Niki For Nata

Section 27. Papa Lies.

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As slashed with a knife, the heart of Nata sliced to hear the sentence of papa Tirta's accusation against him. A new sentence this time with his whole life.

Is it true that her mother died? Is it true what Papa Tirta said?

Nata stood with his legs shaking violently. Almost he could not stand up because his body almost lost balance.

"No. Papa lied. Mama probably died because of Nata. Papa lied. Papa must be the real cause, right? Answer, pa!"

"Pope shouldn't accuse me like this. Throwing away the mistakes you made on your own. Aye right?"

The anger that is in Papa Tirta is not evasive anymore. With sarcasm he slapped Nata's face red. The corner of his lips even dripped blood. Papa Tirta's uncontrolled energy, made his own flesh blood hurt.

Same too. Papa Tirta was surprised by what he had just done. He looked at the palm of his hand that had just slapped his son. It vibrates and feels hot. Right, his strength was strong when he slapped his son's face. Until it blushes.

Feeling guilty, soon Papa Tirta got out of the place. Go somewhere to leave Nata still in shock. The first time in his life, too, the papa did so far, as harshly as this to him.

But the important point is not the pain of papa Tirta's slap. No matter it was with dripping blood, swollen and hot cheeks. Nata was more curious about the words of papa Tirta earlier. Who said very loudly that he was the cause of his mother died.

"No. That's just not possible. Papa must have lied. At that time it was my father who did not care about my mother. Papa is more concerned with his work so as not to take mom to the hospital. Papa is wrong. Obviously he was wrong but why throw his mistakes at me?"

Nata monologues with himself. Ask and be answered by himself.

"I have to find out. I will make it clear this is the same papa, ' he said again.

Nata immediately went into his room, kept the bag, took a shower and changed clothes. He had to ask this to Papa Tirta. Nata no longer has any compromise. It must be resolved immediately. So is Nata's wish in the heart.

Nata looked at himself in front of the mirror. Staring at his face that was still flushed, a bit sick. And the corners of the injured lips. Slowly rubbed. Bemoan.

Then Nata remembered his intention. Soon he left his room and rushed to Papa Tirta's room. Hopefully, tonight he will get an answer to the riddle of his mother's death.

Several times Nata knocked on the door of the room. There was no reaction from within. No sound was heard from inside the room. Just deserted.

"Papa, open the door! Nata wants to talk to papa. Important."

Impatiently, Nata finally opened the door. Let it be said by the papa he is not polite, but what can be done. Later he will find the reason why he entered into the papa's room carelessly.

"Pa, papa."

Nata called out to his father when he entered the room. Every corner he searched, but again the person he was looking for was not there. Only the room's distinctive aroma was smelled.

Clenching his ears, he walked towards the bathroom. Papa Tirta could be there. Nata tilted his head, putting his ear on the door. I tried to hear a voice from inside the bathroom.

But only the quiet he found. No sound from there. Not even the sound of water gurgling was there. It seems his desire to find out about the death of his mother could not be obtained today.

"Yeah." Nata took a rough breath. Upset it.

"Once again papa only cares about his work. It always is. He never cared about my feelings. He never asked me what I wanted. How'd I. What makes me happy."

"Papa's selfish."

Nata leaving the room brought a deep mistake. Don't know who he's gonna have to expose it all to now. There was no place for him to tell stories.

Nata walks lazily into his room. By ourselves. Yeah, it's just as much of himself he's in that house right now. It was a big house but it didn't make him feel comfortable.

He violently opened the door of his room and closed it violently. Bi Mun, who saw all that was feeling pity. For years he worked in this family. This past year he was just given a mandate to stay overnight, on the grounds of papa Tirta so that someone accompanied Nata at home when he worked.

"Pity you, son. But aunt can't do anything. Everything is only the father who regulates," muttered bi Mun.

Bi Min continued her duties, cleaning the dining table where the family ate. But what was cleaned, not even the slightest bit of food touched. Everything is intact.

"If for a long time like this, nak Nata can get stomach ulcers. Same with my father."

Bi Mun prepared the unspoiled food.

To be continue....