25 Years of Father
Rare Behavior Dad

Not yet over my grief, at exactly three o'clock in the afternoon my husband came home. Angga seemed to be smiling as I opened the door. Wonderful, it's not unusual for him to be like this. Soon I asked him.

“What's up?”

“Honey, tomorrow I leave for Bali. Two weeks for event escort.” My eyes water at the news. I don't know as usual I'd love my husband to go to work.

Where normally I wouldn't interfere with work at home. This time something made me feel uncomfortable. But I try to cover everything. I believe my husband will work well and go home without one less. Without Angga knowing two nights since his words I often shed tears for no reason.

Usually two weeks is not a long time for me to part with him. Even a month can pass.

And today comes the time when Angga will go to Bali. I drove him to the front of the house. A taxi came to pick me up to take me to the airport.

The kisses and hugs he gave me kept getting stifling my chest. My feelings really stuck this time.

A deal he gave me before he left.

“I promise only work. I promise I won't mess around, Anggia. I swear to God I only work.”

“If anyone goes to places of entertainment how? I will not be able to tolerate that, Angga.”, I said, reminding us that in our marriage there will be no name for friends of the opposite sex, touching alcohol, touching places of entertainment that we should not visit.

That's a principle I've been emphasizing since the beginning. I wouldn't want our marriage to fail just because of the slightest gap we opened.

“I swear I won't do it all, honey. Trust me. There is your surname and pregnancy later which will be the dependents on my oath.” With a heavy feeling I let my husband go.

Our farewell went two days. Everything's still fine. I was busy working, so was Angga who was busy working.

“Dad, healthy?” ask me a stale base.

“The name of a heart person can not be healthy. Howareyou? Your husband's home?” Dad asked me back.

“Angga leaves for Bali, Dad. What's up?” It felt like my father asked my husband when he was just talking.

“Loh to Bali? Why don't you just go home?” My mind was astonished. I don't usually ask you to come home when my husband is gone. Here is my home. Where I'm in charge of looking after and caring for. After all our economy is not that easy to go home in the near future.

“I will also have to work, Father.” I replied in accordance with my real activities while at home.

“Your work can be anywhere, Anggia. Dad kangen.” There were two meanings from the words of the father just now.

My work can be anywhere, maybe you do not know how I try hard to meet my work targets by continuing to remain silent in the room. The environment that must be in silence, even I feel that it will be very disturbed to work if there is one person who comes. Because everything will hinder my work.

Unfortunately, I don't understand how hard it is for me to manage all my work schedules.

And second, the words of the father who said the kangen wanted me to go home. It certainly makes me sad and sad. Touched when usually my return all this time I never said with hope. Even when I picked up at the airport there was no happy look so far. Why after I had the household instead dad showed me all that.

These are the words I often wish for every time I go home from college. Honey, this is for the first time in my life I've heard my father's wish for me to come home.

“Dad, I'll be home later. A few months ago I just got home. Now I have to speed first. I can't work anywhere, Dad. Difficult to find the right place for work.” said I give understanding.

“Yasalah.” Father's call shut down. I feel very uncomfortable. Dad's words were like a disappointed tone that he listened to me.