Rain Blanketed Clouds

The Firmness of the Father

The warm cheerful face had suddenly turned cold when the figure of Anggi saw the two faces in front of him seem to bend. Things are not okay, he thinks. The woman closed the door to the husband's room.

Not to forget, he also put the food he brought on the table.

“Arika, Dad, why does it seem tense well?” tanya Anggi stared at the two in turn.

Algam responded to the boy's words so calmly. “This is Arika talking about divorce. Wonderful as children today. It's easy to think of divorce.” said the man after a rough sigh, Algam rushed to the sofa to see Anggi's lunch.

While hearing that remark, there was an unpleasant premonition from the look on the woman's face at the child.

“Arika, are you okay? Divorce is not for you, is it?” tanyanya stared inside the child.

It was not Arika who spoke, it was Algam who was faster to raise his voice at that time.

“What are you talking about? There is no divorce for our family. Arika, remember! Divorce will not exist. Don't embarrass the family. Even you and Prawira just got married. How could I have discussed divorce?”

The harshness of the father's words was unbearable Arika dropped her tears.

“If even Arika's wedding isn't okay. Do you keep asking us to stay together? Don't you care about Arika's pride as a wife?” The voice of emotion was thrown from Arika's lips.

The woman began to dare to open her voice about what she was feeling at this moment. At least he didn't want it to be if it all got more painful.

Anggi frowned at the debate for the sake of the debate of the husband and his son.

“Dad, relax first. Arika let him talk. This is also because of the father who played a match. Look, Arika is suffering, right?” Algam's anger and emotions rose to see his wife defending the child.

“What's the reason you said divorce? Prawira is the only man I can choose for you, Arika.”

Arika did not answer. The woman held tightness in her chest. The breath he took was deep then he exhaled so violently. Even his body was shaking.

“The title I got right now feels like it's worth nothing, Dad. Even in the house my status is the same as the other maids and women out there. I'm just a woman who's content in my husband's own bed. I'm just a wife status winner. But not for rights as wife of Prawira.”

Arika saw clearly how the faces of her parents were listening carefully.

“I live with the women who also have my husband, Dad. Is that marriage still to be maintained? I can't stand it. It's not that kind of wedding I dream of.” Anggi approached and hugged the wife's body.

Where he felt a deep pain hearing the confession of the child.

“Yah. Must remain in defense. You're a Dr, your title will be in everyone's high view. Don't humble yourself to a divorce that will add to your title, Arika.”

Arika suddenly dropped her tears and sat on the chair to see the response of the father.

It is unexpected if the person who loves him the most actually acts stupid with his feelings at this time.

Telling about the harsh reality he experienced facing will get defense, calm and protection. All hope is not in accordance with reality. The father insists that no matter what happens there will be no divorce.

Seeing the father who had sat down to enjoy his meal, Arika lost her appetite to eat together. He ran out of the room without saying anything while crying.

Arika walked towards the car. Even the mother's screams no longer concern her at this time.