25 Years of Father
My request

My tears fell when I saw that the car had moved away from the yard. The first time my father was sick until he had to be referred out of town, of course, made us all panic. My feelings are so very scared right now, don't let anything serious happen to dad. Even Mamah was forced to leave me at home with a confidant who worked at home. My school is important too. While my sister had to be brought.

Exactly at ten o'clock, my father suddenly screamed in his chest. At first the fever had started to decline, what made the father like that. Only a tip from a nearby hospital said he had a heart attack.

Forcing myself to keep learning with real focus my mind wondered what happened to dad there. Maybe if usually in a quiet house makes me happy to be free to play and do anything with my friends. But not this time. All that I couldn't do when dad was fighting pain without me being able to see it.

Even though my father looked strong, but when I was in the slightest pain I could not bear to see that old face grimacing in pain.

One week walking in fact I still look dazed waiting for news from my father until when I returned to school my forehead shriveled in seeing mamah already at home with father's car.

"Dad home?" I looked at that car. A feeling of joy and fear simultaneously assaulted my current mind.

The memory of my report that my father hadn't checked, it felt like there would be a punishment that followed. When I doubt I step my feet closer. Where mamah is holding my baby sister.

"Anggia," called Mamah limply.

Mom's face looks so tired, what happened in the hospital I don't know. Mama must be tired of keeping my father and my sister there.

The difference is now, when the sick father no longer thinks about the cost. Because we have started to live with. Not like before. Mamah often sat there crying on the doorstep as my father and I were sick and alternating incessantly. The cost we only expect from giving good dad friends who can help you.

"What father, Mah?" I asked when I got home from school that day. I kissed the face of a tiny baby that I did not expect to see.

Well, maybe you could say I'm a bad brother who doesn't accept having a sister. That's all because I'm used to being the only child between father and mother, scaring me. If their affection is completely depleted for me because of my sister's presence.

At least all of my father's and my mother's sternness can be treated with their attention all this time. However, God again tested me by getting affection from sharing it with my sister.

"Your father can't go home yet, Anggia. There his cousin is guarding. Mom is also sick so she needs to go home for a rest. If there is fear of your sister also contracting pain later." slice I heard the grievances mamah.

It is a pity that we live far from family. We all have to face it ourselves. Mom is such a strong woman. Ever since I was a kid I've never even seen my mom lying sick. Would I be selfish if I prayed that my mom would stay healthy like this? For me and my father were somehow countless lying sick in bed.

Soon I took the initiative to change clothes and change my mother to look after my sister. Mamah lay with me holding my sister. Maybe there was a feeling of pleasure when I played more with my sister than I had to be told to learn. I don't know why my head feels like it wants to spit out all the lessons I learn every time I'm told to learn by myself.

Two weeks right from the time of my father's departure from the house to the hospital, my uncle finally came to take my father. He insisted on asking Mamah to stay home for my baby sister. They're so good at taking care of dad that even all the hospital needs they're all taking care of.

Glad, of course, I can finally go home in good health at this time.

"Don't make your father think hard. The doctor said it was a danger to his heart." said mamah warning me before I brought the drink to the room. Where the father is lying with a body that is slightly thinner than usual.

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

What if the subject of the lesson of course I can't avoid it. Mamah asked me to be a good child and obey what my father ordered, okay I certainly can. But if about the lessons in school somehow my mind has really felt can no longer think. It's like the freedom I'm getting right now studying on my own during my busy work dad makes me really not able to think hard anymore.

All those years I studied under my father's very strict upbringing made my dependency always treated hard.

From time to time my father's condition improved and he began to actively work again. This morning we had breakfast together. Dad is neat with work clothes that are so stylish. Although his age had stepped on the head of five almost to six fathers so looked fresh. His appearance that always uses branded jeans with a shirt that he put in his pants adds to the impression of slang dna young. Sometimes me and mom laughed at my father's performance, which was so beat up by the young people out there.

But, that's my father's mark. Indeed, his appearance was so guarded, maybe because of the age of mama who was also still young then the father tried to maximally compensate my mother.

Honestly a one-table breakfast like this often makes me shy away. Because somehow the events that often occur when eating mamah and father often fuss and end up in a big fight.

"Anggia!" the call from the heavy voice made me quickly raise my head to look at father. Afraid of what Dad would tell me. My chest feels tight, my body is hot cold even my eyes are already glazed. Is it time for Dad to discuss my grades at school that's starting to go down? Or did you discuss my learning again? Fear is beginning to take hold of me now.

"Yes, Dad." I said slowly, full of fear.

"What do you need at school? Tell dad?" I exhaled with relief at the father's words, not because of his request. Except because my scary thoughts didn't happen.

"The laptop? The motors? A book? Or there's something else you need for school. I'll buy it." My face timidly smiled happily at my father's words.

"Mobile phone, Dad?" doubt I ask. Because that was my only wish all along. Out there, my friends already have cell phones. Although for learning things are never needed at this time. At school we cannot carry cell phones.