The Child Ignored

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Every night there is a common prayer to pray for both the deceased and the deceased.

I was never absent, after the Maghrib prayer I went there first, helping to prepare seats and banquets for the people who prayed.

Thank God everything went well until the seven days of the death of Mr. Danu and Bu Nana. Ms. Niken distributed food to orphans and widows and widows in the local village. Not to forget also a green sheet of money.

During this time of grief, no farm was taken care of. With no orders I also felt that I was obliged to help take care of the farm, Mr. Danu, because through this farm I could repay the kindness of Mr. Danu and Bu Nana. I am determined to keep the farm and also mbak Niken as strong and as I can until mbak Niken can find a good life companion and who want to help develop the business of Mr. Danu who is currently still running.

Seven days after the death of Mr. Danu and Ms. Nana I came to see Ms. Niken to hand over the money from the farm for a week. And explain about the finances I've been managing for the past week.

Ms. Niken did not respond so much to my remarks, even just taking a glimpse of the report I wrote in a regular notebook. Ms. Niken closed the book and thanked me and asked me to continue to help manage the farm of the deceased Mr. Danu.

For me this trust is an obligation that I have to carry out. With and without pay.

The next morning I saw that Niken came to the farm with a bushel, I thought that Niken would jump into the farm to check our performance, but it was wrong. Ma'am Niken came to the farm to meet me, and gave me a bushel containing breakfast. In addition, Mbak Niken talked about many things about the farm, and asked for my help to take care of the farm, both in money management, employee salaries, and everything needed in the farm, he said, mbak Niken only ask for a deposit of money from the livestock every week, even if there is still leftover, otherwise it is okay, the important thing can be to pay workers, he said.

Today when I was delivering chicken meat in a restaurant that is quite famous, even the three branches of this restaurant, he said, also I who supply the chicken meat.Kedukan staff who used to take care of the purchase of cooking ingredients in the restaurant is currently not in place, reportedly being licensed because his wife will give birth, he said, I was directed to meet the restaurant owner. Because I was also curious about what the face of the owner of this famous restaurant is, I agreed. Because as long as I deliver fresh chicken here, I've never met him.

This will be the first for me, to meet directly the owner of a restaurant that is fairly successful.

I was delivered by one of the waiters at the restaurant. He led me to the door of the restaurant owner. Immediately I knocked on the door, and hearing that there was an answer that allowed me to enter, I rushed inside.

I never expected at all, the figure I adored in my imagination, turned out to be a figure I never wanted to meet. I met a person whom I had forgotten all along. The figure that once abandoned and discarded me. A cruel man in my opinion. Turns out he's my father. My biological father. He lives in luxury with his new family, while I, having to live out the compassion of others.

At first I was surprised to see her figure. But soon I neutralized the look on my face. I'm trying to be professional, I'm trying my hardest not to think of getting to know him. And I wish he wouldn't recognize me.

Our discussion is about the quality and price of meat. Then he gave me the money according to the amount to be paid. All the business is done and I return to drive to some restaurants that are still waiting for fresh meat from the farm of the deceased Mr. Danu.

It turned out that my father did not recognize me, thank God that he did not know me, because I would not call him father, and make him my father. For me my father was dead when he rejected me and asked me to leave his life. Only Mr. Danu and Ms. Nana are my parents. My birth mother? I don't know, I don't want to see him, I don't want to have another rejection. I felt what it was like to be dumped by my real father. I had enough, and did not want to repeat the same feeling. Let it be my whole life that I will never see my real mother, rather than get hurt again. This is better. My life was decent and untrammeled in the streets.