My Dad is not your Dad

Father and Mother's quarrel

Not long after entering again chat from Sean, lazy to open a message from him, I do not like the anger that cornered me earlier, if he really loves me he should have done what Arbi had done. The notoriously mischievous and wayward Arbi at our school could think of doing that why she wasn't.

My phone rang again, now a phone call from Sean, I still didn't press him to put that flat square thing in the drawer and close it.

Dinner, the three of us sat in chairs each enjoying the dish in silence. In fact I have two brothers, the first one Bang Dion, he became a student at one of the universities in Yogyakarta and lived there, by becoming a boarding boy. And one more Devan, the youngest child, my sister who became a santri in one of the pasantren huts in east Java, now Devan is second grade in high school. I'm the only son of Mom and Dad who lives at home.

"Tomorrow Dad will go to Bandung, there is work to be completed. What are you doing with Dara at home?" I said after finishing the meal.

"Mother come!" said the woman who had given birth to me with a tinge The atmosphere felt cold, Mother angry.

"Bun, Dad's only been there a few days, Kasian Dara's only home alone!" reply Dad.

"But Dara's okay, Dad! later Dara invited Ayu to accompany," I said, trying to mediate.

"It can't! anyway Dad got in the car, later Mommy was not comfortable because there were two Daddy employees who participated," replied Dad, still does not allow Mommy to come along.

"Ra, when you're done eating, go to the room first, yes!" said Mother looking at me.

"Yes, Mother," I said, trying to smile. Go upstairs where my room is.

Just reading a page of the school textbook there was a noise from below, Father and Mother quarreled again, this incident really made me uncomfortable and afraid my parents' marriage was destroyed. Is Dad really cheating? menduakan Mommy who has been accompanying him in joy and sorrow.

I fell asleep after feeling deep distress due to my parents' quarrel. And wake up when thirst is felt in the throat, there is usually one teapot that is on the nightstand prepared by Mbok Yati, but tonight the contents are empty, maybe Mbok Yati forgot to fill it.

With heavy steps I put my feet down, while carrying a teapot. Not until my feet into the kitchen so I heard someone in the dining room, it was Dad, my first love was calling in a quiet voice. Cuddle the teapot nervously, trying to eavesdrop on Dad's conversation.

"Darling, we better put it off, my wife is suspicious of our relationship! tonight I was forced to sleep on the couch because Widuri wouldn't let me into our room" Dad said, his voice very soft.

Of course Dad's words just made me sad, Dad called his love affection affection. Who's the lady? why is he so evil!

Not wanting to hear more, I got out of the party and placed a teapot rough on the dining table, right in front of Dad sitting down. Maybe Dad was so shocked that his phone fell to the floor. I ignored Dad's call, quickly ran over and locked the room door from the inside.

"Without, baby! open the door, son, listen to Daddy's explanation first" said Dad at my doorstep, as he knocked. I don't care, with my pillow I cover my face, crying in silence.

I don't know how long Dad was at my doorstep, when morning came I woke up with puffy eyes, from crying for too long. After getting ready with the school uniform I got off for breakfast. In the dining room there is only Mother.

"The beauty of your child, let's have breakfast first, Mother cook your favorite chicken fried rice," said Mommy smiling as she poured milk in my glass.

From her face I know that Mother is not okay, tears are clearly visible on her beautiful face.

"Dad ain't breakfast, Bun?" mine, spontaneous.

Suddenly the hand of Mother who was bribing her micikikik fried rice stopped. Why am I so stupid I shouldn't ask you about Dad.

"Dad left for Bandung at five this morning. Spend your breakfast today Mother allows you to bring your own car to school, Mang Arif is off, his wife gave birth last night. Don't forget to bring your cell phone," replied the Mother, without looking at me.

Before leaving the dining table I hugged Mommy, hoping to give her a little strength.

"Mother stay strong, whatever happens your daughter will always accompany you" I said in my heart. Mother kissed my forehead and cheeks many times before I got into the car.

By the way, Sean was waiting for me in the parking lot.

"Ra, why isn't my chat open? my phone's not up? sorrysorry! yesterday I pissed you off" said Sean, but I just got out of the car but he was babbling, like miss Rose, our English teacher.

"Sorry" he added, holding his nose. Of course, that made me laugh.

