My Heart Choice's
4 Is bad
...“Wanting to get back up from the slump, but difficult. Can you help me? Can you accompany me so I can be happy again? And can you always be by my side?”...
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The man drove his car with a feeling of annoyance. How not? He who after work wants to enjoy dinner time casually even bullied by crazy women who are familiar with him. Though today, the man was really tired, to and fro for a meeting with his client, not to mention he had to monitor all the work of his employees, plus all the affairs of the company documents that he had to do as well.
The man throws his car on the side of the road. He leaned his head on the car. Really tired. Today was really tired than usual. Usually, they will not get tired like this. But his condition is not good. Already from yesterday he felt unwell, but today is the peak.
The man reached into his pants pocket. He sighed. Surely her little princess was waiting for him at this time or was already asleep. The man drove back in the car. Can't wait to meet his daughter.
On the side of the road, he saw a stall selling a can. It seems like it would be suitable for him at the moment. The man stopped his car near the stall. However, when he opened the car door, he saw the woman who interrupted his dinner. The man broke the intention, had lost his desire to buy a pack of cans. He drove back to the car until he reached his home.
He got out of his car. Take her bag, then walk to the door. He rang the bell, after a while. A middle-aged woman opened the door for him.
“Master is home? Ghania had just fallen asleep,” the man nodded.
“Mother can just take a break, the door let me work. Sorry for making my mom work outside of work. Mom tomorrow-tomorrow do not have to wait for me to go home,” said the man.
“What a sir. Oh yes sir, the mother had just made ginger wedang for the master,” said the woman who was none other than the housekeeper and the caregiver of Ghania, Ibu Nur.
“Thank you and mom stop calling me master, it's been a long time working here. I consider my own mother,” reply the man.
“Nothing, it's customary. If so mother to mother's room yes,” the man nodded.
After locking the door, the man threw his bag onto the sofa. He went into the kitchen. Drinking ginger wedang made by his babysitter earlier. As he drank his drink, the man cried, not hysterically. But who wouldn't cry if he saw a man crying out loud. The man scooped his hair rough.
“Pardon papa Ghania,” said the man in the midst of his tears.
“Pardon papa for not having time for you, forgive papa son. Papa can't replace your mom. Papa dear Ghania,” the man sat on the kitchen floor.
That guy really feels bad. He felt he could not be a good father for his son.
“Papa why cry?” ask Ghania. The boy looked at his papa while hugging his beloved teddy bear.
The man spread his hand, intending to take his son into his arms. Ghania approached the papa. Always feel warm. The hug of her papa really made Ghania feel comfortable. “Times yes papa cry, babe?” ask the man.
Ghania held her papa cheek. Ghania's hands felt wet in her hands. He raised his hand in front of the man.
“Hand Ghania wet to hold papa's cheek, that's a sign papa is crying,” the man looked at his son sad.
“Ghania don't miss mama?” ask the man.
“Rindu. Very homesick. But, Ghania already had enough papa aja,” Ghania hugged the neck of her papa. He slept there. The man smiled faintly. His young son understood him very well. He lifted up his son's body. He laughed when he saw his son still holding a doll in his hand.
He went to his son's room. Lying her son in bed. “Ghania wants to sleep with papa,” her son is holding his hand as he is about to leave.
The man smiled, he took off his tie, then slept next to his son.
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The man woke up with his head dizzy. He saw beside him that his daughter was still soundly asleep, the clock still showed early morning. She smiled faintly, then kissed her son's forehead. The man stood up from his sleep and walked out of his son's room slowly. He staggered into his room, his head heavy.
When he arrived in the room, he laid his body back. Looks like today he'll be permission not to come to work. The man stared at the ceiling of his room, looking back at the past. It was like this, coming home with a bad body condition. But the difference, there used to be a wife waiting for him to come home. He smiled wryly. But now, the wife he missed was gone. Leaving herself with their little daughter.
The man stood up to the closet. Then take the box that is above the closet. He opened it, there were items filled with memories with his wife. There are wedding photos of the two of them. He held the wedding photo, held it tight. He smiled, then breathed heavily. His wife left while their happiness was at its peak. The man laughed, but his laughter rang out to anyone who heard it.
It was time to forget his wife. There was no reason for him to continue to dissolve in this sadness. His wife must have been happy. He also has to be happy with his beautiful daughter. The man stood up, then walked towards the bathroom. He wants to refresh his body. After refreshing the body, the man rested his body again. Waiting for the morning.
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“Building papa's beloved daughter,” the man kissed her daughter's face which made her daughter squirm with a keenness. His daughter smiled at his father.
“Ghania still sleepy papa,” Ghania hugging her father's neck.
“Papa aja already seger, have a bath, his son's time has not taken a bath. If you wake up and take a shower, papa will make Ghania's favorite pancake,” her daughter took off her embrace. Then move to the bathroom.
“Don't forget to brush his teeth huh!” said the man. Then came down, intending to make breakfast as he said to his son.
“Eh, have you woken up, sir? I woke up Ghania first yes,” said Ibu Nur.
“Ghania I woke up Mom, but I went to Ghania's room to help Ghania get ready. I will prepare breakfast,” Mother Nur nodded, then the man walked towards the kitchen.
“Master,” call Bu Nur.
“Iya bu?” the man looked.
“You deserve to be happy, do not dissolve in his sadness yes son. I heard you crying in the kitchen last night. You've been a great father to Ghania, don't ever blame yourself. Uh mom is wearing you-you instead,” the guy smiled.
“Still yes Mom. I'm even glad my mom called me using you or my name, compared to mister,”
“Later mother learned,” the man laughed and Bu Nur went to Ghania's room.
Mother Nur was right. He should not constantly blame himself. It has been almost two years his wife left, he should not feel sad anymore. Yes, he should try even more.
The man suddenly thought in the middle of making breakfast. He thought of Ghania. Does Ghania need a mother back? But who? He himself was still not convinced to reopen this heart. The man shook his head. Ghania has had enough of it. Yes, it is enough.
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