It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

Past Times

That night Mr. Rendra was still faithful waiting for the arrival of his son on the porch of his house.

"Mom, what time does Aksa usually come home?" ask Mr. Rendra to Miss Diana who just came out of the house.

"At 10 am I usually go home. If you do not go home, it means Aksa obeyed Dad's word not to go home." To be honest, Diana was still upset by her husband's remarks to her son. He now presses his phone to call Aksara number via whatsapp. Just call on and don't ring. "Aren't active?" Then try to call his mobile number which is only answered by the operator. "Hp is inactive. Son, it's almost midnight." Miss Diana was so worried that she couldn't sleep that night.

"Maybe sleep in a cafe. Just take him there.."

Diana looked at her husband. "Dad want to fight also in people's cafes? Tomorrow let me call the cafe. I'm sleeping now it's night. Next time think about talking to a kid." Diana went back inside the house.

Mr. Rendra was still sitting on his porch. A long sigh repeatedly blew from his nose.

Regretting..

Yeah, that's how he feels now. He should not have kicked his son out of the house.

...***...

That afternoon, Aksara actually worked at the cafe. Even since morning. He's not going to college. He wanted to calm his mind first.

"Aksa!" call Alvin.

Aksara walked over to his boss.

"Go to the office for a minute."

Aksara nodded and followed Alvin into the office. They sat opposite the office desk.

"You stayed here last night?"

The characters just nodded.

"What's the problem? Tumben didn't come home?"

Aksara just fell silent. He wanted to tell his boss his problem but he didn't know where to start.

"Aksa, a few times your parents called the office. They want you to go home" Alvin said. Previously he had already received three incoming calls from Aksa's mother and also his father. Inquire the whereabouts of his son and do not forget to send a message so that Aksara immediately home.

Aksara shook her head slowly. "I was expelled the same boss' father."

"Loh, why? You wrong?" ask Alvin. He was quite surprised as well. As far as he knew this Aksara was not the type of dissident child, he had never done anything bad either.

"I lied to Dad. I said that I went to literature school but it turned out that I went to music school. Something that Dad strictly forbids. I myself do not know clearly why Dad forbade me to achieve the goal of becoming a pianist."

Alvin smiled slightly while shaking his head. He was familiar with the young soul of the burning Aksara. "Your father did not seriously throw you out. No parent has the child not come home."

"I know this is a difficult choice for you. Between having to maintain ideals or filial piety in parents. But you better talk to your dad again. You should know, parental support is like a foundation. So it is like you build a big and luxurious house though but if without a strong foundation when there is a crashing wind will certainly immediately collapse."

The script slightly nodded. This boss is indeed great, not only successful at a young age but can also give encouragement to his men who are losing direction.

"You go home now. No need to go to the cafe again. Tomorrow's just noon."

Aksara nodded his head. "Thank you boss. Excuse me first."

"Yes." Yeah."

After that Aksara came out of the office. He was actually still hesitant, between having to go home or not. He still has no guts. He's still worried. What if his father would continue to ban him?

One breath to strengthen his heart. After picking up his jacket and bag, Aksara came out of the cafe. He now wears his helmet and rides his bike. A few moments later the Aksara motor has been driven. This time he came home with a bad feeling.

Before long Aksara had arrived in front of his alley. He got down and led his bike into the alley. There is no friendly smile to greet the neighbors who just pass by or sit on the porch of the house. Yesterday when he had a fight with his father, whether anyone heard it or not, the neighbors.

Aksara put his motorbike into the small terrace of his house. His smile immediately rose on his mother's lips.

"Aksa, you're finally home, son. I'm so worried about you."

Aksara walked over and kissed her mother's hand. Then he looked at his father who was standing next to his mother. They look at each other. The two people who are like betel are split in two until the likes and traits of the same are still silent.

"You guys talk good. I don't want any more fathers fighting with their children just because of something like this." After that, Diana passed.

"Sorry Aksa, Father." said Aksara. As a child he should be able to suppress his ego. He had to remember various messages from his close people like Nada and his boss.

"Dad who apologized to you. If you hadn't been so selfish, you wouldn't be lying either." One pat landed on Aksara's shoulder. A smile that greatly calmed the soul expanded on his face. "Dad will tell you all of Daddy's past with you." Mr. Rendra took his son into the house. They sit side by side.

Alksara. He put his ears up to hear the story from his father.

"Actually Dad used to have the same ideals as you. I want to be a great pianist too. Whenever there's a competition, I'm always in."

Aksara remembered again with an article on google that he had been looking for but he forgot until now he was not looking anymore. "Dad always wins?"

Mr. Rendra nodded his head. "Until one day, Dad qualified for the competition at the grammy award. One more step away the dream will come true. But suddenly Dad's name was crossed off from Indonesian candidates just because Dad did not have his own facilities to go abroad. Even though Dad had been trying to finance the trip himself. They still do not accept any reason. And the most painful thing when I found out who replaced Dad was the son of the campus owner. Though Dad knew he didn't qualify for the final competition. It's not fair, is it? Just because he has money can get away with it. Plus what makes Dad very disappointed, he's Dad's best friend. He's so willing to take Daddy's dream."

"Friendly Dad?"

Mr. Rendra nodded his head. "We fought together. But he ended up taking the instant because his family had money and standing. Since then, I've been very disappointed with the campus. Dad did not continue to study there because the scholarship was suddenly also revoked. Father was frustrated until he no longer had the spirit of life." A long strand now blows from Mr. Rendra's nose. "Even now our family life is still difficult like this. I also don't understand, why you still can't get to grips with that incident."

"Yes, Aksa now understands. But what's Dad's best friend's name?"

"Straight Wiratno..."