Enough
Chapter 12's
Dear diary,
If I could get a gun right now, I'd have shot my own father. I stepped foot into the living room, I saw my father pushing her down. They were both standing in the kitchen and mom was holding my dad's arm, trying to calm him down. But my father actually slapped my bundle with the back of his palm until the mother fell to the floor. I'm pretty sure my dad's gonna kick my mom if he doesn't see me through. My father muttered to my mother and then he went to his room and slammed the door.
Seeing my father leave, I rushed over and helped the mother, but as usual the mother never wanted me to help. Mother shook my hand and told me to go "Mother is fine, this is just a casual quarrel" he said in stammering.
Mother was crying and I saw clearly the red cheek of my father's former mother's hard slap. I still don't want to go, I'm holding her hand, I'm eager to help you. But this time my mother shook my hand violently, she yelled and yelled at me "Have you said, mom is fine. Go back to your room!!"
Your mother's violent actions and attitude towards me made my heart very sore. I ran, but not running back to my room, but I came out through the back door of my house. I did not want to be in the house with my parents, even though it was late at night, I still went to the old house inhabited by Ranu.
I knocked on the door of the house. "Ranu, it's me Dance" I said. A few seconds later it opened and he looked at my face full of tears.
"You why Dance? Who made you sad?" ranu asked with a face full of worry.
I've never seen a man who was this worried about me, not even my father ever worried about me. I hurriedly turned my face away and wiped my tears with my fingers. "It's okay" I said. "I'm just upset, sometimes when I'm upset, I suddenly cry."
Ranu grabbed my hand and asked me to sit on the front porch steps of his house, then he stretched out his hand and tucked my hair behind his ear. I'm glad he did it because my anger just vanished. He grabbed me and pulled me closer until my head rested on his shoulder.
Ranu calmed me down without speaking at all. Indeed there are some people whose presence radiates calmness, but some are just the opposite he radiates hatred like my father.
For a moment I leaned on his shoulder, it felt so peaceful. Until I faintly heard the voice of my mother calling me.
"You better go." whispered Ranu.
I nodded and left Ranu's house. I rushed to the confused mother looking for my whereabouts, she walked to and fro around the back streets of the house.
"Where have you been dancing?" ask my mother when I am in front of her.
"Sorry, I just bought a pulse at the end of the road there" I said to Mother.
Mommy just nodded accepting my reason for leaving the house in the middle of the night, then she took me back home with her.
Dance closed her diary, when the drowsiness caused by painkillers began to work. He decided to continue reading his diary tomorrow. Reading about her father made her mood ugly, while reading about Ranu made her sad. Dance tried to think about Caira and her cafe so that her mood would improve again.
* A parent's quarrel in front of his child can cause trauma for the child, and often this becomes an inner wound carried into adulthood.
After recovering, the first place that Tari visited was of course his cafe, he could not wait to see how far his renovation went.
Dari was quite surprised to see that the cafe he left in a mess is now neat and everything is in accordance with the design he sent to Caira by email a few days ago.
Caira and Gala actually juggled the cafe with just a few days, whereas according to initial estimates the renovation planning will be completed in about two weeks. "It's really amazing" muttered Tari.
"Hi Tar, how are you?" sapa Caira, when she saw Tari enter the cafe.
Dance smiled "Much better, I can even run" she replied. Although Tari said that his legs were much better, Caira did not allow Tari to do anything heavy.
After going around checking every corner of her cafe, Caira asked Tari to sit sweetly in her study. "You made me a workspace?" tanya Tari was half surprised because from the design she sent there was no workspace for her.
"Yes, in that corner." Caira pointed towards the small room right next to the kitchen. "You need that room, Dance, because in less than fifteen minutes we'll be meeting with some vendors, and then you'll have to select some waiters and cooks that I interviewed yesterday. You remind me that I'll only cook if I'm in a good mood. But you don't have to worry, I'll give you my family's secret recipe, so you don't have to rely on slackers like me." said Caira, he wrote a recipe book that he wrote with his own hands.
Dance receives and then reads it. "Is that enough?" ask Caira.
"Yes, all the menus I made on the menu list are already there. Thank you so much Caira, I don't know what it would be like if there wasn't you."
"Thank you too, you've given me a job." Caira stroked Dance's arm gently. "It looks like our vendors have arrived. I'm out first!" Caira rushed to welcome them and asked them to immediately enter the dance workspace.
After nearly ten hours stuck behind her desk, Tari finally decided to go home. Although very tired all day meeting and selecting his prospective employees but he was quite happy, could work with Caira who was very cheerful and full of enthusiasm.
"It feels good to go back to my very comfortable apartment" muttered Tari. "But my God, I'm tired."
He worried between having to get up from his comfortable sofa, or walking forward to open the door for someone who pushed the doorbell of his apartment. Dari thought for a moment about who came to visit this late, which is definitely not the mother because the mother since 06.00 this morning had flown to Bali with her fellow tourists.
With a shunt step, Tari walked to the door and checked through the peephole before she opened it. At first, Tari did not recognize the man standing behind the door of her apartment unit because his head was humping but then the man raised his face and immediately the heart of Tari was racing.
What's he doing here?