Niki For Nata

Section 9. Exit Through Window

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Nata's phone is ringing. He was in the bathroom. The sound of the cell phone was heard in Papa Tirta's ear. Which just so happens to be going into his son's room.

Slowly, he headed towards the phone that was ringing while shaking it. His right hand reached out to grab the phone.

"Papa."

The sound of Nata's call made Papa Tirta gasp in shock. His head hit the wall so he was shocked.

"Why go to Nata's room?"

"No, no" replied Papa Tirta nervously. "Pa-pa-pa papa just. Disturbing papa's eardrum. So papa rushed here to pick up. Papa thinks you're out of nowhere, so papa wants to lift," he said at length alibi.

Afraid she might be caught by her own son. Found out for investigating what her son did. Investigating secretly. In his mind he had already guessed that Nata was doing something that made him angry. One of them is a phone.

But he was caught by Nata trying to pick up his phone that was ringing.

Hearing papa Tirta's explanation, Nata also approached where his phone was. Where the phone is connected to the cable because it is charging the battery.

"Sir Andrew, pa," said Nata. Showing the name of the caller in front of the father, as well as telling clearly that he did not call anyone. Just his physics teacher. I don't know what Andrew wants to say. Just one call.

"How's your Olympic preparations going?" ask papa Tirta, switch the topic. Didn't want him to be found out what he was doing in that room.

"Yes not yet, pa. Just yesterday was told. I just talked to Andrew, too. He gave his full confidence to our team about what papa said."

"You should be the speaker. To have everyone look at you, judge you, that you are like a champion. This is the beginning for you. The beginning shows your ability to the jury. So they'll look at you later."

"What the hell is that? Who works for our team, why should papa decide who is the captain? If so, then papa will be the one who participates in the Olympics. Let Papa be his spokesman. Let everyone look at papa."

Nata turned back all the words that Papa Tirta had spoken to him.

"You're fighting papa? How dare you be the same papa now?" hardik papa Tirta's.

Nata was immediately bowed. He was also astonished. I don't know where he got the courage to say that.

"You want papa confiscate again hape you? Want papa brackets again you're in the room? Don't go to school, don't go see friends. You just learn to study and study in a room by yourself. Wants you? Alright, come!"

Papa Tirta started to get fiery. His anger has gone up to the crown. She almost lost control of her only child.

"Why the hell? What's wrong papa? Why do you hate Nata? Why, pa?" said Nata, no less emotion.

"Everything you ask, everything you want, everything you tell Nata to do. Then, what should Nata do now, pa? What does Nata have to do to make papa satisfied? What does Nata have to do to make papa happy? So that papa sees Nata as the son of papa. Say it clearly, pa. So Nata can do it, while Nata can."

Relieved bit. Lightweight little load and tightness that Nata keeps all this time in the heart. There is a satisfaction because he has issued a little uneg-uneg in his heart all this time.

"You're wrong, Nata. Papa loves you. Papa did all this so that you would have a future. In order for you to go to high school, be established so that others will look up to you. That's all papa wants. Don't think that papa bullied you. This is papa doing for your good."

"But, pa Nata-"

"That's it. Papa doesn't argue. Remember, you want the Olympics. So focus on that. Don't think about any other problems. Don't call often. Don't date. Don't like hanging out. Take your time to learn. Don't follow friends. It doesn't mean that."

Steady. Steady already the fortress that has been built papa Tirta for his son. Limiting Nata to move, act and get along. Never mind. It is Nata now. Whatever the papa wants. Originally, the memories of his mother were not destroyed.

"Where are you going, papa? Papa didn't eat?"

"Papa has business. You eat alone."

Roughly, he closed the door to Nata's room. The sound of the door was very strong. Enough to make a surprise to stroke the chest.

This time it felt useless. Unable to answer or respond according to Nata's expectations. Tightness in the chest will not be channeled. But by itself stored back, buried deep in the heart.

Nata also decided not to go anywhere since the departure of papa Tirta from his room. Even dinner he missed. He did not care if he was a child who would relapse his mag pain if late eating.

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"It's like my mom's son again kasmaran nih," teased my mom Lidia, Mama Niki.

"Mama what the hell. Disturb me" said Niki. He felt annoyed by his beloved mother.

"Who's the guy? Cute, no? Mama knows, doesn't she?"

"Yes the mother. Maximum cap."

"Yes kepo. Who is the guy who has diverted the world of mama's girl. He must be handsome. And.. She must be cool," said mother Lydia.

."Mama, how do you know?"

"Yes youah. You're a mama's boy. Born from within my mother. Although it came out through the window, but the struggle was the same. Sacrifice alike. Both bet on life."

"From window? Maling's mother?" sela Niki's. He did not understand the sentence his mother said, especially on the word out the window.

"Wait waiting. That is, mama papa maling to finally give birth to me? Wow, that's bad."

"It's not that, honey. Dengerin old man used to talk. Don't yell, baby."

"All right, my parents" Niki joked.

To be continue....