Short Story (Cerpen)

Is it Happy for Me? (Part 2)

Category: Sad Love Story

Title: Is It Happy for Me? (Part 2)

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A hard slap landed on Dicka's cheek. He tried to endure the creeping pain, as well as his desperately held tears in order not to flow down. I don't like bad kids. After all, men should not shed tears.

'Well, is Dicka wrong?'

'Still dare to ask what's wrong with you, huh? You son of a bitch. Just go there to hell.'

Dicka was silent at his father's words. His heart felt very sick. He often wondered if for father he was just a lump of rotten trash that had to be thrown into the middle of the street?'

'Just hit. Let Dicka die. Let me not be ashamed to have a child like Dicka, ' he said cynically.

'You.. you've dared to fight father, yes!' his father snapped his fist at Dicka.

Dicka's body crashed into the chair behind him. Blood seemed to melt at the corner of his lips.

Dicka was still on the cold floor. His father stood in front of him.

'Wake!' dad's voice blared in Dicka's ear. In the next second, he grabbed her by the collar and showered her with a punch that seemed to never stop. Why would you do this to him?

After that, Dicka felt his eyes blur. He did not see the things around him clearly. Then, it all went dark.

Long ago, long ago, they were a happy family. Although father was a low-ranking soldier and mother only opened a stall in front of the house, she got complete affection. Until one day, the fight happened. A life-changing argument from Dicka. Become bleak. The picture of a harmonious family is gone.

Dicka peered through the open door.

'Based on the accursed woman! How dare you flirt with another man as long as I'm not home, ' Dad yelled while grabbing mom's hair. Mother also thrashed out of the clutches of father's hands.

'Where?' Where was your promise to make me happy?' I didn't lose to Dad.

Dicka looked at the two of them in fear. All this time, he had never seen his father and mother berate each other. Little Dicka, knowing only that his mother was gentle, never scolded him and his dear father. Why is everything like this?

'I've given you happiness.'

'What happiness? A narrow house with its furniture?'

This time, I did not answer.

'Now, what do you want?'

'I can't take it anymore. I want to get out of this fucking house, ' said the mother, putting her clothes in a bag.

'Where are you going?'

'It's none of your business. I'm asking you to divorce me.'

'But I love you.'

'Eat that love. I don't need it!'

Mother left the house without even looking at Dicka. In fact, he was near there.

'Mother.Mom don't go, ' Dicka said slowly as he followed his mother to the front of the house. She also pulled her mother's clothes.

'Release!' hardik's mother is rude, 'sana lives with the father.'

Dicka looked at his mother, but she really passed. Now, he found the harsh reality. Mom never loved him. Mother left him at a time when she desperately needed the caress of affection.

Lulu, she's approaching her father who's down in the room.

'Dad, why did you leave?' ask Dicka.

'Fucking kid! Go all the way from Dad!'

'But…'

'Go!' snarl his father again.

Little Dicka did not understand what had really happened between his father and mother. All he knew was that his father wanted to be alone.

After mother's departure, father's temperament changed. He likes to get angry for trivial reasons. She never held Dicka again like she used to. Dad let her grow on her own without ever paying enough attention. Not infrequently, my father beat him until Dicka cried in fear. Moreover, if he mentions the name of the mother, the father will increase the hard blow.

'Mom is dead! Die!' Dad yelled riled, 'remember that's fine,'

Dicka did not dare to argue. Not only his body was battered, but also his school achievements. Several times, he was expelled from school for fighting with other students. Teachers are overwhelmed by it. During Elementary, Dicka's academic grades were not problematic. He was always the class champion. But doesn't the world often feel unfair?

As she grew older, Dicka visited her mother for a week. However, only disappointment did he find. Not a loving hug or a longing hug.

Mother never considered me present to the world, Dicka thought bitterly.

He is not ignored at all. Never been noticed. Mother never missed him.

'Mother, may I hold you?' ask Dicka. However, mother only looked at him blankly, as if she was someone else with nothing to do. It was as if there was no bond between the two of them.

'Mother, may I hold you?' reworked. Wishing her mother would come and carry her, saying the words she had longed for, 'mom loves you, son.'

However, the mother passed by without saying anything.

'Mom, what's my fault? Why are you treating me like this?' inner Dicka was desperate.

Finally, he decided to go home. With a small bag, he stumbled without spirit. He feels small, wasted, and may just be thrown away. When she turned her head, she saw her stepfather, her new mother's husband, looking at her departure from the doorstep. No one was kind enough, even if it was just pretending, to drive him home.

