FATHER
TheHearing I remained chirped at my position, he even threatened not to pay for my college. The challenge that he rippled I answered with my action ran away from home.
My life is back to the way it used to be, alone. struggling for my life, free, free to reach all the dreams I had always wanted to achieve. until finally 2 years passed. Suddenly, he came and stood in front of my boardinghouse door.
The appearance of the man was much different from 2 years ago. Her eyes are sunken from lack of sleep, her body is thin and begins to wrinkle, and ... where is that haughty, haughty face she used to show? Only a sad expression I could see from his face at that moment. But my resentment and anger are still very much against her. I immediately throw him out of my house. it turns out the stubborn nature of his head is completely unchanged. He stood there, not budging at all. My conscience increased, I pushed her body away from the door and I went away. Oh god, how stubborn is my father's head. With his vulnerable body he is still trying to chase me. I had to speed up my pace, running across the highway right in front of my boarding house.
What I did not know was that a boxed car was speeding toward me. When I realized it, I just resigned and suddenly everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I thought I was flying to another realm, but no. In fact I was still sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, while the more crowded crowds clustered in front of me. Curiosity builds up and sees what has happened.
In my eyes, the man was lying, covered in blood. Not feeling my tears welling up, my shoulders began to shake violently. I do not know why my tears ran so hard without being arrested. The fear of loss ran through my body. For the first time, I realized, I loved my father.
My father's brain hemorrhaging because of the accident was too severe. His life can not be saved. As the only child, it is clear that only I can continue my father's business. 2 days after my father's death, I went straight to the office. Take care of all the necessities I need to replace my father in the company. I went into my father's office to clear up his relics. and I found a shabby letter that caught my attention in his desk drawer. I read the letter slowly. My breath caught reading every sentence in the letter.
...... My dearest son .. The sky of Ramadan. Where are you now? Dad miss you. Do you remember father? You must be big now. Sorry daddy, son. Sorry father. Daddy left you and your mother. Dad stranded you. Sorry father. Dad can not accompany you to grow up. Dad never gives you the spirit when you play ball with your friends. Dad also never accompany you to play, Dad never did what a father did to his son. father apologize, son. Dad really sorry. Leaving you and my mother, is the biggest mistake my father ever made. Sorry dad ...
Drops of the tears of my father's eyes are still clearly printed on the paper. Makes me realize my biggest mistake. Hating my father, someone I longed for. look forward to his affection and his embrace. Now it's too late. I was really late to realize, that in fact I love my father, that I really need attention and affection, like other children. Then I cursed myself. God, why is regret always coming too late? work of Mirza Diani Amalia
I hate him. Bnar-really hate. The middle-aged man, whom I ought to love the most, the only person I had after my mother left, I hated to death.
Every day, I always come home after midnight. To me, being at home is like in Hell. One reason, because there was a person at home. Everytime he caught me back late at night, he immediately scolded me all out, grumbling at length. about this is, it is. What he does not know is that his long speech is useless. Throwing away his energy, because I did not pay any attention to him, closing my ear tightly, as if no one was talking to me.
I do not know what's over me, until I really hate it. He's my father! My real father! but what am I worth calling Dad? She took me and Mother away, while she remarried another woman, younger and more beautiful than Mother. Then suddenly he came back into our lives after she left him. What does this irresponsible man call my father ?! Where did he go ?! Mother and I, struggling with life on the streets, without a penny. A pack of rice to eat we were very grateful.

What kind of father, who let his son, squeeze the sweat under the sun, let his son gamble for life in the middle of a street full of cars milling about, while he was feeling good. Sitting sweet, relaxing in a luxurious house with the ignorant woman without even thinking about my condition and Mom. I asked again, what is it worth mentioning father ?!
The height of my hatred for her, at some point, when I tried to soften my heart to join her with dinner. He invites me to talk about my future. Next month I graduate from high school and go to college. He forced me to major in Management economics to continue his business. But he never knew, since I was a kid I wanted to be an artist. then, I refused his opinion and said my opinion to take a major in arts. But what did he do ?! In fact, I scolded me, insulting my opinion, berating my dream since childhood, telling me that I was really crazy and stupid when I entered the art faculty.
I told him half-snapped, "I'm big, I can decide my own life! It's my life, my privilege to decide where I'm going next! I'm not a robot you can command around here!"
Hearing I remained chirped at my position, he even threatened not to pay for my college. The challenge that he rippled I answered with my action ran away from home.
My life is back to the way it used to be, alone. struggling for my life, free, free to reach all the dreams I had always wanted to achieve. until finally 2 years passed. Suddenly, he came and stood in front of my boardinghouse door.
The appearance of the man was much different from 2 years ago. Her eyes are sunken from lack of sleep, her body is thin and begins to wrinkle, and ... where is that haughty, haughty face she used to show? Only a sad expression I could see from his face at that moment. But my resentment and anger are still very much against her. I immediately throw him out of my house. it turns out the stubborn nature of his head is completely unchanged. He stood there, not budging at all. My conscience increased, I pushed her body away from the door and I went away. Oh god, how stubborn is my father's head. With his vulnerable body he is still trying to chase me. I had to speed up my pace, running across the highway right in front of my boarding house.
What I did not know was that a boxed car was speeding toward me. When I realized it, I just resigned and suddenly everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I thought I was flying to another realm, but no. In fact I was still sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, while the more crowded crowds clustered in front of me. Curiosity builds up and sees what has happened.
In my eyes, the man was lying, covered in blood. Not feeling my tears welling up, my shoulders began to shake violently. I do not know why my tears ran so hard without being arrested. The fear of loss ran through my body. For the first time, I realized, I loved my father.
My father's brain hemorrhaging because of the accident was too severe. His life can not be saved. As the only child, it is clear that only I can continue my father's business. 2 days after my father's death, I went straight to the office. Take care of all the necessities I need to replace my father in the company. I went into my father's office to clear up his relics. and I found a shabby letter that caught my attention in his desk drawer. I read the letter slowly. My breath caught reading every sentence in the letter.
...... My dearest son .. The sky of Ramadan. Where are you now? Dad miss you. Do you remember father? You must be big now. Sorry daddy, son. Sorry father. Daddy left you and your mother. Dad stranded you. Sorry father. Dad can not accompany you to grow up. Dad never gives you the spirit when you play ball with your friends. Dad also never accompany you to play, Dad never did what a father did to his son. father apologize, son. Dad really sorry. Leaving you and my mother, is the biggest mistake my father ever made. Sorry dad ...
Drops of the tears of my father's eyes are still clearly printed on the paper. Makes me realize my biggest mistake. Hating my father, someone I longed for. look forward to his affection and his embrace. Now it's too late. I was really late to realize, that in fact I love my father, that I really need attention and affection, like other children. Then I cursed myself. God, why is regret always coming too late?