Pasung Tuan Muda's

76. Being At The Wanted Own Phase

“Can I join here?” ask someone who suddenly voiced his words.

Without being able to answer, Ziva and I turned towards the face that was closing the two neutrals using deep-black glasses. Not only that, the thin-moustached man in a black suit on his body was very seriously staring at the two of us. Yes, my spontaneity is a thousand languages silent because I don't know what to say. May or may not be the language to express the person's words.

“Why are you guys like that staring at me? Is there anything strange about this appearance? If you can't join, yes, let me go from here,” said the man again, then he threw a gaze right into Ziva's face.

Then, I elbowed Ziva's arm a little. “Ziv, you know this Om?”

Without answering, Ziva only nodded twice while turning a gaze. Before long, the best friend on the right side also took the bag he put down. I don't know why Ziva seems so upset, which must be an early guess that he must have known the handsome guy.

“Nissa, why do you see me like that?” tanyanya looked at it briefly.

“Eng-no, I'm surprised. Why did you suddenly change that expression, the feeling was safe.” After saying, I placed the back of my right hand right on Ziva's forehead.

“Hmmm ... she is my papa, the time you forgot her?!” omel Ziva is a little bit of an ogre.

After hearing this, I was wrong and suddenly embarrassed. For some reason, this feeling was very afraid because he had been staring at him like a stranger. Though he was a good person, even though I only knew him at a glance did not know his heart how.

“Eh, Om, ma-sorry. Please if you want to join here,” I said stammering.

“I'm sure I can join, entar Ziva does not give permission again,” he replied in a soft voice.

“Papa did, anyway, it's here. Disturbing the peace of people just know not,” Ziva's nagging again.

Hearing that, the thin mustachioed handsome man before me raised his head, then he opened his glasses and shook without a sound. For some reason, I feel so sorry to see a father being treated so harshly. Though I really want to have a father, although sometimes after thinking it feels impossible.

However, seeing Ziva's sudden fierce attitude towards his own father, I also wanted to give him some advice. As a child, moreover, he was a gentle man and was responsible with taking care of his son until adulthood, it was inappropriate to be yelled at like that.

“Om, please sit here, we don't mind,”.

Then, the man sat down and looked at our faces one by one. However, from earlier on Ziva just threw away an angry expression.

“Ziva, why are you acting like that to your father?” tanyaku.

“It is not necessary that we take a walk to be followed like this. Anyway, Nissa, we're big enough to take care of ourselves.”

“Yes, that's not the time to say it either. Anyway, your father came in a nice way, right, not scolding you.”

“Alright now, I don't like it!”

“So what do you want? Does your father have to leave here?” ask again.

“Yes, let my papa go from here. I don't want to ruin our moment, that's all. Please, our holidays are rare. Papa I am always busy with work, do not know what kind of child he wants.”

The worry a father has is more than a woman. It was finally able to knock on the door of my heart to agree that she would remain in the moment today.

“Then, I'm sorry to go first, you guys continue to eat.” After saying that, the man turned his body while setting his first foot on the sand of the beach.

“Wait!” my yelling.

Then, the man who had been treading suddenly stopped. With a brief look, he turned his head towards me who was calling earlier. Not only that, Ziva also seemed very sad to have said as harshly as before.

“Sorry, I'd better get out of here. Ziva, he is your father, and you can live like this because it can cost him.”

“Nissa, there is a phase in which we are alone. Am I the kind of kindergarten that needs to be monitored?” omel Ziva's.

“If I can choose, it's better my mom is here. Wherever these footsteps tread, because of the circumstances that made me have to keep going alone. Everything I do has to be my own, not like you. Money is there, eating can be expensive. Because of whose work? This man's work, you are aware of it.”

After saying that, I took my bag and walked across the man who was shaking. The breeze of the wind brought a step to get away from people who never appreciated struggle, let alone life. This is a way, how to respond to the spreader of affection on earth.

How do you react, if the hero of life alone can you hurt. Along the way, my tears were dripping unnoticed.

If only I still had a father, and his level of kindness was like that. Maybe life will not be this lonely, there is always attention, support, and give affection. But it feels impossible, because life has outlined this kind of destiny to me, the mind is in art.

“Nissa! Wait ..!” yelled someone from behind.

From the tone of his voice, it was Ziva. However, I still stepped up and ignored his words.

“Nissa-Nissa, wait. I want to say something to you now.” Suddenly, Ziva endured this departure.

“Ziva, I'll be home. I want to go to the hospital to see my mom. Rather than here, make friends with people who do not know how to thank the struggle.”

“OK, I'm sorry about you. But please, don't break our friendship. Only you can make me friends,” whine.

“Try you see the male face at the end there again.” After saying, I pointed at the man who was still flinching, then, “do you have the heart with his face that is so full of such affection?!”

“Sorry, Nissa. I'm sorry about my dad, we're back there, yeah. This is a request from papa, he wants to say something to you.”

“OK, if this is a request from your papa, I will follow. But if not, our friend until here aja.”

Hearing that remark, Ziva nodded twice. We both walked to where we were. With giddy footsteps, we arrived before the handsome man with the thin mustache.

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