25 Years of Father
Raport Value

One semester I spent very boring. Ever since I sat on the Junior High, my dad has been really busy. Well we can say this is the beginning of his career after we really live with a lack of it. My study time that has been watched since childhood has now become free. I just get a warning to keep learning by myself. Unknowingly, I was negligent with my father's warning. I was busy playing in my room with my laptop. Maybe many do not believe that when I sat on the bench in Junior High even my father still forbid me to use a mobile phone. That's how my father is, his possessiveness to me is really very excessive.

And today is the day of the report card division where I was so limp and scared when I came home. During my time in the SD bench I was always ranked and this was the first time I got nothing at all. If I used to go home, Dad would be waiting for my results from school. Not really this time.

"Your mother, where's dad?" tanya was looking around the house where my father's car was not there at all.

"Sign in to the factory ngawasin development. How did it go, Anggia?" asked Mamah curiously.

Even if with Mamah I am more relaxed not afraid, because mamah never rude to me. She's just as strong as my friends' mothers are in nagging as well. Sometimes I also often disagree with him because it is difficult to understand his son. Mama's age is very young and maybe that's one of the reasons we often fight in small things. If there are many friends out there who want to mamahnya young, not with me. The most annoying thing is when the grabbing of clothes in the clothing store. I whose taste is too fast mature and mamah whose taste is so young.

With a limp hand I also thrust my report card with mamah. As I thought, Mom would be in shock.

"Anggia, why is your value so low? order twenty-five? From rank one." Mama's face was so shocked and I could only duck.

I realized all this time that I had never studied properly as long as my father never watched me again. I don't know why I feel so confused when I study alone. Maybe this is because my habit is always directed by my father until I can not get up on my own.

My eyes glazed with sadness at the thought of what Dad did to me. Until that one day since school I really never went out of my room. Learning tried to show my regrets that did not learn well all this time. Honestly, it feels like I'm lulled in the free time in the room without studying in front of my dad like more than six years I've had with my dad.

Just in the afternoon, the sound of the car was heard. My chest is so claustrophobic it can't be calm anymore at this moment. Fear of father's angry shadow made me tear down. My body feels so hot.

"Anggium! Anggia!" the sound of a call from Mamah made me immediately rush out of the room.

It felt like my legs were so hard for me to move. I'm afraid of course I'm very scared right now. Mamah must have reported all my grades with dad. Make no mistake, sometimes you like it that way. Not covering up actually makes dad even more angry with me. I realized that my mother's mother's soul may not have been formed due to marriage at a young age.

Until my eyes were round to see the state of the father was lying on the sofa in the middle room. There were some of my father's friends who helped him lie down. I was scared and sad at the same time I felt it.

In the sling there was my very small sister crying too. With initiative I carried him to let mommy help dad. I haven't seen my dad get sick like this in a long time. His face was so red. Maybe I was the worst kid when I was relieved not to get punishment from my father. But, to be honest, I am very worried about father's situation like this. His old body scares me every time you get sick. I'm not ready if one of my parents is seriously ill.

There mama was busy giving compresses to the father and giving fever-lowering drugs. Dad's body hurts just as easily as I do. However, in work dad always looks so strong when working on it.

Until the night, my fever had not gone down. Mom called the doctor and got an injection. Here I sit beside my father massaging his legs and hands. The room was very quiet. I dare not speak anything at all. All I heard was a muttering sound from my father due to a fever.

There are tears coming out from the end of my eyes right now. Mom was crying to see it. In my arms and I turned my face away, unable to see my mother cry. They are far from perfect parents. There are a lot of people out there who say bad things about them. But all I know is that they are so sincere with me. They never wanted me to live harder than them. That's why my father always taught me so hard.

Although our current economy is quite good, but father still imposed the system like we are still difficult first. Anything I want to buy is always rejected in addition to the needs of school. Dad says kids have nothing to need but school. Even toys I rarely buy.

Dad, who was so happy to have a daughter, sometimes bought me my favorite Barbie doll every time I came home from town. And it still remains in reasonable quantities. I don't like excessive things.

Honestly, I am proud of my father's upbringing even though it sometimes makes me sad. Why can't I have everything I want?

"Here" called my father when he turned to me.

I close my head when the hand is waving. Slowly father brought my head to his chest that was lying on the bed at this moment. On the stroke of my long fine hair. That's the thing my dad always does. She really likes my hair.

"Good learning, Anggia. I've worked hard for you guys. Do not be lazy to seek knowledge. Continue learning without age. Later your life will not be difficult will not be hot like your father and mother. I don't want to see my kids hard. Therefore the science that I can leave for you by continuing to ask you to learn. Demand science without stopping. Be a successful kid and help a lot of people. I don't want you to eat hard people's money one day. Eat money from your own labors." I cried hearing Dad's words.

I know very well, the best side of dad he never wanted to eat people's money. In our place, my father was an influential person. And that very much comes the temptation that you want to work with irresponsible people to reap the benefits of difficult people.