Not Always Beautiful

1. Families

When you feel tired, frustrated or even feel the world is unfair to you come home, your family will always accept you openly.

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" Devil, let's go down to breakfast" the woman's voice was still so loud even though her age was no longer young

" Yes ma'am" I replied as I descended the stairs with Lita

" Tea, later in the afternoon see the tournament volly yu" Lita invited

" Is there a volleyball tournament? Where's?"

" Where is what, hmmm" my mother chimed in on my words

" That's loh bu, the volleyball tournament in the front complex, it's a story of the same mother" explained Lita

" Oh yeah, I forgot, I told you a story"

I began to get busy with my fried rice, while still listening to the conversation of the two women I loved

" Most also want to see Joseph yes" joked Father, who was already at the dinner table

" Joseph who is yah?" I asked Dad.

I haven't been able to answer

" Ihh What the hell father, had ah ade set out first afraid late, Assalamu'alaikum"

" Waalaikumsalam" we just laughed crisply

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That's how our days went by with smiles and jokes, not forgetting to encourage each other.

Warm, of course, we love each other. Variety in everything, from trivial to serious.

Little roots are almost always between me and Lita, wouldn't it be boring if everything went so sweet.

I still remember how angry Lita was a few days ago, when I opened her closet so messed up. As a result of my actions, Lita got a gift in the form of nagging from mother, hahahaha as fun as this is to be a sister.

I'm sure Lita won't stay silent, she must have a plan to avenge me, it hasn't been broken but I'm sure of it.

I unconsciously smiled faintly in light of the incident.

" why are you smiling" asked the mother

" Same you also did not feel it was big, it's a thesis again" replied the mother

" How is your thesis developing?" this time my father asked. I am a little embarrassed to answer honestly

And I haven't answered yet

" It's still stuck in the title well, yesterday it was rejected he said" mother has answered ayag questions without asking my approval, but what is my power

" Are you ready for a new title yet?" dad asked back

" Well, I have prepared 2 in case this one is rejected again"

" Try dad see" I handed 2 titles that I have prepared for my thesis later, although still do not know whether this will accept or not, at least I have tried

I gave 2 titles that I made. Dad researched carefully and pointed to the second option

" It's better than the first option, more purposeful and assertive" explained the father

" anyways why it's not the same father before making the title" continued the father

" it's not like it well, I just want to try it myself, test how far I learned this dive" I explained. Dad just smiled as he gently stroked my hair

" Didn't go to college?"ask Mom

" To the campus you will help the mother wash the dishes first, said Caca teteh supervisor also has not come"

" let the mother do the washing, you take this to the kitchen, hand wash continues to go"

" yes, yes" I went straight to the kitchen to put the dirty dishes, wash my hands and leave.

I kissed the back of both hands.

" Don't go home too late, later ade ngambek" added the mother

" Yes ma'am, just calm down Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"