The Sound of Tears

Seek

"hey lady sucks. Where have you been? I've been on the phone since, why aren't I picked up?"

hendrick said in an elevated tone.

"mmm. sorry sister, was Shella again cooking in the kitchen and keep hp left in the room"

"cook? can you cook?"

"can dong"

"masa"

"if Brother Hendrick wants, please just come here" I said annoyed while closing the call.

'basic man is strange, not morning, noon, night, always annoying. issshhhh.. why do I think that guy' I murmured. Then I got up and took the mother's letter, I read it again.

Mr. Pratama and Ny. Mentari

jl. pioneer no.03 north jakarta

021-123654

"however I should be able to meet my parents"

A few minutes later I heard the sound of Dari calling me from outside the room.

"Shella's... Shella... There's a friend of yours coming, son" exclaimed Bu Tari.

" yes, ma'am..."

Then I got out of my seat and put my mother's letter in the closet. After that I stepped out of the room into the living room Turns out that Miss Tari and Brother Hendrick were waiting for me.

"sister Hendrick? why is brother here?" my many.

"Why, it's up to me dong, ma'am this dance is the same as my mother, is it ma'am" replied Hendrick

"have not argued. oh yes Shella, said bi Siska earlier you cook the dishes of the field, so the mother came home for a while. the mother actually had long wanted to eat the cuisine of the field".

"yes ma'am, the food is already Shella prepared on the dining table" I said.

"Alright then we just go eat together, let's kid Hendrick" invited bu Tari.

That afternoon we ate together, did not forget bi Siska also participated in enjoying the pasture cuisine that I had made. It all looks so good eating my cooking, especially Hendrick's brother, among the four of us. He is the one who eats it the most.

After lunch, exactly at 11.30 WIB, it means there is still about two and a half hours left from my course today.

I was getting ready to shower and change my clothes. Then I went to dance, followed by Hendrick to go to college.

"Hey girl sucks, why are you going first?" ask Hendrick.

"sorry big brother, there are things that I have to do" I replied as I accelerated my steps towards the front yard of the luxury apartment.

Lali Hendrick immediately headed to the parking area and caught up with me.

TIN...Tiii..

The sound of a very loud car horn stopped my steps.

"Hey, where are you really going? let me deliver"

"no need sister, Shella can be alone" I said again continue my journey to the intersection. But Hendrick's car came back to me.

"What a strange human being." I shouted annoyedly.

"why are you? no wind no rain play just like that, can you appreciate someone? have you never taught your parents about manners" Hendrick exclaimed from his car.

Suddenly my heart ached hearing the words of the man. I left that place immediately. Riding a taxi, I tried to find the addresses of my parents.

'Hopefully my parents are still there' I murmured with hope. Arriving at the address written by Ms. Siti, the mother who treated me since childhood.

TOK TOK TOK'S...

I have repeatedly knocked on the door of a minimalist house that seemed less well-maintained. No answer was heard. Then a man in a brown shirt and black pants passed by.

"Assalamualaikum son" said the moustached father.

"Waalaikumsalam sir" I replied.

"Meet you, my name is Shella. If I could know. Where is the owner of this house, sir?" my many.