Nadira (forgotten)

*Why with the name Dira?

"Well, sir, can I help you?" Amak immediately approached her with a smile on his face.

"Mr looking for Dira?" Amak asked again when he saw the man keep looking at me

"Who's Dira?" He asked, notya answered Amak's question he asked back.

Amak looked at me, probably confused by all this.

Not wanting to long confuse Amak, I immediately got up from my chair and approached him.

"Why come here, isn't this shabby place?" ask me with a little cynical.

Papah immediately misbehaved, maybe not tasty because there are Amak and other children who hear my words.

"Ah...not so son" replied Papah scratching his head which is actually not itchy. Yes, he is papah. Apparently papah followed me k

get into this halfway house. I don't know what the goal is.

"So why papah came here, not papah busy", Amak greeted me with a look of wonder, me who is meek can be this cold to talk, what else with people called papah, papah, let me explain later.

"Ah yes, Who is Dira? " Returned the question regardless of what I said earlier.

"I" I answered quickly

"You?" his question raised one of his eyebrows like a wonder person, what so unconscious as the name of his own gift.

"Yes, I'm Princess Nadira. Why pah?" Answer me sharply.

Papah like struck by my answer, maybe he has forgotten the name of his own son, so he is always busy with his own world.

Suddenly my body was in his arms, in his arms so tightly that it was almost as tight as for me to breathe.

"Ohuk.uhuk.. Pah, let go" I said a little stammered, whether this I should be happy or sad, again I am confused with Papah today. As much as I could, I broke down the wall between us but it never worked out all this time, but today it's a very strange attitude.

Papah immediately let go of his embrace

"I'm sorry" he said, but I still flinch, silent in my place, just looking at him in wonder.

Long time with this position, I led him to sit in a chair, Amak then immediately make warm tea for papah.

"Son" Papah opened his voice

I look at his handsome face even though it is quite old, almost the same as Om Bagas, the difference is that Om Bagas is fresher and also his big body, maybe Om Bagas is diligent in exercising, while papah only occasionally as far as I know, but although not muscular but not fatty here and there as well. Ordinary, not fat not skinny too.

"Why use the name Dira instead of Princess like papah calls you Princess?" he asked, I looked at his face carefully. He's my papah, but why he never understood me in the least.

"Why really? what's with Dira's name?" answer me, answer the question with the real question is not good but I don't know it came out of my mouth just like that.

"I think princess names are better for you than Dira and la

Not finished papah said I have looked sharply at him, somehow I do not like the sentence this time, this time,

"Why? Nadira Putri's name is from you and Anjani's mother. Want Princess or Dira no problem is not it?, it's just a call" I replied ketus,

"Again, the call of the Princess seems inappropriate for me, I'm just a person who hitchhiker life with you, maybe I'm just a burden for you, so you've been hard to think I'm at home" my answer is getting more and more bitter considering all his treatment of me. It's not rude, but it never seems to think of me either.

While papah just shook his head, maybe not accept or do not expect if I who had been silent could talk like that.

"Why just shut up, Mr. Bagus Sahputra? is that true what I said?" tanyaku. Amak stroked my shoulder slowly, probably fearing my release later.

"don't kid.enggak" elak papah increasingly heard his stuffing.

"Then?"

"The Father loves you" he answered,

"You're right. The name Nadira Putri is the name of me and your mother. Anjani really liked the name, as well as papah and we decided to call you Dira. But after the departure of your mother somehow papah so do not like the name Dira, so papah decided to call you Princess, because you're my daughter, the lamp of my life" he explained while his eyes glare far away, maybe imagine time with mom first.

"Ckk" I screeched looking at him cynically. The lamp of his life is said?? The live lamp you blew before you lit it.

"Then why papah after that to me" said I accept with all the explanation.

"That's all because....

jeng. jeng...