Mysterious Handsome Cos Neighbors

Alone

I've always had a mind since I was a kid. Living alone away from parents is definitely fun. Now I experience it. But it's a long way from what I thought when I was a kid.

Living alone due to parental divorce. Never thought of me. From the beginning of my second grade Junior High the quarrels began to occur. There is no day without my parents fighting. Slowly but surely their quarrels got bigger. Until the end of my junior high school, my family relationship ended.

They divorced two months before my high school life began. I've chosen the school and all the preparations are done. Waiting for the new school year to begin.

After the divorce, my mother decided to go home to her parents on the island sebrang, while my father was rarely at home because of his work that requires her to often go out of town.

The house I lived in with my parents was a rented house. I don't remember when, but as I remember I've lived here from childhood.

Early in the year the landlord told him that he wanted to sell his rented land to build a minimarket. We were given two months to prepare for the move.

My father decided to live in the city where he grew up. My father took me, but I couldn't. Because I have chosen the High School I want and I do not want to move to another school. Remembering to enter this school I needed a lot of struggle to get in and finally accepted.

Had a debate with my father.I still kekeh not want to follow him, because I do not want to enter another High School.

I am one of the obedient children. But for the future, I want me to decide that myself. Not that I don't accept other people's input, I actually accept people's opinions. But as for the final verdict, it remains that I decide for myself.

Quiet enough. It looks like my father is thinking, "okay, that's why you're doing it". said my father after a long silence.

"Snap?" my many.

"iya ngekos. incidentally I have an acquaintance of the boss of your High School". replied my father.

I am happy and a little scared. I was thinking about what it would be like to live alone, but I didn't expect it to be this fast.

"so what, you want?". asked my father.

"yes, I want to". I answered a little hesitantly.

I honestly feel happy. Because I can stay in high school as I want. But living alone is a new thing that I feel. I still feel good about what might happen later.

"Well, I want a short haircut.

"huh, why?". asked my father a little surprised.

"I want to be more fresh.I'm more likely to have long hair.

"Jaudah, we're going to the irma salon in the afternoon.

From childhood I always had long hair. I feel mature and look graceful when I have long hair. Although my nature is the opposite of that all haha.

Just for now. I got tired of long hair. I want to be in my new school. I have a new appearance. To be more fresh.

These are the last two days. I occupied the residence I occupied from childhood. Many memories are stored. Not only sadness, many wonderful memories were also engraved here. Maybe even more beautiful than sad.

My father and I went to the irma salon. Where I cut from I'm small. The place is not far away.my father and I walked to get there.

Not long. My father and I finally arrived at the irma salon.

"Hello. amel". greet kak nata cheerfully.

Nata's sister is the son of irma. He continued the salon after Ms. irma was sick.

I myself from small already cut hair by kak nata. Did not have time to experience the era of the salon is still held by his mother.

Because it happens that the salon is quiet again.I can be directly served.

I sat down ready to have my hair cut.

"it's just dirapiin right?". asked brother irma

"cut the model short.

"Ehh.., cut short?!". said kak nata in surprise.

"Yes".I answered briefly.

"why are you?, abis heartbroken huh?". asked nata confused.

I was surprised by Nata's question. I saw the mirror of my father glancing sharply.

"I just want to change the atmosphere aja sak.kan I want to enter SMA. let's be more fresh aja so". I said to give an explanation.

"Ohh that". said kak nata with a little smile.

A few minutes passed. Finally the haircut was finished. I see myself in the glass. It looks more fresh.

"Well, gini?". Ask brother nata.

"Yes, very good". Answer smiled.

"Yes dong. Sis nata is that loh". she replied with a laugh.

Then my father and I went home.The city is still pretty beautiful.There are still many trees lined up on the side of the road.

While walking home I enjoy the breeze and also see the leaves that also fall in the wind.

Not long after I saw a balloon, it was quite fast blowing towards the trees and finally got stuck in one of the trees.

After that, a little boy ran over, and he stopped under the tree where the balloon was stuck.

I approached the boy.

"That's your balloon?". My toot.

"Hu´um". His reply was brief while holding back a cry.

"But, brother get the balloons". My answer is to try to calm.

Fortunately I am not wearing a skirt today.it is rare that I wear a skirt.

The tree is very tall. But for me to climb trees is not too difficult. I climbed all kinds of trees as a child. I was a little tomboy as a kid.Maybe even now, but not as bad as childhood.

I climbed up the tree slowly.

"Ati-ati mel". said my father worried.

I extended my hand to one of the branches of the tree and took the balloon that was stuck and then went down slowly.

"It's your balloon". I said with a smile.

"Thank you, brother". The boy smiled happily.

"Yes together". My reply.

After reaching the house I immediately took a shower because I climbed the tree so my body was dirty and a little sweaty.

"Mel, do not forget your goods are arranged so that tomorrow can go directly to boarding". Said the father from the middle room.

"Yes.." My answer.

After finishing the bath I take my things that if important. for me to enter the cardboard. for me to take it to the boarding house tomorrow.

As I looked at my stuff. I found a photo album when I was a child. While sleeping I looked at the photo album. arrived - my tears dripped without me noticing.

My family is a harmonious family. There's never been a problem at least that's what I know.

I don't know what makes them fight right now.

I don't know if this is a form of maturity for me. But I feel like the decisions they make, whatever they are, are the best for them.

But I'm still a kid, I just graduated from Junior High. Beyond all my understanding of whatever was going on in my family, in my heart I still feel upset, sad, angry.

In a lot of disordered thoughts in my head. It was getting late and I finally fell asleep.

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