25 Years of Father
Enviousness

If I thought I'd get angry afterwards, I didn't. Dad says buying a cell phone is not the time. Honestly, I was disappointed but as usual I had to leave school without being able to protest what Dad didn't give me. Until then I no longer dare to say the desire to buy a cell phone. Not infrequently even friends mock me who does not have a cell phone. Every time there's an event at school I don't have a cell phone to immortalize. Not infrequently even I borrow a friend's phone and send it when later it's home on a mama's phone. And it doesn't stop there. Mom also sometimes does not like if the phone is held.

Until finally a moment where I was late to school at this time, my motorcycle suffered damage due to leaking his inner tube. I was confused because I couldn't tell and my friend didn't have a mobile phone number at the time.

"Come Anggia, I'll help you to the workshop." take my girlfriend at the time. Because I happened to drive him home first before going home. Since we were both women it seemed less understanding to go to the workshop and ended up I asked for help from a male friend who had been close to me. Honestly, I was afraid to ask for his help, if you knew you would be furious.

"It's okay. Your father also knows we went to the workshop." said my female friend. I give up and just come along.

Every now and then I glanced at the watch on my wrist so agitated it felt. Almost an hour more I waited because the workshop worker also had a job. Until finally everything is done with me hastily pay the results of his work. We went home from the workshop which was a little bit past my school.

My feeling is relieved at least I have headed home with my girlfriend who was delivered by men\=laki earlier. The three of us were all in class. Until before we split up, my fear really happened. From the front I saw my father's car approaching me.

"Dad must have misunderstood that this is the story.." I muttered in fear when I saw my father had lowered the windshield of the ketiika car next to me. Even though behind me my two friends are having a conversation with me sitting alone on my bike.

"Anggia, home!" the high voice of my father heard so loud.

My body trembled in fear, I could only obey to go home. Dad immediately turned the car around and drove ahead of me. I can already guess that Dad will definitely misunderstand this time. Dad would not like me so much if I was close to one man. For the father at my age who was a teenager, there is no such thing as friendship with men. There is only the word courtship. Until the motor that drove finally reached home at that time.

"Anggia!" the deafening scream made both of my eyes shut in shock.

That day I finally got my dad angry again, honestly I was so angry when I didn't listen to my explanation. Even my father didn't ask me a single question and was directly judging by what he saw. My tears were crying, I saw my face bruised at this moment. Until I fell asleep that afternoon. Mom knocked on the door but I didn't pay attention. He came in to see my situation. I don't know where she came from, which I obviously heard nagging my father after that.

"Let's get up" the warm remark was different from before where dad had sounded so loud when he was angry before. The man I looked at was scared and I slowly woke up my frightened body. Still hear my school uniform lying down at the moment.

I can't believe that my rough hands actually put an oil on my blue hands. It reminds me of a childhood where my father used to scold me while studying and afterwards he would treat my body aches.

"No man's love can exceed a father's love for his son. There is no love as sincere as a father's love for his son. I just want you to study well, Anggia. Dad didn't ask for anything. I just want my son to be successful without thinking about girlfriends." I shed tears.

Either the pain in my body feels so invincible with tightness in my chest hearing my father's words. I feel the sincerity of what dad is saying right now. Honestly, I wanted to hug my father, complain about all his treatment that did not want to hear an explanation from me. Even my dreams have been pretty simple. I can talk freely and joke with my dad. It was a dream that often made me envious to see a daughter out there even walking alone with her father.

I have never been jealous of the life of a young woman out there who has shared all her wishes. It's just that I envy how they can laugh alone with their father like that. However, my wish can only be fulfilled until when. My father's attitude was so stiff and cold that I was so scared without being able to express my wishes.

"Let's eat first, Anggia." Mom went into the room calling me lunch.

I can only obey without fighting. Mamah rattled me to the dining table with father who also followed behind. The atmosphere at the dining table still feels the same. Silence, because I also do not like if anyone eats while talking. All things related to father will definitely feel stiff. Dad was very serious about everything.

From that day on I was so afraid I was close to any man. Even the last I heard my father came to the house of my friend who was close to me. Dad was that possessive of me. I don't know how it will be when I've actually found a man that I feel fits in my heart.

"Sound Anggia? Don't date yet. Your father was very angry if he knew you were starting a girlfriend. You're still too small. Don't make you equally shy." said mamah makes me just be quiet.

Now when I was in the third grade of Junior High, my father rarely set me up or watched me. I rarely go home and sometimes spend so much time out of town. Since then, I have seen her cry a lot. I don't know what happened, I never heard anything from my lips. Mamah prefers to busy themselves by opening a business at home.