My Fancy Beloved

Beginnings

POV Pricilia Atmaja's

Because I often play hape, I was invited to my aunt's house. This aunt of mine is the niece of my mother, Mawardani, not the intention to keep her child away from her parents. But, my mother understood very well the temperament of my father. So, instead of his son dropping out of school, it is better to leave it to his nephew named Cahyani. Living in the city, and certainly closer to my school.

All this time I was in school always repeating from home with a distance of 1 hour. The impact of my father is still on my ears.

"Girls this hour haven't had a bath, houses are falling apart, dishes aren't washed!! he was busy playing hape.!! What will you be!! here hape you!!." Father snatched the hape from my hand and directly slammed the hape in front of my eyes. And it was immediately destroyed scattered.

My mother only saw me who was immediately bowed holding back the fear and trembling in the body. Not to justify my father's anger nor to defend me. It's just that, mom let the emotions of dad subside.

"Already! just stop your school, what is the school all the way, just wasting time!!" snapped my dad. I couldn't move from my position standing in the kitchen. Because it's still so scared. My father passed from before me, then my mother came up to me and told me to take a bath.

"Once, take a shower there. We'll think of the best path." With a soft tone while stroking my shoulder. Mother strengthened me.

It's all my fault, I'm a lazy girl. I don't know, at just 16 years old. It hasn't made me think more about the future. My mind is just playing and studying hard, that's all. Obviously my father was very angry, because he had entered Maghrib time. Parents coming home from the garden to see his house that is not cleaned will certainly be angry. More tired on his body, complement the overflow of emotions.

Later that night, I locked myself in a room not daring to go out. Not even to eat, let's endure this hunger first. After my father fell asleep, my mother approached me to my room.

"Sir, tomorrow we go to Aunt Cahyani's house. You stay there, so you can continue to school. Tomorrow I'll persuade your father to take us there." With a smile that made my heart cool, my mother told me her meaning earlier. I also agree.

"Now, you prepare your belongings and your school equipment, lest anyone miss it," mother ordered me and then mom walked out of the room.

I also obeyed the words of my mother just now, my important items were brought. The essentials are complete books and school uniforms. For a change of clothes, I only brought a few stels.

I put it all in a big bag. After everything was done, I went to bed. The next day, my father still silenced me. I also did not dare to rebuke him.

After the afternoon, I was tidy in casual clothes, my father and mother had just returned from the garden. After finishing cleaning myself, my mother invited me to go directly to Aunt Cahyani's house by riding a Tiga bonceng motorbike.

While my three sisters are staying at home. Before leaving, my mother sent a message to the neighbors to watch over my three sisters who lived at home. They still don't understand anything about me.

After 1 hour drive, we arrived at our destination. My aunt and her husband welcomed us warmly, although from their confused gazes they looked at us carrying a large bag. But, it's not a problem.

After Mom expressed her intention to take me to her house, with the agreement that I would stay in their house until I finished my school. My mother promised me that she would come to see me once a month, all the while sending me pocket money.

It was late at night, after eating together. Mom and Dad went home. Mom hugged me tightly, and gave me money to use for the next month.

"Mother went home first yes Nduk, pity the sisters in the house later left. You take good care of yourself, same aunt and uncle. Help your aunt at home if there's anything to do." Mother's message to me was all for my good in the future.

My uncle and aunt stood in front of the porch to take my mother and father home. After that, we both went into the house. I began to tidy up my luggage in the room that would now be where I was anchored.

In the living room, I heard someone talking. But his voice was vague, I did not hear it very clearly because my position was in the room. The door of the room was half open, I just finished putting up bed linen. I heard someone greet me, "hey, the room is neat," he said in a soft voice.

I turned, "Uncle Chandra?," I asked to be sure. He nodded with his handsome smile. I came out of the room and sat in the living room, and then Uncle Chandra followed me on the same sofa as me. Because it is long, it is a bit distant.

"What class is Sisil now?" asked Uncle Chandra kindly.

"Class XI wants to go up class XII uncle" I replied slowly, but it still sounded clear.

"Oh, you've eaten not yet, he replied," Godanya.

"Udah is." Answer's short.

Shortly after, Arya's uncle Aunt Cahyani's husband came to join. I who felt very awkward immediately went back to the room. "Uncle, I went to the room first yes, it's sleepy." I looked at them both.

"Yes, rest. Tomorrow morning of school, let's not wake up bad luck." Said Arya's uncle and was nodded by Chandra's uncle. I smiled as well, nodding my head. And I went straight into the room, and locked the door.

In the room, I put the book in my bag according to the schedule of the subjects for tomorrow morning. Then I went straight to sleep.

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POV AUTHORS

Arriving at home, Mr. Atmaja and Mr. Mawardani rest his tired body after a day of work. The kids are already asleep. However, the two old men did not want to close their eyes yet. Maybe still thinking about the decision that has been taken against his eldest daughter.

"Hopefully Pricil would stay there, sir." Cockroach of the Rose.

"Yes mom!" answer Mr. Atmaja briefly in a flat tone.

"That's it mom, I don't have to think too much about it. He's grown up, let him learn by himself." Said Mr. Atmaja.

"Huhh, this man. It's always something with emotion!" mad at the Rose. Then tilted her body to her husband's back.

Mr. Atmaja also chose not to respond, and closed his eyes. Shortly afterwards, a soft snoring sounded. Indicates that it is really sleeping. The Rose, who had not been able to fall asleep, turned back to face her husband. He tried to neutralize his mind in order to fall asleep.