Playground

2

That was the beginning of my life story. A new long life is about to begin. I'm the youngest son of Handoyo and Risma. My name is Cista Putri Handoyo.

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I woke up from sleep when I heard the voice of my father who did not stop to apologize to Brother Clara who was still filled with anger.

"I'm sorry father son, khilaf father. I didn't think your mother would be this close."

"That's because mom's patience is up, bad dad." Answer brother clara.

"I'm sorry dad." Said the father again while crying.

I cried, The first time I saw my father cry. But even if it's useless, regret that you showed can't make mom recover.

"I hate you" My inner self.

An hour later.

A doctor approached us. He said that my mother was dead. He also did not forget to give condolences, telling us to be patient for the departure of mother. Everyone was hysterical, crying. Om Herman was holding me.

Time seems to stop for a moment. I understand everything the doctor says. I cry in silence. My tears were so heavy that they wet the clothes of om herman who was still faithful to carry me. If only I knew what you were drinking this morning, if only I could prevent you from drinking that damn liquid. If only.. if only... . All if it were just an impossible wish that would happen, it would be too late, my mother would be gone. My mother has left me forever.

"Why can you leave a cyst. Why ma'am?" My inner.

(Propay man is indeed limited, maybe this is the limit of patience that you have to accompany your father as a wife. One thing I learned from my parents' story, every household life must be based on loyalty and honesty. That's just one of them, there are still many other things that we have to do to perpetuate a domestic relationship.)

After the entire administration and procession of the mother's bathhouse was finished we went home.

He did not wait long, but was taken to his final resting place. A family funeral 100 metres from the house. Grandpa bought the garden specifically to make our family funeral.

Sister Clara still does not want to get away from the navel that is still very wet, she really slumped, maybe because she feels responsible for the future of me and my sister, citra, because she is now the mother figure for us. As for Dad, we weren't really hopeful. The mounting anger and disappointment left our eyes blind that we still had a father.

"Mother, why can you leave me so soon, how can I live without a mother. My mother promised me I'd be a good, smart kid and make you proud to have me."I said in my heart while continuing to look at Clara's sister who still continues to hug the mother's navel.

I was still in Om Herman's arms, tirelessly he kept holding me, kissing me, hugging me tightly. Even my father didn't care about me since I was in the hospital, until the funeral was over he only cared about himself. So who is he sorry for?

Or maybe actually he was happy for the departure of his mother because with that he could be with his affair.

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Months replaced with years, little by little we began to be able to mengikhlaskan mother's departure, little by little we began to improve and reconcile with father.

Kak Clara galvanized me and kak citra to be more independent before she followed Kak Yahya to Bandung, because kak Yahya had bought a simple house there for his small family. He told Brother Clara to follow soon after me and kak citra in the sense of being able to be more independent in everything.

The departure of kak clara is certainly a new sadness for me, because we will rarely meet. Can only communicate via cell phone. Still misses it will be torture.

Only a few months kak clara in Bandung we have to accept the new situation again. Dad left without saying goodbye with aunt mira who incidentally is still the man's wife. Aunty mira also who had been the affair of the father, is the cause of the mother ran out of patience and desperate to end her life just like that, leaving me who was still a child, still need a mother figure .

The hatred of the father that was not gone but must be added many times now, I believe it will be more difficult to forgive father. I hope he gets hurt for leaving his son to be with that woman. He will feel wasted one day.

For some reason I don't like aunt mira very much, I feel like she just wants something from dad. I think one day God will awaken Dad, hopefully when that time comes we will be able to forgive everything.