Married to My Own Gus
#married to my own Gus
Introduce my name Nanda Putri, commonly called Nanda a girl tengil, sok saucy, emang sakep si, white mulua, clean face bright, tall all-round, slim, but a little crazy maybe, hehehe
My father was a health worker in a small village in the Bantul area, maybe Dad was a little embarrassed to have a Tiny Son like me, but I know he was very affectionate to me, even his affection was too, making me a little fed up.
"Eat that wash your hands first, read do'a, it's so big that's still rich' Little boy Nda?" Dad looked at me in wonder, maybe for him the only daughter but could not cook, did not want to wash, swept all done Dad, yes My father who did all the work of a wife.
do you know where my mom is? she's been dead since I was nine years old, Mom died giving birth to her second child, My sister.but my mother and sister have not survived, they both died.
At first, Dad never told me to do the tasks of the woman, maybe because Dad felt sorry for me, but that's why I'm not used to doing everything, so I'm a lazy girl.
Since the death of my mother, I don't want to marry again, I know Dad is very good with Mom, I also love Mom very much but even so I also want to have a new Mother like my friends, I also want to have a new Mother, there's a longing for a Mother, but I'm also afraid, I think yes if my Stepmother is good, or not? masa' ya I got a cruel Stepmother, like Stepmother in the story of Cinderella, just imagine it I'm afraid, Amit-amit lest I experience it, Aamiin O God.
My father is quite a person of honor, his face is also handsome, still looks very handsome as a young village Mr. Mantri, must be many women who want to be his wife, but Dad does not want to marry again, he said, maybe Dad was afraid that if Dad got married I would be wasted or maybe because Dad loved my mom so much, or indeed because of both
Since childhood my father was very kind to me and my mother, loving and caring to the family, skillful, responsible, and generous with a smile, I always saw his eyes always sparkling with joy.
I'm so spoiled Dad, whatever I want will always be followed by Dad, there is no rejection at all in my life, all seems to go according to my expectations and thoughts.
The departure of Mother, the woman I love so much makes me feel in a bad situation, even though Dad is always there with all his goodness, which I sometimes think is too excessive, but somehow I feel my world is normal, just plain, all of Dad's attention and affection bore me a little, I started to make contact with everything Dad was directing, when Dad told me to go to school I was in an obscure direction, when Dad told me to go les njai, I ran away from home.
"Dad only has Nanda, Dad has no one, why is Nanda so, Nanda is always late to school and often truant, when I want Nanda can teach even Nanda run away, please Father Nda...change" Father stroked my hair lovingly, there was warmth there, I saw tears coming out of his eyes but I don't know why I feel guilty at all.
"Dad wishes you had changed" Father said to me by wiping his tears as he passed leaving Me alone in front of the living room
"Daddy's affection for Nda can certainly feel, you are also not a child anymore dear" on the doorstep Dad continued his speech.
"I don't care" I talked to myself and put a headset in my ear, I don't want to hear you talk anymore.
Maybe what I'm feeling is loneliness, I miss my mother, I know what I've done that hurt Dad a lot, but really I've never regretted, I want to say" I don't care, there's an empty part of my life, I need it" but I can never say my heart in front of Dad
"if you can't take care of me, it's good to say frankly, I can get out of this house, I'm so big" I stood up while banging on the table
" why are you being like this, son?"
"Why? why what? I'm not wrong anything, I don't want to mondok ya don't be forced dong yah" I began to insist
"All for your own good, son" I saw tears coming out of Dad's eyes, I was a little sad to see it, but I was still so cute.
"Killness? the mumps are like people in prison, can't go out, eat anything they can" that's all I know from Almh's story. Moms
"You willingly or unwillingly I will still take you tomorrow to the Pondok Pesantren NURUL HUDA, because it is very dear to you"
"honey kok maksa" my mouth nagged but still while nyomot fried banana made by Dad.
The night is getting late, but I don't feel any sleepiness at all, the sound of frogs and crickets seeming to be at sea, they are quarreling perhaps, hehehe...In the Village the voice was common, I thought of Dad's words, words I didn't like at all, what Dad had said made me unable to close my eyes, I even wanted to get angry.
Although song and cute but honest I never hated Dad one bit, I love him very much even though I never said in front of him.
"If I really go down. How could my world change, you song? then what's going to happen there?" I'm talking to myself in my heart, thinking about things I never knew, even though I don't understand what it's like to go on a mumps but I'm really scared.
If I'm upset and upset, even though it's night time I'll still eat, I don't care, I'll go straight to the kitchen and open the fridge, whatever I eat there, everything I eat, without exception, even though there are fruits and vegetables, because Dad always pay attention to health issues, so it also includes the benefits of being a child mantri, eating a lot will remain slim, so that you will also have a healthy diet, because what is at home and can be eaten only vegetables and fruits.
In the fridge there saw a half kilo orange, medium size watermelon, a little wine, not much indeed because Dad's salary is also not big, too, maybe for no problem buying fruits a little origin assortment so that I do not get bored.
I used to hate fruits so much at first, but at home there was no other food I could eat, At first I was forced to eat them but because now it is common, it is normal, I'm just looking around if there's no fruit in the fridge.
