The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Childhood (2)

The helpless boy fell asleep on the bed warmed by the sun. called out a name from early morning, and his feet trembled in rhythm with the sound of his voice.

little Zan who from the morning was sitting next to him could only listen to every single cry that came out from there.

"why are you here?" one sound made little zan instantly turn his face away.

"command lord Kino" he answered.

"where's mama?" with great difficulty he sat down from his sleep.

the questioner was silent, he wanted to never know about other people's problems, but circumstances never understood his wishes.

"where's papa?" change the question, hoping to answer it.

"have left since early in the morning" of course he would answer.

"we're friends, aren't we?" looking at little zan.

zan only returned the gaze he got, he was never told to be his friend.he only received the command 'never to die'. has it been called a friend?.

"are you mad because I didn't give you a toy?"

"no" in short.

"in that case, why are you holding me back when I want to chase after mama?" said quick.

"that's Mr. Kino's order" was equally quick to speak.

"i've always asked you to play but why have you never heard my orders?" talking very fast.

"what's your order?" challenging his interlocutor with his gaze.

Rangga, who was very small at that time, was only silent when he got a gaze from Zan, who he had just seen for the first time.

"i don't want to invite you to play with swords anymore" stare fierce even though for zan the gaze of Rangga Little did not scare him at all.

don't forget that Rangga is only five years old.

"spend your breakfast, your teacher is waiting downstairs" pointed at the plate next to the bed and left.

Rangga kicked his blanket until he fell while staring at the missing zan behind the door.

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it was noon, it was time to eat the lunch the waiter had prepared, but the boy decided to close the book and approached the teacher who was putting his books in his bag.

"what is it, Mr Rangga? is there anything you don't understand?" asked the teacher looking down at Dimata Rangga small standing.

"all your material I've understood since you first taught me, do you have no more material? every day you always repeat that" he said, which has been proven.

"sorry Mr. Rangga, tomorrow I will prepare new material" he must always obey the wishes of this other student.

"that's not what I want to ask" crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"good"

"what is divorce?" his eyes that were staring at it were very innocent and very incompatible with his question.

"i ask you to answer not to daydream" he said, still crossing his hands.

"the divorce is a separation that occurs when a husband and wife are no longer in love" after thinking of finding the best words and easy to understand, he finally replied.

"mom and papa don't love each other anymore?" masi's style was the same there but the water of his face had changed.

the teacher was once again silent, silence was already the best option for now.

"thank you for today's lesson" little zan suddenly came and bowed to the teacher.

the teacher picked up his bag and walked away from there leaving the two boys.

in the room there was a temporary silence. zan who was cleaning the study table rangga, and rangga was thinking about the words of his teacher earlier.

"is it true that mommy doesn't love each other anymore?" asking zan but being asked is like paying attention to his hearing.

"i'm asking you" pulled Zan's arm until he turned around and looked at Rangga.

"why are you asking me?" the cold.

"who else is here?" half shouting.

zan resumed his activities, inserting a pencil that scattered on the table.

"mama's gone, is papa going?" asking again, but like asking the wall.

"mr Kino won't be like that" this time he immediately replied.

"pa and mama don't love each other anymore" slammed her little body into a soft bed.

"you were given homework, right? do it right away" it's done cleaning.

"help me do it" he said very slowly.

"don't you understand everything?" staring flat.

"i can't focus" he said, sounding sad.

"lunch first after that do your work" stepped away from the rangga who was still lying there.

"you're going to accompany me?" sit down and turn her body.

"sir tan has prepared your lunch" continued his steps without turning his body.

"hey wait!!, promise you'll accompany me" ran after Zan who had already closed the door.

finally zan accompanied rangga to make his homework, that was the answer from him. Rangga alone did not understand the language.he thought rangga just did not focus on calculating the mathematical formula, but everything seemed to disappear from his head. he even got the formula wrong and misread this messed up, Zan thought.

"dad, mother what should I do?" staring at the face of a sleeping rangga on his study table with books scattered around him.

actually, Zan already knows everything, the divorce that happened he already knew before than rangga.but he was ordered to keep rangga not to be hurt and not to be nervous to know it. but everything flows like water, a child who is still small will know everything in accordance with the path of destiny that has been written by God.

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ps: remind the author if there is a typo