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38. He's not my Background Dad

A classic sakana watch beats in rhythm with the heart rate. The atmosphere in the room seemed comfortable with the presence of a man I did not know. He is Om Revan, has a handsome face, and the curves of his face are almost the same as mine.

Both of his eyeballs were also slightly tanned, wrapped in a very neat black suit, exactly with me who really liked such a uniform. However, for some reason, the mother forbade me from getting close to her.

Although I know that he is the husband of my mother, but his feelings are impossible. From the look on his face, Om Revan looks very loving and not like the villain guy out there.

Although, he had put my mother in the basement, maybe behind it all there is a big story that was deliberately hidden by the mother. Now I don't know what to do, as a result of my mother's words and her hatred deepened, blinding the eyes of this heart to receive it in life.

This time he was beside me, staring at me with both eyes that began to glaze over. The parasite is also exactly the same as his Reval— which I currently like. It reflects a very wise man.

“Nissa,” call Om Revan.

Instantly I broke the daydream. “I-iya, Om.”

“From earlier I noticed, it looks like you are staring at me?”

“Ah, No, Om. I only see the wall clock behind Om's body, because soon my mom will be home.” Quickly, I looked for a compelling reason to make him leave the house.

When mom comes home and Om Revan is home, she'll be mad at me. You see, as long as he left, I was forbidden to allow anyone to come home.

“You don't like it when I'm here?” ask Om Revan.

“Bu-not so, Om. How, yes, the thing ... earlier mama message not to receive guests anyone who comes to the house.”

“Hmmm ... does your mom not want to accept me too for a visit? My fault what?” tanyanya.

Om Revan still denies what wrong with mama. Obviously, he who treats my mother like an animal, I grumbled in my heart.

Before long, Om Revan also raised his body while fixing a black suit and a striped tie on his neck.

“Then I say go first,” said the masculine man.

“I-iya, Om, thank you for taking the time to stop at this rundown house,” I replied.

Hearing my words, the face of the man in the black suit looked like he was sad. But I don't feel sorry for him one bit. Maybe because this heartache and grudge had become ingrained, so no matter what he felt like now.

“You just rest at home, if anything, you call my number. Because, you are still my responsibility,” said Om Revan.

“Ma-I mean, responsibility Om how?” I pretended not to know.

“Nissa, don't you recognize who your father was?”

Hearing that statement, I shook my head twice. “My mom's word, Nissa's real father passed away fifteen years ago.”

Deg—

There was thunder and rumbling outside the house, it seemed like the wrath of nature heard my disobeying parents. However, all this I did was purely wanting to teach Om Revan a lesson, nothing more.

“Then, Om said goodbye. Assalammualikum ..”

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” I replied with a clean slit.

After a few minutes of Om Revan's departure, tears came out moving straight from the curve of my cheek. It felt like this heart was being hit by hot iron and melted all common sense to hate its own father forcibly.

I know, but this situation taught me not to know. When the time comes, maybe everything will be fine, or vice versa.

The knocking of the door was heard three times from outside the room, the possibility that the mother had returned from her affairs.

“Assalammualaikum ..” greet mama with very tight.

“Honey, what are you again?” tanyakanya.

“Nissa again play hp aja, Ma. But bored, can not school like friends.”

“Honey, soon you can go to school. Patient, yes, because mama came to bring good news.”

“Wah, what's up, Ma?” my question is full of search.

“Starting next week, you can go to school, and you know why mom is so happy?”

Without answering, I shook my head twice.

“You got a scholarship this year, mama is very proud of your achievements,” said the mama.

“Really, Ma?”

“Yes, not in vain so far mama asked you to study hard. You see, you will be a child who will boast of mama in this world.”

“Assalammualaikum ..” Suddenly, someone's voice sounded from outside my room.

Right in the doorway, Bi Ira—a former maid who took care of me as a child has been flinchingly staring at our faces very fondly. What made me feel so happy was that the middle-aged woman was willing to dedicate herself to helping our lives first.

“Bi Ira,” call mama while raising her body and meeting her.

“Daddy, forgive me, if I come to this house,” he replied.

“Bi, howdy, cry? She doesn't work at Revan's house anymore?” ask mommy tussling.

“Daddy, I do not feel at home there if there is no Madam and Non Anissa. So, I ran away and left.”

“Gosh! Let's go in, Bi. Kan, in the house of Revan is very luxurious, why not feel at home?” ask mama again.

“Daddy, I want to work here only. Can it?” tanyanya is very melas.

“Bi, I can't pay Bibi for a fee like Revan gave.”

“I get paid whatever it is okay, Nyah. As long as I am not separated from Non Anissa,” he replied again.

Mom thought hard for a moment, she stared at the floor because she didn't know what to say. I am so sorry to see Bi Ira who already has no one in this world. Even family. All I know, all this time his family was us.

“Ma, please accept Bi Ira, because Nissa doesn't want her to suffer like this.”

“Nissa, our house is slum. It is unlikely that Bibi lives in a house like this,” denied mama.

“Daddy, I am sincere if I have to stay in this house. The important thing is that my heart is calm, not hearing fights every day,” said the woman in yellow.

“Alright, if Auntie wants to stay here under these circumstances, I allow. The origin of our brotherhood rope will not break as we have been through first,” said mama, then she hugged the middle-aged woman very tightly.

“Thank you, Nyah, I will help all that became my work in this house.”

“Bi, don't overdo it. We're here as family to Auntie, so we'll sell everything together, my sambar” by making it clear.

“Masya’allah ... No, you've never changed before. Remain a child who has a noble heart,” praise Bi Ira while shedding tears.

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