25 Years of Father
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Two months passed. My body is healthy again after the curettage operation. Where I began to get busy with my routine of working as a writer and voice actor on one of the platforms. Honestly tired I feel so much every morning when I wake up. Even I realized the disruption of my content at that time must also be the influence of my heavy work.

Sad I often feel. When many people think the work I do is very easy and relaxed because there is no need to go out of the house to feel the heat of the sun. Without them can feel every time I work my stomach feels tight because it fills the voice with various characters. Of course it's not easy. When I forced the sound continued to come out endlessly where my abdominal muscles worked so hard pressing down. And everything I do I can't do in a relaxed position.

Many times Angga asked me to work with beds when I was sick. But still can't. My job demands that I stay seated from morning until night. Some people only know what they see when I walk around with my husband. They don't know when people are asleep at the hour, I still have to work sometimes late at night.

And this is not all my will. But there is a need we have to meet. Even my job that I can't ignore. Every year there will be a performance appraisal. If my performance is not consistent, it will all have a bad impact in the next year.

“Anggia, how are you? How was his birth?” This morning when I started work. Cellphone's ringing. I saw a message coming in from one of my friends.

“I miscarried, Beautiful. Two months ago I was on curettage.” a message I sent in reply.

“Kok can anyway? Why says doctor?” I told him everything even though I knew it wasn't really important.

“Yes, Anggia. Patience, may you be blessed again. Though you have relaxed enough that work at home just for a novel. Still can miscarry too.” My face suddenly smiled wryly hearing that.

I don't know why I'm so sensitive when people talk about my work with words just busy with novels. Don't know they even work more hours than those who work out there. I wanted to get angry screaming, but I realized it was all useless.

I just smiled without replying to the message. It's okay, what matters is that with my silent work like this all my needs and desires can be fulfilled.

Later I want to be able to succeed by continuing to save and can help many people. It is my dream that I am still living in right now.

“Who is dear?” asked Angga who made me see my phone ringing.

“Dad.” answer.

I'll pick up the call immediately. “Where?” Such a short question.

“At home, Dad. Again lunch with Angga.” I replied slowly.

“What's your husband?” Dad asked back. I mentioned one by one the dishes that were served at the dining table.

And Dad also reminded me again to arrange healthy eating.

“Remember Anggia, take care of your health. Look at my sickly father. Eating anything is not allowed. Just porridge and brown rice. You are young take care of your health. Not pregnant yet?” My expanding smile suddenly disappeared upon hearing father's question.

Even my sadness alone can still be felt at this moment when remembering the surgery that I really did not want.

“Not yet, Father.”