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66. Parenting Seventeen Years

Ziva POVs

Time is rolling, I'm still spending today with the new best friend I know today. We had met in class about a week ago, but I felt very close to Anissa because she was a gentle, kind-hearted child, and never said anything rude. Even for just bragging, of the many students in High School, she is the one who makes me feel at home.

So long I studied at Tunas Bangsa High School, just this time getting a friend like him. I don't like to be friends in class, so I'm just here and there alone. Especially at school many friends who are rich, arrogant, even like to mock others. This is what keeps me from looking for friends.

Another case with Anissa, although she was born from a simple child, but very good at speaking words. I wanted to know him more secretly. However, as a result of this morning's incident, I don't need to do that. By itself, the time brought me to know Anissa more closely, albeit in a not so good way.

Right in the hospital canteen, I finished the fried chicken menu as a favorite, on the right there is still Anissa and Aunt Risma who look very good too. I have never been close to a new person, let alone say I am not an ordinary child.

In a sense, I am not a calm student, because life at home makes itself more than a boy if it behaves. Even my papa is angry, if this self is too tomboyish. Because what he knows, since the departure of the mother a few years ago, he wanted more girls in this life.

If I ask about a new mate, papa is not a man who easily gives the decision. However, I am still trying to get her to find a kind woman to accompany her life, because she also needs encouragement in her life.

Suddenly, the cell phone in my school uniform pocket rang. Quickly, I opened the phone and stared at the notification coming from papa. However, it feels like this self does not want to lift, because surely he will ask where I am.

Not studying at school, but instead being in the hospital canteen. However, after I turned off the phone, Anissa swerved to the right. His gaze frightened me, because he must have been shoved with a cellphone that had been lit before there was no answer.

“Ziva,” call Anissa very slim.

“I-iya, Niss, what's up, huh?” my question is full of search.

“Why did you pick up that phone? Attract from your papa or your mother,” said Anissa as she pulled her white hijab.

“Ah, no, it's just a prankster. After this, it will definitely not turn on again,” I replied to switch the conversation.

Before long, the phone rang again and made Anissa look back at me very sharp. Fuck me, why, anyway, this phone keeps on turning on.

After making art in my mind, I took my phone while staring at the white screen with wallpaper while on vacation with papa. But I didn't pick up the phone out of fear.

“Wait for what else, Ziva .. lift aja!” exciting Anissa.

Without answering, I nodded twice while picking up the phone. As for inching away, it feels impossible, because here there are still many parents who accompany.

As a courtesy taught papa, not to leave the dining table after eating. Because it makes our ethics less well viewed by friends, even family.

[Hallo.]

[Honey, where are you? How do you sound like a lot of people?]

[Yes, Pah, this is again in the cafeteria.]

[Well, at this hour why are you in the cafeteria? Isn't it, your break is still long, honey?]

[I mean Ziva, not in the school cafeteria, Pa.]

[In the hospital canteen, Pa. Yeah, well, Papa doesn't have to come here, because Ziva's fine, okay.]

[Tell papa where you are, don't make papa worry about you, son!]

[Okay-okay, in hospital H. Anwar.]

[Wait for papa to get there, yeah, you're there. Don't go anywhere.]

Without answering, the phone died by itself. While Anissa drew her seat closer to being slightly docked, the two neutrals looked at me very seriously.

“Who are you calling again, Ziv? It looks very serious?” tanyanya.

“Biasalah, my papa. He's worried and wants to come here, really, right, so people.”

“Ziva, your papa is not a kepo, but he loves you very much. Don't be like that, because parents are very worried about their daughter when outside alone, the sambar” Om.

“But, Om, Ziva is no longer alone. We're crowded, right, here.”

“Don't argue, Ziva, briefly if your papa is like my mama, you can say he's a kepo again!?” anissa snarled with her floor.

Hearing those words I was speechless, because what he was going through now was very draining of tears. Maybe what he said was true, because all this time I haven't felt what he's felt.

“Sorry, yes, Nissa. I don't mean to say that, today you taught me how valuable parents are to us,” I replied very softly.

“Nothing, the important thing is that you love your papa. Because he is a meritorious person for your life now, even though our lives are already at the peak of glory, remain Ziva like this.”

“Iya, Nissa. I'm proud to be friends with you, because you guys I already consider to be my own brothers. While the mother never thought her child existed or not in this world.”

“Ziva, you mean don't think that how, huh?” ask Anissa again.

“Yes, I thought I was separated when I was born in this hospital for a few weeks. And until now, I didn't know how mom's face looked. If you have good parents, sometimes envy also see it.”

“Do I have to tell you, Ziv. If you can't see your mother, I guess that's the one I chose. Rather than watching my mother when she was shackled by my father, it hurts. Our lives are locked up in a basement, for what? Because I prefer a new wife, her secretary. You think that's easy for me?”

After hearing Anissa's words, I, Aunt Risma and Om in black clothes were silent in a thousand languages. Never before had I imagined that Anissa's life story made me want to shed tears. According to his confession just now, if his life and his mother had been confined in the basement for seventeen years.

My heart, even my heart felt like it wanted to explode hearing that remark. Tears just flowed from the curves of my cheeks, so cruel was a father who treated his flesh and blood like an animal.

God ... do I deserve to complain, hearing that confession kills this commonsense. What a cruel man has taken the happiness of his own flesh and blood for seventeen years.

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