Why ?

Unaltered

"When I was at the point of understanding this moment the most, I re-thought that if I had just given up that day, I probably wouldn't have been able to find today and feel what adulthood really is"

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The atmosphere of the house that felt changed, after I traced along the corner of the house and the room there were a lot of changes. Could they have replaced all of these houses?.

But I don't know, everything has changed not with my room, still they leave with the most comfortable decorations for me while in the room. It felt so cold that it was comfortable for me a few days after I got home from the hospital.

There is something that has changed drastically in this house, my parents why they have returned so quickly, even I see Papa spending his days relaxing and occasionally going to work. I see it's not as usual, is it not working anymore?.

So did Mama, she would come almost every minute and open the door to my room by greeting me with the same question whether I felt better!. After that he returned to struggling in the house whether it was cooking or cleaning my room which should be the task of bi Ima. This change felt so foreign as long as I came back good.

And one thing that made me confused with myself, I don't know how long I've been conscious in the hospital at the time, I didn't even say a word to my parents. Every time I was around them, my tongue seemed stiff to be talked to so that they ended they did not respond even once.

Just like now, I was sitting on the balcony staring across the street until I realized that someone had opened the door.

"Darling, are you feeling better?" ask Mama who has been standing next to the connecting glass between the balcony and the room.

I didn't even say a single word to answer him, just like I always did. I felt too comfortable with their absence in the days of my life. To this day, I am quite grateful that I have been able to get through a lot of things that happened and I came back well regardless of their whereabouts again.

"When you bring warm milk, you bring warm chocolate to Rendi as well" he said, putting the two drinks on the table.

"Rendi is still being carried, again chatting with Papa. Maybe a little bit more he'll come here, Mama stay yes," he said by stepping away from my vision.

I don't hate them. I am not disrespectful of their existence, it's just that I've been through a lot by myself and rather have gotten used to it. I know very well this is wrong but how to re-assure my feelings towards them. I know they've gone too far in supporting me, they may have their own tiredness that I can't see. But I love them and they remain the same to this day. The difference may be in not showing that feeling anymore because I think I have enough to understand how to be a wise adult.

"Hm.... Well I guess it's time to start all that's been missed" I murmured as I sipped the warm milk made by Mama with the same cup, oh yeah this hasn't changed.

"Hm!" Briefly said.

"Let aunt bring her drink down!" he raised the glass of milk and chocolate.

Down ladder....

I could see clearly they were laughing happily at the little things they were talking about.

In the middle family room crowded because both parents Rendi is visiting, they are also considered as my own parents. It's just that these few months I came back not so familiar with the people around me except Rendi and Sean.

"Darling! Here son," call Rena's mother Rendi who saw Gres standing at the end of the stairs.

Seeing that, Rendi was already beside him and slowly invited me to sit down with them.

Some days I rarely met Rendi at because he was busy doing his job as a master on campus, and today he just returned from Germany because of the lecture activities carried out two weeks later.

"How are you?" ask Randy after sitting down.

"Good!" my answer is short

"Mama kangen is the same as you! Sometimes playing at home again yes, later mama cook a lot so you can eat as much as Rendi!" exclaimed mama Rena who has embraced my body softly, even my own mother did not dare to touch me since that incident.

"Let's Ma!" reply potluck.

"You'll go home, son! Your mom yesterday bought a lot of gifts when she came home." Said Andika Her father again.

"Ia om" I replied because I'm used to calling his father Rendi with that name.

There are many things they talk about with occasional laughs. However, to me it was quite foreign and I never even met. I think I've lost a few moments about them. I don't know, it looks like they never did this before or maybe it's just my feelings.