Lord, Accept My Repentance

Give a Chance

"You go home with me, Dad" asked Dad when we were done with the police.

"G-"

"May Om if you don't take it," Farhan cut quickly as my mouth wanted to put out a word of rejection for his invitation.

I breathed heavily and was forced into Dad's car, "Nazwa is with Mama in the back, yes," Dad told me, who arranged the seat.

When again and again I want to refuse, Farhan back act. He went to the bench next to the driver when we were still outside.

"No need!" I was determined when Dad wanted to open the door for me to enter. I went in by myself and slammed the car door a little hard.

On the way, I only listened to Father Farhan's talk. At that time, I remember how angry Farhan was when Dad slapped me.

Then now? He even looked so familiar to Dad.

"Ehem!" dehem the woman beside me. I glanced at him with my chest crossed.

"Mmc ... Nazwa, you still homeschooling?" my stepmom asked to open a conversation between us.

"Hm!" short as an answer. I still can't take it and I don't know when I don't know.

"We'll stop by to eat first, yuk!" take Dad when intending to take us to one of the malls

"No need, Mama's cooking for us. I'm so glad we didn't eat with him!" cut me off quickly when I saw Farhan was about to make a sound out of the rearview mirror.

She turned to look at me, glancing at the stepmother who might feel sad for not being able to eat with me.

"Mm .. well, I'll take you home then," broke up Dad who seemed tired of persuading me.

"That's better," I said making Farhan shake his head and sit back on his stool quietly.

We arrived in front of the fence of the house Mama, the car was not included because it would make a complicated course. Better just stay ahead. Anyway, he's not gonna see you, is he?

"Come, stop by Om and Auntie!" farhan exclaimed in a friendly manner that made me round my eyes looking at the man.

Chequek!

The door opened and showed Mama who seemed to have been waiting for our return from earlier.

'Once this is done, Mama will surely invite them also to come inside, ' my mind snorted in annoyance.

"Eh, there's a guest turned out. Let's go in first, all of us have lunch together," invited Mama who always acts like an angel.

I looked towards Mama, My father and stepmother glanced at me. Perhaps, they intended to ask with that gaze.

Whether I gave them permission to enter or not, I gawked away from them and entered the house first.

While in the room to change clothes, I heard from the outside a voice that seemed like they had decided to enter.

An upset face is certainly on my face at this time, I decided to stay in the room more precisely on the edge of the bed while having a chest.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Who?" I stared at the door that was closed.

"Why what?"

"Can Dad come in? I want to tell you a little bit," explained Dad who made me flinch for a while.

Kuhela breathed rough and decided to open the door, "What's the matter?" I just stared in the other direction.

"Dad can come in?"

I shut up and left himself first to sit on the edge of my bed, Dad came in with a breath.

Maybe, so that he can be patient later in talking to me. The door was not closed by Dad, he walked sitting beside me even with a considerable distance.

"Nazwa ..," call Dad for the first time so gently and quietly. I looked at him by raising one eyebrow.

"Dad knows, if I'm wrong with you. Father is cruel, Father is outrageous and others. You can also berate me.

Or ... If you want, you can slap Dad back like I slapped you, scolded you and insulted you.

If you say that man is a place of caliphate and wrong, you will definitely deny that and that sentence you will say shelter from your cruel deeds.

After this, I'll never give up on getting your forgiveness. In fact, if you have to kowtow at your feet, I will do this to get that apology.

I'm not a good father, I know that. Dad ... is not the first love figure that people say, I admit it.

There's nothing to be proud of from Dad. However, one that you should always remember and understand.

That ... Dad is still your father, your blood runs through your body. No Dad then no you.

Sorry .. just sorry I expected from you, sorry and take back Dad in your life. Returning to be Daddy's daughter, this time I'll treat you like Daddy's little daughter.

Everyone has done something wrong and certainly hope to be forgiven, that's what I'm doing now. Wishing to be forgiven by yourself," Dad made me look at him.

Is this really my father? Or even someone else? Is this just a dream? If, yes, please do not wake me so that this dream does not disappear immediately.

Tears dripped as my eyelids closed for a while, I never believed everything Dad said.

The step of someone entering this room made my eyes also Dad looked at the person.

My stepmother walked in with sadness, maybe she had heard our conversation from the beginning until I was as silent as I am now.

Mama was sitting in our midst, me and Dad didn't have to shift to give her space because our distance was so far.

My stepmother immediately grabbed my body, for quite a while she sobbed and I felt my back dress get a little wet.

I did not return at all his embrace until he finally realized that it was beautiful, "Sorry, I'm sorry Mama," he said stammered and looked at me.

I was still shaking, she wiped away the tears and looked at me, "I'm sorry Mama all this time, maybe it's all too sudden for you. Mom is suddenly present in your life and family.

Maybe, Mama's son is wrong with you too. I'm sorry, Mama wants to make up for all that while there's time.

Mama wants to love you like your own biological child, Mama wants to take care of and love you Nazwa.

Give Mama that chance, give Mama a chance to feel the feeling of having a child again," said Mama sad with sparkling eyes.

"Mama?" I repeat the sentence himself. He glanced at me for a moment.

"Eh, I mean Auntie," said my stepmom who probably felt bad because she was presumptuous and too hopeful I called herself Mama.