You Who I Miss

Blow-out

Tomorrow, on a Sunday. Me, Dicky, Melyn, Anis and Dodit were going to do some really unpleasant cycling yesterday because of one problem. This time we were just cycling around the complex. I wasn't allowed to go through with my mother at first, but because of Dicky, she finally allowed me to.

We've all gathered in front of Melyn's house only Dodit hasn't come yet. After the events of yesterday, Dodit and Dicky's relationship deteriorated. Even so Dicky had promised me, to avoid and ignore what Dodit said. Shortly after, Dodit arrives, but he doesn't have his bike.

"Well, why don't you take a bike?" asked Melyn.

"My tires are leaking" said Dodit.

"Which kek?, when you walk." asked Melyn.

"Hah, this cake alone, I borrow Rissa's bike, Rissa's bike there is a boncer, I'm the same Dodit can be boned." said Anis.

"Oh yeah, yes, but my bike is bunting tires, not pa-pa what is used both?" I said while showing my tire that bump.

I don't know why my bicycle tires are like that. It should have been changed by my bike today, but I said to my dad tomorrow.

"Not pa-pa times, slow down later, do not have to race" said Melyn.

"Yes well,." I said.

"Your feet?" said Dodit. I smile.

"No pa-pa really, it's been treated with the mother, no longer sick" I said.

"Let's walk, we'll have another afternoon" Melyn said.

"You are the one who was driven" Anis told Dodit.

"Gak ahh, I want to sit back" he said.

"Ihh." said Anis annoyed.

"Come on."

We also left. They took me to a place I didn't know. While enjoying the view of the complex in the afternoon, they explained to me the names of the roads we went through. I am so happy to go on a bike ride with my friends. While cycling. My bumpy bicycle suddenly erupted. We all stopped and walked over to Anis and Dodit.

"You are Anis." said Dodit.

"Where is this?" said Anis.

"You're the one, the fatness, the tire just erupted" said Dodit.

"It's also your fault Dodit, don't beat Anis up" Melyn said.

"How about this, I'll get angry with you" I said with my tears that wanted to fall.

"Where is it now" said Melyn.

"I must be angry with you" I cried as I looked at Dicky.

"Don't cry Ris" he said, wiping away my tears.

"I want to go home" I said.

My mood disappeared immediately. I ran while crying. I left them. They called my name, but I didn't care about them. Even Dicky on his bike was after me.

"Rissa." call her. I'm stopping.

"Whether you follow me, I want to go home, you go home" I said in tears.

"Yes, this is far away, later you go rough, with me yes" he said. I kept quiet while continuing to criticize.

"Let's go up" he said.

"I can't stand in the back, my legs hurt" I said.

"Sit in front" he said. I kept a quiet child thinking yes or no to Dicky's offer.

"Come." he said. I had to sit in front too.

This was his first time cycling with him. I deg-degan. I can't even look to the right or to the left. I just kept quiet, crying, thinking about what would happen to me if I got home.

"How will you be angry?" I said in tears.

"Your father won't be angry, I'll talk" he said. I didn't answer.

"Have not cried again, later I will stay you here" he said.

I stopped crying. His intentions must have been to joke. But I was afraid that Dicky would really leave me there. I still don't know the road there.

***

Arriving home. I saw you watering plants in the front yard. I got off the bike and looked at Dicky.

"No pa-pa" he said. Dicky and I walked into the yard.

"Ehh, it's home" said father.

"Mother" I said to my mother and immediately hugged her.

"Well, why are you?" asked the mother. I didn't answer.

"You're sick" said Mother, examining my forehead. I shook my head and hugged my mother tightly.

I heard my voice calling me. I got more scared, I hugged. I felt my mother also start to get anxious after hearing Dad's voice as if she was angry. My mother held me and hugged me tightly as if she had not let anyone hurt her beloved daughter.

"What is this, Dad." I asked worriedly.

"Ask Rissa." Dad insisted.

"What's up, son?." asked Mom

"Rissa's bike broke because of Anis" I stammered.

"Where does the bike go?" asked Dad firmly.

"Rissa stay." I said.

"Why was he left behind?" asked Dad.

"Rissa was afraid that Dad was angry" I said stammeringly.

"It's already yeah." said mom.

"Rissa here." said Dad.

I tightened my embrace. Coded me, that I didn't want to. Mother patted my back, trying to calm me down.

"Dad's not mad at Rissa, come here" said the father.

"Have heard your father." said mother.

My mother dropped me off too. As I hiccuped, I stood in front of Dad.

"Dear of you." said Dad. Dad took me and hugged me.

"The bike has to be replaced, I told you." said Dad. I just cried in my dad's arms.

That's how my dad is. He is firm and disciplined. Because of my father's assertiveness, I was afraid to make a mistake and make him angry. I was wrong and was punished for standing outside until I had a fever. Mom even had a fight with dad, because he was too strict with me. Even so, my father is not evil, he is still the head of a good household and loves his family.

"Not crying anymore" said Father, kissing my forehead and lowering me.

"Now Rissa keeps taking a shower and taking a break, don't play anymore" said Dad.

"Bicycle?." I asked.

"Dad tell Dicky to take it, have a bath there" said Dad. I'm nodding.

***

Not long after, the bell rang. I'll open it immediately. That was Dicky. I saw him talking to Dad. I'm curious. I also walked towards them.

"The bike, will be given the same Om Damar, om." said Dicky.

"Om not good with Anis's dad" said Dad. I'm silent.

"Try calling him first" said Dad walking inside.

I silently looked at Dicky with my teary eyes. He walked over to me.

"Why?, you got mad at your dad huh." he asked. I shook my head.

"Anis?." I asked.

"He scolded his papa" Dicky said.

"It's my fault, 'cause I, he's scolded, he's not gonna play with me anymore."

"Son, he's gonna play with you."

"But, he scolded his papa because of me."

"Tomorrow at school, you're sorry for him" Dicky said. I'm nodding.

"I'm going home, tomorrow I'll meet Anis" he said.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalam."

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