THE TIRED EYES
Episode 16's
After having a wonderful vacation with my girlfriend and friends, I can feel that my life is very beautiful. I am very happy and happy with this holiday, even though my father has not yet returned, but Joseph can replace my delayed happiness. And I also promised Yusuf that if father had returned and we planned to go on holiday I would take Joseph with me. Seconds by second kept going and kept changing. Actually we wanted to take the inn tonight but because Salma got sick so we decided to go home tonight as well. Nita and Mira decide to drive Salma home because their house is a bit closer. My home is far from their home. Joseph also brought his own car as well as mine so we did not go home together. Our car came home together. Hehehehehe….
On the road, Joseph and I separated. I immediately drove my car to get there. And I really hope my dad gets home. Suddenly I was very surprised, I almost hit a cat in the street. I don't know who left the cat in the middle of the street like that. After waiting for the cat to step aside, I finally continued on my way.
When I got home, I heard a noise inside the house. Is there a party? Or is dad back? I asked in my heart with great joy I immediately went to park my car. I look
there was a piece of bamboo that stood upright and also on it hung a tangled white cloth. Was this? Isn't this a sign that someone has died, is it? Then who died?. oh I just remember it turns out that today is the day of my sister's year. They're these. Is there no other idea than this to make a surprise for your own child. I want to quickly join in and celebrate this happiness.
I opened the door of the house and at that time I saw my family gathered in the living room there were Opa and my Uncle-unties who were crying. They looked at me for a moment and they looked at me. I smiled, and I whispered I knew. I immediately made myself cry. So that later jafa can be more afraid when I see me cry. I try to remember the painful days
i cried. But none of the painful things I remember. I really have a hard time crying. So that their plans did not fall apart because of me, I also tried to imagine that my father really died and at that time I was really successful in crying.
Opa looked at me for a moment in wonder as I began to cry. Maybe he acknowledged my greatness that could read what they were doing without telling me. I continued to cry while waiting for Jafa. Suddenly the person who was waiting for the end came as well. And he really walked up to me and hugged me. I could feel the pain my sister was feeling. He who continues to cry in
in my arms it was as if I was completely fooled by this family game.
“Kakak don't cry, dad will soon come home” said my sister who continued to cry. I didn't understand for a moment what he meant. Has my father not come home yet then how is this plan done?. I kept looking at every corner of the room, all my family gathered. My mom was in my aunt's arms and my mom looked so limp. What's the matter? Why are they so involved in the role. Why they look so serious than before.
open wide. Some people came in by lifting up a pale-looking man on top of the coffin. Why is the drama so so serious and so clear. Where's celebration? Why do people cry so long?. My father was laid on a bed that had been provided in a room this big. My mother approached him and kept shouting. My aunt kept calming him down. I continued in my confusion.
“what is this?” I asked while holding the cold sweat that soaked my body because of my worries and fears. Everyone looked at me with a surprised face.
“ what is this?” ask me again in a louder voice because no one answered me.
I immediately went up to my father and shook him.
“father wake! What the fuck? What kind of game is this? Dad's up! Jafa was crying. Look at! “
I dragged Jafa near my dad
“dad look jafa already crying, he's already fooled dad. Wake up now dad.pronounce jafa” I kept forcing dad to wake up but opa immediately hugged me and kept holding my hand so as not to move my dad's body repeatedly.
