The Heart I Choose

For Father's sake

At the end of this, Dad is more selective if there are men who approach me, since Bima suddenly cut ties after knowing my family. Bima may feel a Mia is not worthy of him, he considers all this time my parents are money and live in elite housing. Several times he said the real thing he didn't believe, thought I was joking.

A lot of people who know me think I'm rich. With a smooth white skin, a sharp nose and a tall stature, I seemed to fit a rich predicate. Whatever I wear is always considered branded goods, even though it is only KW goods that I happen to like the color or model.

No wonder many men who approached me from the upper middle class, continued to arrive - suddenly lost after knowing the reality. I never pretended to be rich, Dad was just an amateur photographer who was present at the celebration without an invitation, taking pictures of everything he saw, then photos of them Dad washes, he says, hoping they would exchange it for the rupiah that Dad would use for our needs.

I also only graduated from Junior High, because I realized my father would not be able to finance me to continue to High School, I chose to give up so that my sisters continue their school. I can work anything to help Dad. Although Rita's mother actually worked, but she did not want her money to be disturbed, almost all of the money was sent to the village for her children and parents.

For me it doesn't matter, it's his right, but it's often the problem that if the money is lost, then we are the accused, told to confess, or look until we can, he said, otherwise we have to replace even if it has to be in the way of installments, he will carefully record the bookkeeping.

That's what makes my sisters do not feel at home living with Dad, they prefer to live with Aunt Vienna's younger brother Dad.

Only I survive in this house, I do not want Dad to feel the loss of his children, after previously losing the Wife who left the house without news when my younger brother was only 5 months old. Until now I don't want to talk about it, maybe later if Dad already thinks I'm an adult.

I've forgotten my real mother's face, many say her face looks like me, maybe yes, because Dad only inherited height for me.

"Miaaa,"

"Ayaaah, make me surprised," my heart almost dislodged.

"Why Dad? Mia was shocked to know,"

"You know what, his eyes were on the TV but his mind went nowhere, until I turned off the TV still didn't notice." Dad laughed while gently hitting my head with the remote.

"There sleep! it's late tomorrow, work."

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Arriving in the room I could not go straight to sleep, there were already many texts and missed calls on my phone. Mas Wandi called from earlier, I don't want to reply, tomorrow morning, I think maybe he's asleep at this time.

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Crane..kring.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum,"

"Waalaikumsalam Mia, why from last night Mas sms not replied, the phone is not picked up?"

Was Mas Wandi angry, because I did not reply to his text last night.

Seriate...

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