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Bullet 10: Misunderstanding?

My body feels weak, leaning back against the chair. The desire to argue was instantaneous. It seemed, there was no point in talking anymore, but I still had an obligation to answer.

“So much,” mumbled, resigned.

Mama's plots don't scare me. Relaxedly, I started pouring water into the glass. I had breakfast at high speed which made my throat feel dragging. Right now, choking to death was far more terrifying than his sinister looks.

“You will definitely be caught by the police!” his sweat.

Calmly, I drank the water I prepared earlier, before replying, “that's good, I'll prepare some marbles.”

“Shoppers?” sahut mom.

“They are my friends, so I have to prepare some toys to play with,” I said, while putting down the glass.

Mama flabbergasted. His eyes shifted a moment, before looking back at me. His facial expression suddenly changed. Apparently, he forgot his son was a cop, or maybe it was because of the sound of the glass earlier. I put it a little rough, so it sounds pretty obvious.

“You heard that?” tanyanya, looking at papa.

Papa continued to eat, although he looked over for a while. Apparently, he's not interested.

“Even now, he's smart talking!”

Mama continued to grumble.

The clink of the sound of the plate clashing with the spoon shocked the entire room. Papa who was originally eating quietly suddenly glared. While looking at Mama, he rubbed his lips with a tissue.

In front of him, on a plate that was now almost empty, the spoon was still shaking. He looks very angry.

“Stop Anita!”

Papa who usually rarely calls mama by his name suddenly shouted.

“You rule me?!” mama snapped back, much more fierce.

“M-I mean, Gilang is already big.”

Papa who incidentally his permanent members husband fear wife immediately lackluster. The tone of the voice that had been shrill like an opera singer, immediately dropped dozens of octaves.

“Clear why?!” sambar mama, add bark, “only because it is big, keep you free to shout at me, so?” continued.

The situation instantly turned tense. Tears began to trickle down on my cheeks which surprised us all. Apparently, fried rice is not a sign of morning lecture, but a world war.

“B-Not so..”

“I sacrificed my life to give birth to her, lost my uterus, and now my left chest is also taken!” break up mama, “he's the only child I can give birth to! What's wrong with wanting the best for her?” he added.

Papa fell silent, immediately stopped arguing. Meanwhile, I lowered my head. I felt guilty, asking for help. If I knew things would turn out like this, I wouldn't have let out that rotten style.

“The best in our opinion is not necessarily true for Gilang,” said papa, trying to ventured into an argument.

As soon as I turned my head, I planned to stop this discussion.

But when I was about to ask him to stop defending, suddenly mama snatched first, “do you?”

He turned to look at me, asking in an emotional tone, “what now do you also have your own truth?”

Instantly I bowed back.

Complicated things are now clumping in my mind. I was just planning to escape by trying to be a little humorous, but things got really tragic instead.

“Don't you realize, Gilang has been suffering all this time?!”

Suddenly, father raised his tone again.

“Anew?” mamma.

“When SMA, she always comes home battered!” remember papa, “he even suffered bullying, until he had to change schools. All this because we are off guard and assume; a school that has a good reputation must have a good environment,” he added.

My mom looked at me, like she wanted to say something. But when I returned that gaze, suddenly her tears flowed. The sound of crying started to sound that made me feel sad.

“Didn't force her to get married that way too?” ask papa again, try to calm him, “do not use the disease as an excuse to make your child suffer. Don't fall into the same hole again, ma!” continued.

Papa started rubbing my mother's back. Normally, it would immediately manage to temper his anger, but not with that day.

“This is my fault?” mama asked, in a trembling voice, “all this is my fault?” repeat, take turns staring at us.

“Not that mak-“

“Continue what do you mean?!” broken mom.

Mama shook her head. He suddenly stood up, but papa's hand quickly grabbed him.

“Stop doing weird and over thinking about it!” papa said.

“If what I do is strange, then what do you think is not?” ask mama.

