25 Years of Father
Sadness Separates

Being a wife is not as easy as I feel. Today after returning from home, we decided to go straight to the city where my husband worked. Although it is hard to leave father and mother, but there is a marriage that I must take care of her integrity by always beside the husband. Mom and Dad hugged me. If I think they're just taking me away, they're not. Dad just gave me some money so I really can't help my sadness.

I had mistaken Dad for too hard and prestige. Where when the proposal I feel sorry for Angga who had to add to our marriage money as I asked.

It turns out that at this time I realized that my father's request was not to raise prestige as a woman's family. But, all those funds actually fit the cost of our wedding.

Guilt as I felt.

“Dad, what is this? No. gabe. This money is for dad only.”

“What the hell? This is money for you to fill the house there. I have more money for my mom and dad here. Already take this.” It was hard to get money from my dad.

Where should I give my father and mamah money instead turned those who gave me money after marriage.

I hugged my father many times I said thank you.

“Remember Anggia, tell husband. You cannot keep money secretly. This is for household yah?” I just nodded.

Father and mother really know if this child is always concerned with saving than anything else.

We went home with Angga who was with me. The journey we took was far enough to require a plane to get to the city where we live.

The short story journey is over. Where his phone rings sign the incoming message. My smiling face saw the message turned out to be Ica who sent me the message.

“Kak Anggia, not yet? Bedroom loh.” Laughing sadly I read a message from my sister.

Immediately I called Ica, she told mom and dad that we had reached home.

A simple and still empty house we entered. It was quiet, different when I was at home a lot of people who lived. While here I will really start everything both.

“It's money from dad to keep us at home he said.” I show you the cash I carry in my bag.

Angga was quite surprised to see the amount of money we knew if it was a gift from our wedding when the event.

What I thought was money for my parents. It turns out that my father gave it to us.

“Daddy really good well?”

Where do I know if he doesn't have any more money.

“I don't mind at all, Anggia. I've tried to mean there's no objection to me. After all it is for us to marry and also mediocre again to pay everything.”

I hurried to clean things up without even discussing it again. Where everything has passed. And so our lesson is not to be so bad at everything you decide.

Since childhood I knew that my father was the one who thought long ahead in every decision he made.

One month two months to three months running time. I finally came home alone to take care of the moving papers.

I am so happy to see my arrival. She asked me when I was not pregnant.

“There are no grandchildren for dad?” I just shook my head.

“This father, I just got married. Replace it maybe not already in love.” I replied slowly.

Dad was silent, he did not say anymore but we actually discussed other things by sitting casually on the porch of the house.

Mom joined us to sit down. An unusual atmosphere I felt when I came home. The father who often acted cold and indifferent now actually laughed at my babbling about my husband.

Not long there I had to go back. I don't know why my mind was so scared to leave my husband alone for so long. I was afraid to give a stranger a way into my marriage.

“And you just arrived, Anggia. Dad still misses loh.” I was sad to hear Dad's words.

I want a long time too. I don't know why I feel different when I go home as a wife and go home while still a student.

“Later father same mamah to there well bring adek Ica. I wait, now I'm going home first.

I know dad still has a hard time letting me go home. But, I just kept quiet without saying anything. Mama cried to see me go home. It turns out this is what it feels like to part with parents to go with the husband.

“Iya in a few months we will be there. Remember to take care of your health, do not be tired. Tell dad if there's anything? Never fight any husband again in front of people.” That's the message my father said to me.

All the way home I kept crying. If I could've wanted to, I'd have brought my parents to live together. But, that's all impossible. For all the efforts of father and mother are there.