Rhinayung

My Dad is Approaching Me

Today I went home from school an hour longer than usual. Because I have been in 3rd grade Junior High, so began to hold tutoring to prepare for the UN. My grandmother already knew about it. So, the supply of rice and drinking water should not be left behind like a few days ago.

Arriving at my grandmother's house, the shop closed. Grandma's gone to the fields to find grass. This morning Grandma told me, the house keys and the shop keys were put where. So, I can still open and guard the stall.

"May today be good grandmother's sustenance, aamiin!" I muttered as I started opening the shop.

Waiting for the stall was a fun thing. Although there was a TV, but I rarely turned on. Sometimes I do PR or study in between time guarding stalls. At night, I don't have to study anymore.

"Rinayoung!" call my dad right in front of me.

I didn't know my father was coming, because I was concentrating on the book I was holding. After that call, I didn't answer. Just looking at his face, which was typical with the romance of anger and excitement.

"Good, the shop is open! Take a pack of cigarettes!" my father said later.

"Pay ya!" I said as I moved from my seat.

"Please!"

"This is a trade, if you want to take yes pay!" I said later, without fear or trembling.

"Based on a bad boy! Where's a pack of cigarettes! Take quick! Or I poisoned your grandmother's goats!" he began to threaten.

I was silent, not wanting to obey what my father said. The demon of the future inhabitant of hell apparently began to threaten me. I think I have repented and been guided by Mr. Dio. Turns out my dad was really mean, nasty and violent.

I fell, but I tried to get up to chase and hold my father so as not to take my grandmother's merchandise again.

"If you want to take it, pay it! Grandma's been struggling to start a stall business again from scratch. Why would you want to destroy it again? Repent before death to pick you up!" I shouted out loud.

"Oh, you want your father dead? Uh, I'm your father. Without me, you wouldn't be in this world!" he said as he stuffed my mouth with a washcloth in the stall.

I was annoyed, but all my might was to take that lump of cloth out of my mouth.

"I wouldn't have been born your son either! The sooner you die, the better!" I said back without thinking about the consequences.

"Yarrr!"

A slap landed again on my cheek. My head feels dizzy. My jaw hurts. Although this has often been obtained before, but it turns out I am not immune. I can still feel the pain. I hate my father. Without feeling guilty, my father left the shop with a pack of cigarettes.

I'm confused, what else. The price of a pack of cigarettes is twenty thousand rupiahs. I don't have any money to replace. That means, my grandmother will lose today. My mind's fucked, really fucked. Grandma told me to take note of what trades were sold today. Then at night when the stalls began to close, grandma recorded the rest of the stock. I can't and won't lie to Grandma anymore.

I hurriedly washed my face, so that the tears would no longer be seen on my face. But when I screw up, my cheeks are swollen. There's a pretty decent bruise. I'm looking for a mask, to cover up the bruises. I don't want anyone to know, let alone my grandmother. But how I hide from grandma, while grandma is always with me and watching me. Ah, I hope Grandma's not that detailed tonight. I don't want to see Grandma sad.

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