Dream Smile
Episode 41

There is no other place to go besides Jakarta.

As soon as I left the rented house I went straight to the station to buy a train ticket, until I arrived back at the boarding house at night.

Arriving in front of the cost and getting off the motorbike motorcycle taxi online that I have along with the return of Rico who clearly do not want to meet first.

"Well why did it arrive so quickly, instead of two days?" asked after I handed over the money and helmet to Mr. Ojol before finally leaving.

I just shook my head, I don't know what words I could get out. Nothing, I can't answer why I came home so soon. And I chose to ignore Rico's question, stepping towards the front of my room while busily reaching for the key from inside the bag.

Rico blocked my arm when I put the key in the lockhole. I'm sure he won't stay put and keep trying to find answers. "Tell me why?"

"I want to be alone first" I said flatly.

"Father, you can tell me what happened. I'm ready to be heard, whatever it is."

"It's all because you forced me to go home. I should have stayed here" I said forcingly to look at him, and I blamed him for my consciousness in a beeucap.

Rico's face turned flat, sharpening his gaze on my face. "What's going on?" ask with a serious look.

His hand moved across my cheek which I know still looks bruised from the punch despite having been over twelve hours. I quickly shook Rico's hand.

Before my tears fell I quickly turned my head, put the key in the lock and said without turning to Rico in a tone that sounded please, "I want to myself first."

Without waiting for a response I opened the door and then entered to lock it back.

Walking around, putting the backpack in any place, shuffling to the side of the bed and crying in a dark room is what I do. Bending my elbows drowned my head in order to suppress the sound of crying that exploded, that was all I did.

Inwardly I screamed to have a normal life like people out there. Who does not want to be loved and treated well by his parents, let alone me. I wish I had a father like my friends.

When they mentioned their father's name there was always a twinkle of pride, but what was I who always fostered hatred and was reluctant to look at him. Even a roof together I feel unwelcome.

I'm getting so late in crying, I don't know how long. The dark night was in fact passed by changing with the bright spotlights that entered through the cracks of the window along with my eyelids that began to open.

My whole body ached when I started moving it. Slowly I forced to move my body while occasionally I grimaced due to the cramping that appeared accompanied the head throbbing dizzy.

Holding his head glimpsed by the clock on the wall had shown at half-nine. I got up looking for the whereabouts of my cell phone which turned out to be not far from me. There are several messages that appear, one of which belongs to Rico.

He did not ask anything like yesterday, only telling him that there was breakfast that he had placed on the doorknob.

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