25 Years of Father
My prayer

My tears dripped happily at the photo you sent on your phone showing your dad over and over again blowing out candles with my mom and sister beside him. His face looks very happy. If I thought everything was okay, it might be true. Because happiness is so reflected in their laughter. My hope is that's all. My parents stayed together until death separated them.

“I want to go home, Mah. Next month I'm off.” The message I sent now immediately made mamah call me.

“Anggia, are you really going home? How long is the holiday?” tanya mamah looked enthusiastic.

I counted the time until Mom was surprised to hear my holiday long enough.

“Three months? Was it his holiday that long?” ask the mama who felt a little in disbelief. I explained everything too.

“Maybe because the campus is not good so it is like that.” A voice from my father's lips that I didn't hear so loud. Honestly, my mind was suddenly confused to hear the words of an uncomfortable father.

How could dad have vilified my college name while all college was off during that time. Across the phone I heard Mom and Dad arguing.

I turned off the phone without them knowing. Here I am trying to calm my own mind. What a bad thing is that my father's mind about my ability to go to college in this place. Even I feel like things are not much different. Because the lecturer who taught us was the same as the lecturer at several well-known campuses in the city where I studied. They just change places at all times.

Soon after, Mom sent me a message. “Come Anggia. Your dad booked a ticket for the day you said. Will be sent immediately your ticket.”

“Iya, Mah.” replied me via reply message.

Well, I'm just like most kids who will miss the mamah cuisine at home. Although eating a five-star restaurant cuisine even though there is still no match of mamah cuisine cooked since I was a child and processed with love.

“Sister,” voice my little sister ran to hug me when they picked me up at the airport. Her face was plainly shining spread out both hands. Well, we're that close because I love my sister so much. Although at the beginning I was very afraid if I had a sister and did not get the affection of my parents anymore.

“Mah, dad,” I salim hands both my parents. We went home after that. During the trip I heard no sound at all mamah and father. Maybe they're tired after a long trip to pick me up.

Until the night I was so shocked from my sleep I heard screams in the room. My head shook softly as my body reflexively sat down from the bed. Mamah and dad seemed to be back in a storm no matter what the cause.

“Ica was scared, Brother.” my sister hugged me with her sad face. I hugged and calmed my sister.

It is so difficult for you to control yourself when you are emotional. Somehow my sister when I wasn't around. Who has calmed him all this time. And I'm pretty sure my dad and mom would often be like this. I who since childhood with them have understood the life of mamah and father who never far from the commotion.

When I came out of my mama's room I saw her wiping her puffy face. I came to leave my sister and hugged Mama. I heard that so heart-wrenching stuff.

“Lord, may both of my parents please reconcile and keep them away from physical fights like this? My mom is a woman with no power equal to a man,”