Once at home, my father calmly welcomed his return. Dad doesn't seem worried that he's going anywhere as long as it doesn't bother him.

'Where?' ask dad in passing.

'What?' father said furiously, 'What did you say?'

Dicka just looked down, not daring to look into his father's eyes.

'From.. mother's house,' Dicka repeated quietly. Very slowly. But Dicka knew when I heard it.

The world became hell for Dicka. Dad grabbed her by the shoulder and started banging her head against the wall until it turned red.

'For example, well.' said Dicka.

'A damned woman like her doesn't deserve to be your mother.'

'Yes, Dicka promised never to see Mom again.'

Tears began to pool in Dicka's eye patch, down his cheek. His head hurts so much, he just wants to die. In fact, he prayed to God, who the people said was up there, 'God, just take my life. I don't want to live any longer.'

However, God never granted his request. Dicka was still awake staring at the real world.

'Good!' he said to Dicka. Then, dad smiled while grinning. A grin that felt scary to Dicka. I never messed with his threats.

Dicka limped to his room, if it could be called a room. Everything's a mess here and there with old furniture. Tables, beds, cupboards have not been replaced since twenty years ago. The most recent, is just a poster Maroon 5 which he just installed three days ago.

'You want to know how to kill yourself?' Suddenly, Dicka heard a voice and he became startled.

'What?' said slowly. I don't know who he asked.

'You want to know how to kill yourself?' The voice was heard again. Dicka's fur is really bristling now.

'Hanging yourself on a rope.'

'Drink mosquito repellent.'

'Mix water with rat poison.'

'Cut off your veins with a kitchen knife.'

The voice was heard over and over again filling Dicka's head. Not wanting to stop, even though he had closed his ears tightly.

'You want what?' dicka shouted with a thumping heart.

'Dicka you've been suffering too long. It's time you put an end to it all. Ye know? Your family never loved you. In fact, they always beat you up even if you don't make mistakes. Your father beat you, but you only wanted to defend him when your friends called him 'the drunkard'. Also, your mother who never loved you, even though you always tried to please her.

'No! Mom and Dad love me.'

The voice refuted, 'What is the evidence? They just abandoned you. They are too selfish and only attach importance to personal pleasures. Dicka.. You are worthless…'

'Then, what should I do?'

'Take a knife at the table and cut off your veins.'

It was like an invisible force was forcing him to take the knife. And, cress.

Dicka woke up with a breath of breath. His clothes were wet with sweat flowing down. Yeah, turns out he had a bad dream, really bad. Unknowingly, he fell asleep earlier.

When he came out of the room, he did not see his father. His body still hurts. Moreover, if later used for a bath, he would definitely grimace enduring the pain. Yep! During this time, he had indeed often provoked the anger of his father. But this time it was different. He fights not to show off, he really uses it for the truth, if indeed he still deserves to call it. However, my father did not believe in his words.

Happiness never again rests in his heart, until he does not know what it is like to be happy. All this time, he lived with a never-ending feeling of envy, anger, sadness, disappointment.

At this time, Dicka was in front of Ana's house, hiding behind a tree. Long time, he looked around. There's no one. I don't know, when he was riding his bike, he wanted to go here.

'Dicka!' call someone. He immediately turned his head and saw Ana staring in wonder at him.

'Why's face? Fighting again?' asked Ana worriedly, 'let's go in!'

'I can go into your house?'

'Yes that. Why were you there from then on?'

So, Ana's been seeing me for a long time, Dicka thought.

In the next ten minutes, Ana began to advise him various things while applying antiseptics. In essence, Ana told Dicka not to fight again until battered like this.

'So, who hit you?' ask Ana at last.

Actually, Dicka didn't want to say it, but Ana kept pushing. He gave up and answered briefly, 'Dad.'

'Huh?' ana said in shock, 'so, this is all because of me?'

'Yes, that's why I'm like this. Because of your confusion, ' said Dicka frankly. However, then he immediately connected, 'nothing. It's ordinary! Besides, my actions are right, kok.'

'What's normal?'

'It's common to get hit, ' Dicka said. Ana was surprised, Dicka said it lightly.

'Why do you care about me?'

'Well, just think of it as a return. I will never forget what you did for me. How about we be friends?'

'You want to be friends with someone like me?' Dicka questioned Ana's words.

'What's wrong with you?'

'I'm telling you, yeah. I'm rude, ugly, fighty, speedy…'

'If so, what's wrong? I believe you can change if you want.'