The Sun Becomes a Star
May VS Papa
“Hati – heart May ..” Papa said when I told you about Kevin.
“He is mature, while you are seventeen years old,” Papa said again. I know that Papa was going to use the word ‘ingusan’ as a contrast to Kevin who is mature.
“But Kevin isn't like that Papa. He is a very good man,”, I said defending Kevin while telling him what he did for me yesterday.
“Yes, Papa knows May. But you also have to understand that today everything can be made. It could be that something that seems genuine turns out to be an imitation item. Not only May's goods, but also” appearance
“May's feelings say that Kevin is a good person” I said with great annoyance.
“You're still the first time you met him khan?”
“And that's enough for May to know and be sure that Kevin is a good person.”
“At least don't decide too quickly. Moreover, do not make a decision if you are in love. Everything needs to be tested May.”
“Ih Papa, who is in love. May khan just has a crush,” I lied a little.
“Papa may have to meet him first then Papa will regret having thought that not – is not about Kevin.”
“Maybe May. Even Papa himself is not sure will understand about him in the first meeting that lasted less than an hour.” I knew Papa was going to mock me with such words.
“Papa, my heart is happy. Why isn't Papa happy too?”
“Beautiful Papa, Sun, Papa used to be like you. Papa used to also have a friend who with his maturity dazzles girls – young girls who do not know what – what”
“Maybe not even Papa's friend –. Maybe Papa himself is so ..” my tone is rising.
“I can't believe you talk like that.” Papa said while holding his breath.
“Only khan, maybe for that reason also I now so do not have Mama” I said while running crying to my room.
I can't believe Papa wouldn't support my feelings at all. I do not ask for money or goods – items of my desire. But it's a feeling. Just imagine, even I am currently in love. A seventeen-year-old girl is in love. Is that weird ? Not at all, is it ? and Papa doesn't want to understand. I hate.
“Papa khan just ask you heart – heart May” I heard Papa's voice from behind the door. “It's not fair that you blame Papa with a problem that has absolutely nothing to do with this Papa. Moreover, you bring – bring your Mama. That's no khan May!”
“Not. Papa doesn't want me to fall in love. Papa just wants me here to continue until old”
“Small number. You know what about this world?”
“Already know a lot Papa. I know how to make money when my classmate – friends get allotment money from their parents. Even their parents want to buy them a cell phone! While me? To buy a mobile phone I have to argue with Papa and work there – here before I can really – really have a mobile phone !” I kept crying and buried my face in the pillow until it got wet.
“Im sorry Papa May. Papa's not a good parent to you. Papa's been sneaking May, and you don't want to understand Papa.” at all A moment later there was the sound of the door being closed and Papa stopped his motorcycle and left.
It's not the first time that me and Papa have fought. We often quarrel because of – small things. Like who should wash the dishes after eating the example. But not infrequently we are angry because of – things that are very principle. For example, about having to major in whether I after graduation later. And put it this way, every time we fight Papa will go out leaving me alone at home until we equal – equally sorry and mutual apologies.
“Your words are outrageous May!” imelda said behind her aquarium.
“So my Papa blamed me. And now even my pet turtle – also blames me !”
“I just said the right thing. You are indeed outrageous.”
“What you can do Imelda. You don't know what it's like to be a seventeen-year-old girl in love.”
“If you think I've never fallen in love you're wrong May. I've been in love!”
“You spent your whole life in the aquarium. How did you find a partner?”
“You think I don't have a life before you lock me up in your cramped room?”
“I don't want to lie if I feel comfortable in your crowded room.” Imelda's voice tone declined.
“I'm sorry Imelda. I know it's not good to be locked up. I'll let you go if you want.”
“No May. I want to stay here. Who will you chat with when your Papa is gone if there is no me ?” I was crying again. Imelda is my best friend.
“Trims Imelda.”
“In my ancestral land May. Every turtle – turtles always respect parents.”
“Even if they are guilty?”
“Because we know they did everything for our good May.”
“And now you want to defend Papa?”
“Have your Papa done anything to harm you May?” I just shut up.
“Never not ?” I'm still quiet.
“Do you ever feel that in front of your friend –, your teacher or your student you tend to be a sweet child. Say – delicate words and search – find a way not to create a conflict with them ?”
I don't know why I kept quiet, maybe because Imelda's words were true.
“And you also of course often feel in front of your Papa you are free to say anything. You don't have to say – subtle words and be a sweet child. Tell me I'm wrong May!”
“You don't corner me Imelda. You will never be able to make me feel guilty by saying – things that are excessive like that. Absolutely no use.” I said while trying to cover my head with a pillow.
“All this is true May. You don't want to know why?”
The tighter I cover my head with a pillow so I don't hear Imelda's nagging.
“Close your head constantly. Let you run out of breath. I am a – May turtle. Will not be able to call an ambulance or give artificial breath.”
I just let my head stay behind the pillow. But over time my breath became crowded as well as what Imelda had said. Then I pura – pura sitting while leaning against the wall while still putting on an irritated face.
“Listen to me May.” Imelda continued her sermon. His head was raised – high and he was sitting on one of the small – stone mounds that I painted green inside his aquarium.
“You never try to keep your attitude and mouth in front of your Papa because you know you don't have to be sweet and kind to get his attention. In front of others you can pretend – puras are good and sweet but you do not feel the need to pretend – puras in front of your Papa. You know very well that he loves you and you do the opposite, no matter what you say or do. You become a very honest person and you can be true – to be yourself in front of your Papa.”
“He loves you for who you are. Unlike others who love you on multiple terms.” Imelda attacked me with – tubes. Just like in a debate race.
“Imelda. You further cornered me with the words – your word. I can't stand .. “
“In addition to not being able to stand you also feel sorry and want to apologize immediately. Admit it. You do not need to keep prestige in front of a turtle – turtles..” Imelda said while holding her two hands and tapping – knock one of her legs.
I was crying again. The difference this time I cried not because of anger or annoyance, but because I felt sinful. I hurt Papa so much. I'm starting to worry about him.
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