Dream Smile
Episode 2

My calm is now starting to pacify, just my eyes closed but now there is a noise from the outside. Rushing I woke up to see what was an extraordinary event, because not usually in my house there are storms like this.

A little surprised, because now in front of my mother who was carrying Zahra in her car faced the police fathers, plus the neighbors who came to swarm.

My heart is now racing faster, what bad news or what mistakes until the police came here. With a slow step I approached my mother who looked like she was crying, her face looked puffy. I immediately grabbed Zahra who was also crying, I carried her in my arms while listening to the words of the police officer.

After I heard carefully, Mr. police explained that my father is now in prison. The mistake he made was being caught gambling.

I looked back at my mother's face, looking chaotic there. Sad is clear. But I, I feel so angry. It's obviously hard people but there's still a lot of behavior.

Now the police have started saying goodbye, but I remain silent. While the neighbors came but said how could it happen, and where do we know. If you want to know just ask the perpetrator who may have been languishing behind a prison cell, my mind is already upset.

"It's Buk, don't think about it. If you actually do that, yes let him suffer the consequences" I told my mother.

While the neighbors who are still at home are judging me, "Tell you this," he sounded rebuking me. "Your father went to jail but you didn't care, there was no sympathy. How did your father get out of there" he told me.

"What about Mr Lek?" ask him not know what business, what to ask and plead with the police to outside the Father, my mind.

"Yes, he said" he said.

"Robached? Pake money means," I asked to clarify.

"Yes, take the money" he replied lightly.

Money from where my mind, just make a meal we are still difficult let alone pay for school and now the money only makes poached people out of prison, my mind is upset.

"No, Mr. Lek," I quickly attacked. "False father, let him bear the consequences" I said.

"Your karep, zinc matters I wes ngandani!" he said then left.

The neighbors would leave my house, my mother and I were both in silence, while my sister, who knew nothing, was now calm and silent, playing with her toys.

I don't know what my mother was thinking this time, now my mother's focus turned to me, for a moment looked at me and then said, "You eat first, you haven't eaten, I'll take it." Mom also headed towards the kitchen.

"Mom always has," I murmured. My mother never told me the problems faced or showed a sad face in front of me, all perfectly covered in my opinion. Or maybe it has been like this before, but I am not sensitive to the situation. Or I don't understand the problems of adults.

Now Mother walked towards me, in her hand carrying a plate of rice mixed with clear vegetables, then stretched it out to me. Don't ask me what the taste of the food I eat tastes like, as long as my stomach is full it doesn't matter to me.

"After eating immediately change clothes," ordered my mother, I was not aware that until now still wearing school uniforms.

I stared at him, observing the small body. If you pay attention to the physical normal like other children but there are still striking differences. Highlight eyes that are unable to focus staring at the object in front of him, only a glance then after he is less responsive to the object in front of him. Speak in short and less clear sentences.

At first we only knew about the symptoms after my mother took him to a nearby health center, and doctors diagnosed my sister with autism or autism spectrum disorder (ASD), a developmental disorder in children that causes impaired communication and social skills.

The doctor suggested that we bring him a routine of therapy, and again because of the constraints of the final cost that we could not do.

"Zahra," called me to him who was still playing, and now he didn't look at me one bit.

I sighed, indeed Madam Midwife once said facing a child with special needs requires extra patience. Must speak in short and clear sentences. Or speak slowly with a pause between words.

"Zahra," he called me now approaching him. And now he's turned to me.

"More than that, we take a bath" I said with a pause and slowly.

"Mandi," he said and I responded with a nod. "Before bathing we trim the toys first," I said while practicing how to tidy up the toys, put one by one into the cardboard and of course Zahra also contributed to do it.

The afternoon changed night. After eating dinner, I now re-open my textbooks. Repeating, reading also exercises doing tasks. I occasionally memorize some lesson formulas.

My learning focus is now diverted because from the direction of the front door there is a knock on the door. Kulirik My mother and sister were already in the room, and surely my mother was now sleeping my sister. I immediately went to open the door, and I was so surprised. The Father is now in the doorway. I haven't asked him yet, he's now coming in through the side of my body that's standing.

"Aren't you in a prison cell?" muttered.

Mom's voice soon sounded, in fact she was just as surprised as me. There was a little noise coming from the room, and my father left the house without saying a word to me. But I saw something different because in his hand he brought a map that if I could guess contained letters.

My feelings that began to feel bad are now immediately headed to Mother's room. I found Mom crying there, while around the room looked messy. Zahra, she's still asleep, if only she woke up maybe the atmosphere in the room was more chaotic, because it was certain she would follow crying.

"Mother why?" as I approached Mom, I was really troubled at the moment. There was fear, because I never found Mom crying like this.

"Hud, don't scare me" I said afterwards.

Now she looked at me softly, and began to open her voice, "Your father left earlier with a letter of the earth."

"Make what?" my great-grandson who I don't understand at all.

'What don't-don't—?' I thought I was starting to make things up. The path of thought what you really think, as if in thought he lived without burden just looking for pleasure, while his wife and children are not cared.

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