"It seems like today we can both be together without any disturbance from your best friend," Sean opened his voice again, as we walked hand in hand into the classroom.

"Come, where is she?" many quick.

"In the group wa class, he asked permission for two days not to enter. The reason he and his family have an event in Bandung," replied Sean.

Sean was in class with Ayu, in third grade while I was in third grade. Incidentally Ayu to Bandung, Dad also went there, if Ayu invited me of course I would be happy and could find out what Dad was doing there, and look for evidence of your cheating. But let's not ask me to just tell me no, maybe Ayu is busy or still upset with the wedding of Aunt Farah so that my best friend forgot to tell me.

In school I was not as happy as usual, probably because of the absence of Ayu, also about my heart's uneasiness with Father and Mother's quarrel, while Sean was practicing basketball with his team, as well as his, there's another week of matches with other schools. Sit on a chair with scribbled blank paper.

"For me!" confused say.

"Hemm.., why? I'm not good looking and not the captain of basketball, but a little cheeky, but I know your favorite taste of ice cream" Arbi said, smiling, something he rarely does. Her smile is sweet, plus her dimples are increasingly visible.

"Thank you" I said briefly, returning his smile.

"Stay smiling, I don't like to see you moody like that" Arbi replied, and passed away going out of class.

My phone in the bag is short, probably a message from Mommy. I opened the application with a green phone algae logo, it turns out chat from Ayu.

(Wish my mother's second marriage to last, yes, Ra, and my stepfather can accept me well and love me like his own son) said Ayu, and in the second message one photo when a man was sitting alone with Aunt Farah, but the man's face was not visible because it was on the cover of the sticker. Last night he said two more days but it turned out to be Aunt Farah's wedding today.

Kubalas chat Ayu with the word Aamiin also some words may the second marriage of Aunt Farah last and happy.

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On the way home, my car broke down. Maybe because it is rarely used, many times try but the red is not also alive. I called Sean, fortunately on the first call he picked him up.

"Hello, Ra," said Sean across the phone.

"See, my car broke down, please help me," I said quickly.

"Where," replied Sean.

"In front of the city park" I replied.

"But at the moment I can't, we just got to Gor, it's too far away" Sean replied again.

"Hahh, how about donk!" I said desperate.

"Call the motir service online only, sorry Ra, the training will be started." Sean severed a one-sided call. Want to scream, call it a girlfriend insensitive but this is in the middle of the road, even hot again, the sun seems to be on top of my head.

"Become!" suddenly Arbi was standing behind me.

"Why're you doing?"

"Strikes" I answered, almost crying. I rarely drive by myself.

Arbi pulled out her phone, talked for a while there. He went back to his big bike and asked me to sit behind him.

V

"In the meantime Om Chan's employees will come to take care of your car, don't worry about Om Chan being my uncle. Come on, I'll drive you home" said Arbi casually, wearing his helmet.

There was no other choice, by tightly holding Arbi's jacket I sat in the back seat of his big bike. But it was only a few minutes that Arbi suddenly braked suddenly and I was pushed forward, my head bumped on Arbi's back.

"Sorry, Ra! in front of there is an accident, we find another way, Yes," said Arbi a little loud, because it is very noisy, the sound of the horn is simple to each other.

"Yes," I replied briefly in a rather loud voice as well.

Finally we got home, Arbi stopped by but he refused, he said there was business elsewhere. Arbi I know as a bad student in class, he often skips, rarely does assignments, also likes wild races. All the bad students in our school must be close to Arbi.

At home there is Mother with two friends, they seem to be discussing important things until they do not realize my presence.

"Become, you're home, son! change clothes after that meal, Mother cook chicken stew and sambal tofu," said Mother, approaching me.

I left Mother and two of her friends, went into the room and rested for a bit. With lazy I reach the phone, there is a sound of non-tification wa in.

(What is your relationship with Arbi, have you often walked alone with the bej*t guy ) the contents of Sean's message, as well as a photo when I was in Arbi's bell earlier.

If at this time my heart is not upset with the problem of Father and Mother I will reply to Sean's message by asking carefully what he means to send such a message. But now my head hurts, plus the heat outside.

"As for you, please don't bother me first, my head is dizzy," I replied, sending a text message I typed, then turning off the phone, and throwing it on the bed.