Short Stories Romance
New Year's Gift
“Nav, pack things. We get out of this house,” said Papa who made my eyes round. Bummer.
“Loh, why?”
“Papa is bankrupt. Home has been confiscated by the bank,” explained Papa.
This is the worst thing for me. How not? On the eve of the new year, I usually party with my school friends. Now then? Don't party, just get together no longer know.
“Why is it still silent?” ask Papa to me.
“And there is Bi Minah, let her take care of Naveen's clothes,” replied me who is still playing the device.
“Bi Minah no longer works with us. Papa is no longer able to pay the household assistant,” explained Papa.
Whats?
It seems like the suffering is just about to begin.
By force, I stepped into the room and opened the closet to tidy up the clothes into the suitcase.
“Don't be too much, it will be hard to carry!” said Papa who happened to pass through the door of the room.
I packed some clothes into a suitcase like Papa told me to. Pulling a suitcase without asking a lot where are we going to move to?
A taxi was parked in the yard. Suitcases large enough to be in front of the house and ready to enter the blue taxi trunk.
Where exactly is Papa taking me?
Take a taxi somewhere. I did not pay much attention to the streets, suddenly the taxi stopped in a fairly densely populated area.
“Ayok, down!” bring Papa.
We got out of the car and entered a very small house in my opinion. There are only two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a very small bathroom.
“Whose home, Pa?”
“Our new home,” replied Papa while putting the suitcase on the floor.
I put on a slanted smile, “Don't joke ‘ah, Pa! When do we want to move in this house?” I said I don't believe Papa's words.
“Papa serious!”
Looks like Papa is serious at this time. Die up! The time I have to live in a narrow and stuffy place like this? The area of this house alone, is almost the same as the area of my room first.
I grew up to be a funny character. Maybe because I'm an only child, raised by single parents who are busy with their office work. Today, Papa began to open a new business. Because here the village is the majority of its citizens as farmers. Papa opened a shop that provided the equipment needed by farmers.
“Nav, later help Papa nurunin fertilizer from car!” papa said.
“Yeah, Pa. Be heavy! Where is Naveen strong?” my real elak is lazy.
“If not strong, shame same body!” papa nyelekit.
Like this, inevitably I have to follow Papa's wishes.
***
Time passed and our lives were still like this.
“Pa, for money dong!”
“For what?” ask Papa who is counting the income from our store.
“Party new year same kids,” I replied casually.
“Nothing, Nav. This money to re-spin trading capital,” replied Papa who disappointed me.
“Five million doang no?” I was a little pushy.
“Don't five million, one million for now Papa won't love!”
I'm so upset with Papa. Coupled with our circumstances that have not changed until this moment. I took the keys to the bike on the table and put on the jacket.
“Where are you going?” ask Papa.
“Naveen, back!” papa's cry sounded faint because I was outside the house.
I did not pay attention to Papa's words and chose to go with friends even though I did not bring supplies. There is a real shame if you join them, but yes bodo very much. I can happingfun with them.
I finally arrived at the villa of one of my friends. There have been many people with very loud music. The bottle was on the table.
“Woy, Bro! Finally you came too,” said Keno who seemed to have drunk.
“Yoi, Bro! When do I want to miss the happy kek gini show? Bodo really if I did not come?”
“Woiihhh .. that, dong! Togetherness we must remain compact!” keno.
We are late on the eve of the new year with happiness. In our version, happy it can enjoy alcohol with friends and dancing accompanied by the loud music.
.
I woke up when my phone rang. I don't know what happened to me when I was drunk. Shifting the phone screen, it turns out many messages and missed calls from Papa.
I'd rather enjoy this new year's night with friends and not care what Papa says to go home. We continued the new year party until the morning of the blind.
“Gue back, Kuy!” I said as I stepped to the door.
They're still excited about this new year's party. I drove the bike at high speed this morning. The morning breeze makes the eyes more sleepy. I fell asleep for a moment.
“Aware, Nav, you again bring motor!” kataku sambi slapped soft cheek hoping to be aware of the drowsiness that whack.
Still driving the car and back this eye slightly closed because it is too sleepy.
Bruk!
I feel like my motorcycle hit something. I don't know what happened to me because things turned dark instantly. Fainted.
***
I opened my eyes, “Awwh!” My hand was holding my head, it hurt so much and I was shocked when this leg couldn't be moved.
“My feet, my feet why?” Trying to move but no response.
“Awoke up, Nav?” ask Papa from behind the door that is about to enter.
“Naveen's Foot, Pa. Naveen's legs can't be grazed!” I complained a little annoyed and scared to be one.
“Sabar, Nav. Maybe this is a trial for you,” said Papa.
“Meaning Papa? Naveen paralyzed?”
I stared at Papa's twilight face, asking for his testimony. Papa nodded faintly.
The world collapsed upon hearing this leg paralyzed. My future seems bleak without legs that can support the body.
.
The days I spent in a wheelchair. While my friends until this moment no one visited me.
It turns out that friends like them, only exist when they are happy. In fact, it was Papa who I thought did not love me, even the youth who took care of all my needs and treated patiently.
The love I never saw. Once this leg is paralyzed, then my eyes and heart open. If Papa loves me so much.
“Nav, sorry Papa, yes?”
“For what?”
“Papa is not a good parent,” Papa said with a bow.
“Pa? Naveen's apologizing to Papa. Naveen's eyes are now open, if Papa was busy just for Naveen. Papa wants to meet all Naveen's needs. Sorry, yes, Pa?” I held Papa's hand.
Papa looked at my face and hugged me warmly.
Sometimes, that great affection is hindered by a speck of pleasure, with one calling it a pseudo-friend.
