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Dad's Free

The next morning Shahira woke up with a sick head like a needle stick. He jumped out of bed. He saw the clock that showed at seven. Lothawat! Syahira. He had an operation today. He was shocked when he saw himself in the mirror still wearing Dj Sky's shirt. He began to remember what happened last night. He can't remember it completely. That night he had a drink with his friend Alma. Then he went home, wait, Syahira tried to remember again how he could go home. Yep! the taxi driver. The cab driver seemed to have said something to Shahira, my God! Never mind, the taxi driver was none other than her own husband, Shamir.

Syahira began to panic, could be discharged lectured later if he met with Shamir.Shahira then look for ways not to meet with Shamir today.yes! by pretending to be sick, that way he does not have to go to work. But today he had an operation, where maybe today he will be absent from his duties. I don't want Syahira to go to work today.

"Non." The housemaid knocked on Syahira's room door.

"Yes, stop." Syahira then opened the door.

"Non, last night the driver who delivered Non gave this envelope to Auntie, in saying this is Non's envelope left in the car seat."

"Oh, yes. This is Sya's. Thanks to Bi." Immediately Syahira took the envelope. The maid then left Syahira's room.

Syahira opened the envelope, sure enough. The envelope was from Syamir, meaning the taxi driver who delivered it last night was Syamir. The contents of the envelope were some money. The number is not much different from yesterday. That's Syahira's living money. Syahira felt more guilty when holding the money. He was ashamed of what he had done that night. Surely Syamir was very disappointed with the behavior of Syahira last night. Shahira then hit his head.

"Stupid Shahira! You're such a fool!" shahira said to herself. She reluctantly goes to the bathroom to get ready to go to work.

After preparing in a hurry Syahira then went down to breakfast. Unexpectedly in the dining room turned out all his family was gathering. Yeah, everybody. Oma, Mama, Dady, Athaya (her first sister) and Tanisya (His second sister). They were enjoying breakfast together. Everyone looked straight at Shahira as Shahira came down the stairs.

"Dad's? Didn't Dad get arrested?" Syahira was a little tense.

"Dad's been free since yesterday baby, why did Dad linger there? Dad just needs to put money on them and everything is done. Dad doesn't want to get dizzy. Why are you saying that? You're not happy if Dad comes home?" Replied his father who was cutting the sandwich in front of him.

"No, I mean,...."

"Here you go, sit here and enjoy your breakfast." Oma.

Shahira obeyed Omanya's orders. He sat in an empty chair near his father. Perhaps his father deliberately vacated the chair for Syahira.

"Taya recently won the national beauty pageant Vir, Nisya was also recently appointed as an ambassador for a prestigious global conference. I feel proud of the menera." Tamara said she boasted about the achievements of her two daughters.

"Really's? Im proud of you guys, good job. As a gift, Dad will buy you both a new car. Oh don't forget Syahira, for him Dad will buy a new car too."

"But Dad, Sis Sya didn't win any races." Athaya. Tanisya was silent.

"i know's. But Syahira made it back safely here, didn't she? Dad heard Sya had an accident while going to Java. Dad was so relieved when he heard Sya made it home safely." Dad then rubbed Syahira's head.

"He couldn't have escaped if he hadn't seen our quarrel! Don't start over with the things we've sealed Tamara." Dad is provoked by Tamara's actions.

"Mom, Dad, calm down." Athaya tried to calm both of her parents who were both riding apoplexy.

"Then I leave now. Oma, Mam, Dad, Taya, Hisya, Yes. Bye." Casually and without feeling guilty Syahira stepped out of breakfast with his family and left for work.

"seen right? What does he care about our quarrel! You irresponsible child!" tamara.

"Stop it Tamara!" Dad is losing patience. He scratched the table with his hands. It made everyone at the table shocked. Dad then moved from his dining table. He turned out to be approaching Syahira who was starting the car.

"Myahira." Call Dad.

"Dad, what's wrong?" ask Syahira.

"Dad just wanted to ask. That's the ring you wore, where did you get it from?"

Syahira was surprised not to play when asked about it.

"Oh, Emm, I bought it at Dad's antique store. It's the same model." Syahira.

"Sweet, when you hate antiques. Ah, nevermind. Dad thinks it's a ring from your girlfriend." Dad is now teasing Syahira.

"It's not Dad." Syahira pretended to smile.

"By the way, about the girlfriend, Dad noticed that Edward doesn't seem to have any seriousness with you. He just wants to use you. For what to keep hanging with people like that, a waste of time. Dad suggested, cut out your relationship. You're not a high school boy anymore, it's not time to mess around. You have to get serious about your life. Dad's old, Dad doesn't have much time. When do you want to continue like this?"

Syahira was filled with words from his father. Apparently, he cared so much about his father Syahira. If only his father knew that his eldest son had now been married by a pious man from the village. What would his father say? Will his father accept him or reject him? Patience Dad, soon Syahira will tell the truth to Dad, but not now, said Syahira.

"Yes Dad, I understand. Yes, yes, yes. Love you Dad's. Hye!"

"Bye."

Syahira then drove her car out of the house. Dad went back into the house. When she arrived at the door, Tamara was watching the conversation between Dad and Shahira. With a very sharp face Tamara then went back inside. Dad can only stroke the chest.