Mr. Ustadku

Morning sucks

Tok .. Tok .. Tok …

“ Non …. Non Selsa ... “ call ART in Selsa mansion.

There is no answer from within. Tok .. Tok .. Tok …. Auntie knocked back on Selsa's bedroom door.

“ Still not open bi ? “ baritone sounds are heard from behind the aunt. Suddenly aunty immediately twisted her body and rewinded her body while bowing her body slightly.

“ Not yet sir. Looks like young lady is still sleeping. “ replied aunt ART as she continued to lower her head.

“ What time did he come home last night ? “ papa Selsa named Manoj Jyotis Rakesh asked again. Male – original male of Indian descent.

“ Hours 2 nights, sir. “ aunty replied.

Master manoj sighed harshly. He knows all the behavior of the only one – girl. Starting from the child stepped on the 2nd grade of high school until the princess asked for college in the UK.

“ Bi, please get Selsa room backup key. “ request Mr. Manoj.

“ Well, sir. “ aunty immediately withdraw to retrieve that spare key.

Mr. manoj is massaging his temple. His mind went back a few years. All of Selsa's attitudes and behavior changed when she remarried to a single-born widow from an eastern Indonesian city.

Not without reason he remarried the widow since his wife which means mother of Selsa died when Selsa was 10 years old due to a brain tumor.

Mr. Manoj hopes that, once he remarries, Selsa will not lack the affection of a mother. But it turns out he was wrong.

His daughter was disappointed in him and became a wild and rebellious girl. Selsa doesn't like to see her father remarry. Selsa does not like the new mother that her father chose for her. Selsa does not like the men – men of his age brought by women who claimed – ngaku herself as the mother of Selsa whose papa said if the – boy was a brother – lakinya. Selsa doesn't want to admit them.

“ Why are you like this, son ? “ muttered Mr. Manoj.

“ Sorry, sir. Here's the key. “ aunty's voice resuscitates Mr. Manoj from his long daydream. Aunt handed Selsa's spare room keys to Mr. Manoj.

“ Thank you, bi. Aunty can return to the kitchen. “ said Mr. Manoj.

“ Good, sir. Excuse me. “ saying goodbye to aunt while returning to bow her body to Mr. Manoj as a sign of respect.

Klek ... Klek .. Mr. Manoj turned the key. Chequek. Open the door to Selsa's room. The atmosphere of the room was still dim. There was no sunlight that dared to enter because all the curtains especially the windows were still tightly closed. Even Selsa was still rolling in her blanket.

Mr. Manoj shook his head as he walked into his daughter's room. He then pulled out the curtains that were still closed until the sunlight began to dare to peek inside.

“ Ennghhhh ... “ moo Selsa behind a blanket. He moved his body lazily while opening his eyes slowly as his deep sleep was interrupted by the sunlight.

“ Aunty …. I'm still sleepy. Do not open the curtains first. “ whine Selsa who thought if the one who opened the curtain was the aunt. He then returned to pull the blanket that had sagged, and closed his eyes again.

Then, Mr. Manoj took the AC remote and turned it off as he opened the window of Selsa's room wide.

“ Aunty …. Why turn off the AC ??? “ he lamented while opening his blanket in annoyance.

“ Selsa ! It's noon. Come on get up ! “ the voice of the papa baritone echoed in his room measuring 5 x 5 meters.

“ Papa .. “ picing.

“ You are a girl. Want to be what a girl at this hour is still sleeping. “ said the papa with a flat tone.

“ Ck ! Selsa is still sleepy. “ selsa clucked then he was about to lay his body back.

“ SELSA !!! “ shouted the papa. Selsa quashed her intention to go back to sleep. He just rolled his eyes lazy.

“ Why pa ??? “

“ What kind of man do you want to be ? You finished your education a few months ago. But you have no intention to help papa in the company ? “ ask mr. Manoj.

“ Make what ? Papa still needs Selsa's help ? Is there no beloved son there ? Isn't he papa's pride ? “ Selsa does not want to lose. He mentioned the son of the mother.

“ Roy just helps papa develop a business that will later fall into your hands, son. There is no ill will in Roy's heart towards what will be yours. “ now lord Manoj lowered his voice.

“ Just keep going, pa ! Selsa is tired ! “ fierce Selsa. “ Mending papa out of Selsa's room, and papa take care of tuh wife same beloved son papa. Let Selsa alone. “

“ Selsa, when are you like this ? She's your mother too. He also loves you. “ said Mr. Manoj.

“ Not papa ! Not ! She's not Selsa's mother. She's just papa's wife. Selsa's mother is dead. He is already in heaven. Selsa has no mother. “ Selsa shook his head –.

“ SELSA !! “ lord Manoj again raised his voice. “ She did not give birth to you. But he took care of you. “

Selsa shook her head again. “ No papa. Aunt who took care of Selsa. “

“ Selsa, can't you just open a little bit of your heart for them ? They love you, son. “ said Mr. Manoj. Then he closed his eyes for a moment. “ Have they ever hurt you ? “

“ Every day, pa. Every day they hurt Selsa, pa. Every day ! “ Selsa is no longer able to stem her tears.

“ Ever since papa brought them to our house, Selsa's heart has been sick. She wants to take the position of mother in this house. Selsa does not want pa. “ he said with as much as he pleased.

“ Selsa, during your life, papa always obeys all your wishes. You asked for a school in England, papa did. Papa meets all your needs, son. You have everything. “ said Mr. Manoj. Then he took a long breath.

“ But they, they don't have what – what. Even to eat alone, they were barely able to. “

“ Honey, even though you are in school in England, even Roy only attended a public university. It's also a scholarship, baby. “ he continued.

“ It's just imaging, papa. Just their imaging. “ pekik Selsa.

Mr. Manoj again sighed harshly. Then he went out of Selsa's room. Right in front of the door, master Manoj stopped and turned his body.

“ Papa wait below. We had breakfast together. And remember, prepare yourself to join the company starting today. No more tolerance ! “ said Mr. Manoj irrefutable. Then he came out of Selsa's room.

Seriate