Lord, Accept My Repentance

Slap Back

As soon as my quota is turned on, message after message input to my mobile phone that is more in the contents of my group.

[Later to gather tonight, will you?]

[Gather dong!]

[Where's queen, huh?]

[Queen, get together, right?]

I took a slow breath and started typing messages to send to my chat room.

[Sorry, Guys! Can't get together tonight, because there's business.]

[Yeah .. would, deserted dong.]

[Wkwkwk, next time, okay?!]

[Snake!]

Brak ...!

The door on the break made me shocked, immediately got up from the seat and put down the original phone.

I saw that Dad was not far from the door with a clenched hand and a hardened jaw.

Mama, Abang and Farhan had gone out to the living room to look at Father.

"Sorry, what's up, huh, Om?" tanya Farhan opened the conversation because she was confused by what happened.

Mama's face immediately pale from shock at what happened while Abang Farhan frowned his brow confused.

Dad walked over to me while I just stared confused at what was happening to him.

Plaque!

One slap hit my smooth cheek, I was briefly silent with hair that was immediately messy because of the slap made.

"Om, what's wrong? Why the fuck did Nazwa slap?!"

I lifted my head and looked at Father, I took a moment to relieve the pain I was feeling.

After that, two women in a hurry ran into the house. One woman held my arm while crying.

"What did you do to make her cry?"

I was silent, screeching and staring intently at the boy. He was playing with me as it turned out.

"Java!" dad snapped back which I glanced at made Mama close her eyes.

"What did I make? He's alive, if he's dead maybe I'll make it!" I relaxed towards Dad.

"You ...," growled Father by walking back towards me.

"What's? You want to slap me again? Comeing! Isn't my cheek used to be Dad's and Mom's slap?" ask me to challenge.

His son kept crying and held Dad's hand so he wouldn't come near and slap me on the cheek.

I walked firmly towards them, I stared intently at the woman who had once been my best friend.

"What did you say to this guy that he slapped me, huh?" I shouted in front of him.

He shook his head, "I-I didn't say anything. Papa just misunderstood," he answered looking up at Dad.

Dad knitted his eyebrows, instantly his face changed from the one that was so angry with me.

"What do you mean, honey?" ask her so gently.

Hmh!

I'd love to spit them out and kick them all out of this house. However, whatever power I just hitchhiked.

"I-I was decided by my girlfriend Pa. I don't know what's wrong with me, he just decides me" he replied hoarsely.

Plaque!

One slap I gave back to my father's favorite son, the woman fell for what I did.

The middle-aged woman who had the title of her Mama was shocked as well as the Father who was beside her.

I immediately retreated and stared intently at them, Dad looked at me with hatred as well as a sense of wanting to exterminate me like that.

"Don't mind you my father, as your heart treats me, huh! What do you think I am? Your pissing-off place?

I've never been afraid of you! Don't you think by giving me everything I'll submit to you!

Hmh!

Living without your money I can!" I was so strong with a voice so high. I can assure you after this I will definitely cough.

I left them all and went into the room, actually I was afraid also if Dad back slapped or even hit me.

As a result of I slapped the stepson of his birth child's taste, it could be exhausted my body which is already thin.

In the room, I immediately looked for the blue medicine I bought at the pharmacy with cotton. I gave the blue medicine to the cotton and gave it to my cheek which was already turning blue.

"Awww," I whispered unconsciously there were already tears dripping down.

Am I weak? Oh, come! This is really painful, not only the physical that was beaten by Dad but also my inner self.

Intention to treat your cheek is gone, I cry so much that even a hiccup.

Suddenly the sound of the door opening made me startled and immediately looked up, Mama ran while holding my body.

Indeed, when I went into the room. The debate continued who it was with who, his voice indistinct in my ears.

Scroll towards the door, there was already Farhan and his brother looking towards us in the doorway of my room.

Mama took off a hug and cupped my face, "Aww...a sick Ma," I said grimly withstanding the pain of Mama touching my cheek.

"Eh, sorry dear. Mama unintentionally," said Mama guiltily.

I smiled and shook my head, and I saw that there was a clear grain coming down from his shady eyes.

My hands stretched out to erase his tracks, "Mama don't have to cry, I don't papa, really. This is the usual thing I get, do not know if the woman was hehehe," I said with a cry.

"We moved out of this house, yeah. You stay with Mama, do not need to be here," asked Mama with a soft voice.

I stared at the remaining doorway of the two of them, a small nod given by the two people to me.

I turned my gaze back to Mama who was still sobbing looking at my current situation.

"Indeed, I'm not repotin' Mama?" ask me carefully.

"Dear, you don't have any nicotine at all. We're leaving right now, yeah. You pack your things and then let Farhan return the keys to the house and the motorbike you brought."

"No Ma, let me give this facility back to Dad, please," cut me fast who wants to make him know that the child who can not be arranged is also wayward there are still people who want to accommodate it.

"Let me be with you" said Farhan, who would not be silent.

"Mama help treat the former slap, yes," said Mama and I replied with a nod.

"Aw ... Slow down Ma," I said, holding Mama's wrist.

So painful it feels when the cotton is slightly pressed into my cheek that has just received poor treatment.

Farhan and his brother left the threshold after hearing the ringing and groaning from my lips that I had not made up.

After treating my cheeks, Mama helped me to get some clothes. I almost forgot that there was a gift for Mama that I put in the closet.

"Eh, it's Ma. Let me just go on, Mama's sorted out, too" cut me up while holding the last closet door.

"Yaudah, hurry, yes," said Mama and I called quickly.