Respect Movement

I'm Relented

"So any of us should be judges, sir?" tanyaku.

"really so. Must, not just judges you already know, there are some law enforcement in Indonesia that plays a big role in combating corruption. The first is the Police, the Judge, the Prosecutor. A good lawyer. But I don't expect any of you to be lawyers. And the most important one is the press!” Mr. Anwar stopped for a moment. He sipped warm tea.

"You know why the press is more important, the press is the fourth pillar of democracy after the executive, the judiciary and the legislature. The press plays a big role in controlling democracy in our country. You should be a part of what I mentioned. Judge, Prosecutor, Police, Press. These four alone hopefully corruption will be minimized," said Mr. Anwar confidently.

"But we don't know what you're saying yet, when can we decide?"

"Fastly, yes soon you should be a part of it.”

"How about tomorrow Sir?”

"Tomorrow, you agree tomorrow we gather again?”

"Agree sir," exclaimed we were compact.

Mr. Anwar is gone. Faris also left. Slowly we got out of our seats. Bang Affan still had a reddened look on his face when I saw him. He took a book. We're silent. I finally got a call from my mom back to the store. That afternoon the buyer was no more. It has been raining since noon. The street area is full of shade. Mama told her shop employees to buy martabak kecek. He said the martabak was the best of the other martabak. After devouring martabak we closed the shop and went home.

I just arrived from his office. Like coming a big tsunami he was very angry with me, he said that I am a child who does not know gratitude, does not know himself. I just fell silent. I don't know what the cause is.

“Why angry with me?” my many.

“You asked a lot, I told you not to close the store before five!”

“But, Yah.”

“Basic children do not know themselves” said Father angry.

I'm speechless. Dad went into his room. Mama said, Dad had a problem in the office being carried away to the house.

At night Misya has not come home. After my mom called, she said there was a similar event with her office friends. Just got home in an hour. Dad took a call from mom, then talked aloud by phone, “Misya, no longer need to go home or as soon as home.” Mom's tears are flowing.

"Well, Sister Misa has said from yesterday, she will soon be home too" said the mother crying.

"Mama doesn't understand. The kid's lying now, Ma!"

"But, Dad…"

"Already Ma, what my father said was true" I said in defense of my father.

"Ma, our son just admitted it. The child today if accustomed over time increasingly dangerous ma"

Mama still keeps crying. Her tears fell. I rubbed his shoulders so he would calm down and not cry again. Even though the water is spilled, it still adheres with a warm comfort. Dad doesn't care about it at all. Dad's out of the room. We had dinner together. The dining table is a quiet grave with no vocabulary. In the middle of dinner, my tears fell and he kept wiping them off.

“Well, why not add?” ask mama. My mom was always patient with what my dad did to her. He never fought back at all. Crying for him is a cure for wounds in the heart.

“No appetite Ma” said Dad finished his meal.

I'm gawking.

"But, Dad"

"There's no buts. Wh why? I don't want to be a lawyer!" dad said a little loudly.

"Sorry, well, I can't, that lawyer never got in my favor and I never aspired to be a lawyer. After all, the reader defends more of the wrong"

"You don't want to hear said Dad ya” said Dad nodding.

“Lawyer works professionally. Not all lawyers are like you said."

"But Well, most lawyers do. Do not know which is right and which is wrong as long as the contract is defended, Defending the wrong is not the right!"

"You are a terrible child, from tomorrow you must meet the father. His office is in front of our shop." Force Dad.

"Well, but…"

“If you don't want to see him, be careful you”

Dad went into his room. Mama calmed me.

"Mama knows what you want. Whatever it is, follow your father. He knows better than you."

"Mama defended dad too?"

"No, mama doesn't defend anyone. Mama just wants you to obey your father, mama does not want you to be the same your father quarrel, mama can not stand the loud noise in this house, let alone snapped. Lately you have been angry. His emotions are unstable. Mama asked for your help, tour what your father said." said mama back crying.

“Iya Ma.” I'm patting.

I walk upstairs. I shut the door of my room tightly. My feelings today are like being struck by lightning. I know my heart is blinded by my own. My heart lies for a path of tranquility. I want to rebel, my heart hurts my own heart. Forcing my own will means challenging Father's orders. I know the ego is getting bigger. But the shadow of my mother made me unable to do anything. I know this selfishness will kill me. Killing my own heart. My heart kept stirring between forcing my will or following my father's will and obeying my mother's words. Tonight is a very sad night for me. My eyes are not closed. I danced the blanket to cover my whole body. Slowly raining down, I fell asleep. Misya arrived home a few minutes ago. He's going to his room right away.

The father who knew Misya came home, hurriedly wanted to see her.

“Misya, open the door!” exclaim Dad while banging on the door.

Misya's sister opened the door, her face lowered.

“This is the last time you do this, again I will not forgive, understand?”

“Paham Yah” said Misya Kak limp.

Dad then went back to his room. Misya's sister is breathing. He also closed his eyes.