For a moment he paused, then replied, "well, I'm too old to think of that."

Mom glared at me. His forehead wiggling. In fact, his hands were already clenched. It is not surprising that eventually papa's face was hit by a slap, but fortunately all that happened.

“Life healthily, and stay by my side for a long time," papa pinta, "slow down, we find the best answer together!”

Papa, rub your hands gently, so that he calms down and wants to sit back. Both seem to disagree.

“I, I, all this time, did all the best for you, and our son!”

“I know, all this time, you feel guilty and try to be responsible, but Gilang is not the answer,” said papa, “I can not give a better answer, indeed, but one day there will definitely be another way out!” continued.

This isn't the first time I've seen them like this. Several times, I managed to divorce, but this time it felt so different, that I was still silent. I don't know why, I feel like I should let them.

“Quite accompany me watching him until that moment arrives. Gilang still needs your guidance, ma!" papa said, again, "stop saying as if something bad is going to happen! As I did today, you also have to do this, when I stepped wrong,”.

Mom was silent, followed by the sound of crying that filled the room. It sounded so heartbreaking that it was contagious to me. Even without realizing it, my cheeks were already wet.

“Im sorry mom, pa!” say mama.

I gave her a tissue, even though I myself wanted to cry. I have to hold back. Otherwise, the entire floor might be inundated with tears, due to the cries of one family.

I just realized; how great is the affection of parents. How great their sacrifice was, and how little my gratitude had been. All I do is complain and complain, without giving anything back.

“I'll do it!” my spoken.

“Hah?!”

They spontaneously looked at me.

“I, will receive that matchmaking!”

I repeated the statement more clearly.

“Do not mess!”

While pounding the table, my mother suddenly stood up. He looked very angry and surprised. In fact, he almost collapsed on me. Fortunately, papa swiftly stood up to hold his shoulder.

I guess I shouldn't have said this.

I regretted it, but my decision was made.

“Stop, Lang!” exclaim papa.

“Even if you say so, it's too late,” said mom, “you rejected all our acquaintances, and yesterday was the last chance!” continued.

Both of them showed a creepy face that made me realize at once, why is mom so angry. But at the same time, it confused me.

Shaking my head, I asked, "what did yesterday refuse as well?”

Mom looked at me with a horrible expression.

“You, say bad things to people's children, and now harass girls!” snapped mama, “you think life is messing around?” he added.

“Increasing?” my question, confused.

“You're making-“

As he answered, the phone suddenly rang.

Mom immediately gestured to wait. Looking at the look on his face, he seemed to be desperate to slap me.

Wiping tears on his cheeks, he raised the call and acted as if nothing had happened. It seemed, that call really saved me.

“Why did you even say this?” papa protest.

“I mean it,” answered me.

We kept arguing, because papa felt; what he did was in vain. Ten minutes later, my mom finished chatting.

“Yesterday you said, want to go to Fira's house again?” tanyakanya.

Mama sat back down. His sinister face now changed into a curious expression.

“Mm, I promise to take him to Om Hadi clinic,” I replied.

“Why?” mamma.

“Not that I told you, if his leg was hurt?”

“So, what did you say was real?”

Instantly I sighed. It was so surprising to hear that question.

“Mama didn't think, any reason?”

I asked back.

“During this time, you always talk rudely to all our acquaintances, so mama thought..”.

“That's yes, you don't trust your own child?” my break.

The two looked at each other with faces of confusion. It seems, they are one frequency. Papa began to ask about the contents of the conversation on the phone earlier, and mama replied with a look of confusion.

From their conversation, it can be concluded that the misunderstanding has been resolved. In fact, her mother Fira asked for an appointment and asked, “when will I come to her house.”

“We thought, you deliberately did harassment so..”.

“Axcessment?!” break up, “you think I want to ruin my own career, just to avoid an arranged marriage?” sanku.

I'm shaking. It's really annoying. With an innocent face, the two nodded their heads so compactly.