25 Years of Father
How to Educate Hardly

Since my husband's return from Bali that I can no longer believe. I can't even speak warmly like before. And from that day on our household was often noisy. My sense of belief that I can't return at all sometimes makes Angga very upset. There are many things he always suspects.

"What the hell, Anggia? I work not shit. Why do you think it's so far away?" He asked me with a high voice. Then I smiled at Angga's words.

"So now if I don't believe it, it's my fault? I also want to work outside so I can meet friends outside without having to lock myself in the house. You are happy to meet so many friends out there. You never thought I was stressed at home." Without being able to control again, we both went back to fighting.

Relationships that are no longer harmonious now do not feel it has been running for two months. Where I never communicated with Dad. I was thinking maybe Dad was very angry with me. I don't know when my relationship with my father will be like this.

Today my longing was suddenly felt for both my parents. I really want to go home. But, again economic constraints I can not go home at will. Not only am I thinking about money, but there is a family future that I should also consider. Where my work will not be able to produce a maximum salary because the journey is far enough in addition tired I will certainly make the work can not focus.

"What is it, Anggia?" Mom greets when the first vide call connection is connected.

"Back of work, Mah. Mommy's having lunch?" I asked when looking at the screen that Mamah was busy preparing a meal at home, of course for dad.

"Yes. It's eating grilled fish like Ica and your father too." I fell silent as Mamah deliberately pointed the phone screen at Dad. Where I don't see Dad smiling at me.

"Where is pregnant yet?" suddenly, Mom asked again.

"What the hell, Mah? Have not. Later I will be stressed also pity the baby will be depressed." answered me as if insinuating Dad at that time.

The call ended when Mamah left for lunch. I miss the home that I often feel uncomfortable with. Not expected if the time is far away I really miss the atmosphere at home.

Ever since the call ended, my mind has been overshadowed by the words of Mamah who asked me to go to the pregnant doctor. And the words of the father who wanted me to go home because I missed.

"Huh stop. Soon, Dad will be angry with me, too. This is all because of Angga." I said in my heart remembering my husband's behavior.

Since last year we have both been saving up the intention to go on vacation. Hopefully, with the libuan relationship we can improve again. Honey, the work is always there and we can't take time off until the first month.

Once upon a time, I was focusing on working at home alone. My mind was full of story lines I wanted to create.

"Mommy?" I muttered when I saw the phone I put on the table beside me ringing. Immediately I raised my call. Honestly since my experience with Angga and Daddy communication with Mamah I rarely do.

Too upset when both my parents actually defended my husband who was really wrong at that time. I know what Mom and Dad did all for the sake of my household. Since childhood I have known how Mom and Dad educate their children. No matter what their child, they will never defend. Even when I make trouble with my friend even if I'm right, Dad won't hesitate to hit me.

Father will never defend his son in front of other people's children, hoping that others will do the same so that his son can be properly educated. Unfortunately there is only one in a thousand parents who understand that will be educated like that.

They will tend to defend their own children even if they are wrong.