Listen, Bramantyo! I will punish you if you still repeat your actions," said Ms. Nanda who was angry because again she got a report about the mischief done by Bram.

Punish, Mom. I don't care. As long as they disturb the weak women, during that time I will break their fingers, Bram replied as he passed away.

"Hmm, I'm sure that Miki has a good reason to kick her upperclassman. But Miki's reply was not a commendable act either. Better, I'll try to talk to him tonight" murmured Argha.

After seeing her adopted son disappear from the end of the corridor, Argha stepped foot into the parking lot. Arriving there, he opened the car door and started the engine. A moment later, Argha drove up his car and stopped not far from the school entrance.

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I don't know why today the Princess is so fussy. Gintani himself until made to stroke the chest when looking at his daughter's behavior.

"Why Princess, Min?" gintani asked his daughter's nanny.

"So morning, Non Putri wanted to follow the children of neighbors who want to go to school, Mom. But I forbid it. Maybe that's why Non-Daughter is so fussy," reported Mina.

"Astaghfirullah, Deck. It can't be like that, son. Those brothers, they want to go to school, not play. So the Princess can't bother them" said Gintani, trying to give understanding to the three-year-old girl.

"What school is that, Ma?" ask Princess.

"The school is a place to study. So that we become people who benefit our parents, society, religion, and our country" said Gintani.

"Oh, let's be smart, Ma," said the Princess.

"Well, that's Princess knows," replied Gintani.

"If so, the Princess also wants to go to school with the brothers earlier. Can you, right?" princess Pinta.

"May ya Ma, huh?" birthday Princess.

"Yes, Son. But then yes, after the age of this Princess!" gintani said while showing his five fingers.

"One ... two .. three ... four ... five .... "

The princess counted her five fingers. His forehead frowned slightly, a sign that he did not understand his mother's words.

"Ma, when did the Princess become five?" ask Princess.

"Later, Honey. Waiting twice we made a pilgrimage to the tomb of grandfather and grandmother bang Dendi. After that, the Princess was only five years old" said Gintani.

The princess pursed her lips when she found out if it was a long time. Hmm, for one pilgrimage, the Princess had to wait a long time. Especially twice the pilgrimage, thought the Princess.

"No need ah! Pilgrimage to eating grandpa bang Dendi, it's been a long time. Princess does not want to! Anyway, Princess wants her school tomorrow. Point!"

The princess shouted while going to the room. The call of Gintani and Mina was not ignored.

"Ish, Mom. Non-Daughter must look like her father, yes. If you have a wish, you must fulfill that day. It's so different from the attitude of Mom who is relaxed and patient," said Mina unconsciously comparing the two parents of her foster daughter.

Gintani was a little surprised to hear the words of her babysitter. However, he did not deny, if the attitude of the Princess was exactly the same as Argha when he wanted something.

Oh my God .. why should such a gene fall dominant in the Princess? Hmm, the falling fruit is indeed not far from the tree, inner Gintani.

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Wh-tok-tok!

Argha knocked quietly on Miki's room door. "Can Om come in?" tanyakanya.

There is no confirmation from inside the room. A few seconds later, the door opened.

Miki returned to her computer desk after opening the door. Argha followed from behind.

"What are you working on?" ask Argha.

"You have eyes, right? So you can see what I'm working on" said Miki flatly.

Are there no useful questions? miki's inner snorting was annoyed.

Argha pulled up Miki's study desk chair and placed it next to the computer desk. He then sat down while folding both his hands on his chest. His eyes seemed to not blink when he saw Miki's agility in fiddling with his computer. Ish, it could be a good hacker if his ability is honed, inner Argha.

"Ki, can Om talk to you?" argha asked after a long time they were silent to each other.

"Do I have the right to forbid you to speak?" Miki asked without taking her eyes off the computer screen.

Argha sighed. Again, quite a striking question he got from the late son of Ilona. Jesus, what did you eat when you were at the parlor? Argha was monologuing in his heart.

"What happened at school, Ki? Om sure, there must be a strong reason why you did all that. We have one roof, Ki. If there is a problem, you can tell the same story. So that Om can help you," said Argha.

"Huh that's right, even you yourself can never solve your problems. How could you possibly help my problem. Never mind, don't be so smart. I can take care of myself. In the slightest I don't need your help," Miki explained at length.

"But, Ki ...."

"If there's nothing to talk about anymore, please get out of my room!" Miki cast out Argha subtly, but quite decisively.

Oh, my God .. your son's behavior, Bram. Same with you!

Again Argha grumbled in his heart. It felt, he was already caught off guard against Miki's indifferent attitude.

Satisfied in his heart, Argha left Miki's room.