He's Not The Best
2. The Man Called Dad

The Man Called Dad

Winsi hesitantly stepped into the dining room where his mother and father were, as soon as the two men who were in conflict turned to look at the arrival of their daughter who had been covered in tears. Runa was astonished, his heart was sliced, but could not do anything, he was more afraid that Basri would get angrier because of his presence.

“Winsi, Nak ...” Runa's words were interrupted when the girl interrupted her words immediately.

“Who Is Anas, Mom? Is he really my father as Father said?” Winsi asked with a sigh, he glanced at Basri without fear. For him at this time, obtaining information about the man named Anas was far more important than the anger of the man he was holding.

“Winsi .. he's a nobody. Your father is your father now, I'm not lying, son. Remember, as believers we must be honest.” Said Runa kneeling and caressing her head and wiping the tears on her son's cheeks.

Suddenly Basri laughed loudly and pointed at the two women before him cynically. Then, he said after finishing with his laughter.

“You are indeed suitable to be Mother and Child. Why not just say it frankly, ha?”

“Bapak. It would be a lie to say he's not your son! I have never been in contact with another man other than kamu” Runa's words sounded rude in Basri's ears.

“So, all this time you said I was lying, did you?” basri said while shaking his waist.

“Iya!” sahut Runa firmly while standing back.

“It's good that Dad is not my dad! I don't want to have a bad father!” winsi said before her mother and father continued their quarrel.

“What did you say? You brat!” sahut Basri, while opening the clasp on his waist. His voice was loud deafening and approached Winsi who was now curled up on the floor, with both hands above her head protecting the most vital organs on her body . He knew his father was getting angry when he removed his belt.

“Lari ...” whispered Runa in the ear of her son, she also knelt.

Without Runa's command for the second time, Winsi ran with all her might. When he got outside, he saw a black sedan stop by the side of the road, while the door of the car was wide open, like accidentally giving him a ride. Without a second thought Winsi entered and closed the door hard.

Winsi paid no attention to the surroundings then, he knelt down below, intending to hide from Basri's anger, covering his head, with his two small hands. Tears were still flowing, the heart was still pounding and the body that had not had time to change clothes was still sweating coldly.

Without the child realizing it, two male figures such as a father and son pair stood up from next to the car because they heard the closed car door. They looked at each other and rushed to ascertain who the one who had been presumptuous entered his car without permission and closed the door violently.

The two small and mature men finally understood something was amiss, as they looked through the glass window. There was a girl trembling in fear and sitting curled up on the floor of her car, her figure looked familiar and they thought that the child also needed help like a chick in a cold ditch.

“Let the boy, Well,” Erlan said, to Hasnu, his personal driver.

“Good, Den,” sahut Hasnu slowly while nodding.

They were sitting next to the car, looking at a chick that was in a ditch on the side of the road. It just so happened that they had finished lifting the chick, when they heard the sound of the car door being closed.

At the same time, Erlan and Hasnu saw a fat man running to the side of the road carrying a belt in his hand.

The two men walked in and sat down slowly, so as not to disturb the frightened-looking girl. Until a while, Erlan waited and there was no meaningful reaction from Vinsi, finally he signaled Hasnu to start driving.

“Aaa ...” cried Winsi as she realized she was on the road. He turned his head to the right and to the left and he looked up, his eyes resting on Erlan, the rich boy who lived in the mansion, the end of the road before the turn towards the city.

“Why are you here?” tanya Winsi made Erlan chuckle, he sat haughtily in the backseat.

“I should have asked like that to you, this is my car. So, why are you here?” Erlan said as she turned her eyes away, a behavior that seemed disgusted to Winsi.

“Let me down here!” as he said so, Winsi was still kneeling but his hands no longer covered his head.

“Can't! It's good that you're down when you haven't paid.” Erlan said as she extended her hand as if begging.

“Heh!” Winsi smiled cynically then, membatin ‘real child who looks rich is not necessarily rich, proof that he is still asking for payment on poor people like me. True said Mother, rich people are actually people who are rich in heart!’

He recalled his mother's words, that as a human being should be able to thank whatever God gives, a person who is rich in heart, much better than people who are only rich in wealth. The rich man is a man of extensive forgiveness, in his patience, much affection and tenderness, high sincerity and abundant understanding.

Winsi reached into the pocket of the school shirt, to take the money left over today. He never spent pocket money and was always saved as his mother advised. Runa never gave his son more money because the woman also had to save and save, for her own purposes as well as for the purposes of Provinsi.

“If you want something, Father and Mother are not necessarily able to love, so you better mourn for the future and fulfill what you want.” So is the advice of Runa every day on Winsi.

Winsi immediately gave five thousand rupiah from his pocket to Erlan, he thought it was enough to pay the rich and materialistic man, because for him five thousand is a large amount to be saved, he only served in school a number of it anyway, while leaving school he was used to walking. The journey along one hundred or two hundred meters from the house, will feel short along with other friends who are similar to him.

The children who are the same fate as him are those who both save, or do not have money for the cost of boarding the public transportation to school. But there are rich kids who choose to walk too. In addition to the close distance, it is also healthy. There are also those who use the way to walk after school, as a moment of dating, spending time with people they love.

Erlan smiled, accepted the money happily, but looked naive in the eyes of the other child. He signaled Hasnu to stop the car and then, to lower Vinsi as he wanted. However, at the same time his phone rang, making the teenager choose to pick up his mobile phone rather than open the door for the child next to him.

Winsi pouted because he could not open the car door and chose to sit on the empty spot next to Erlan, his legs were sore due to squatting. It was when he sat down that he saw an oddity, with Erlan's father being the driver while his son, sat in the backseat like a boss. He even heard the boy give orders to the man he called father.

“Dad, let's go home quickly, Grandpa will be taken to the hospital! ” Erlan said after she finished receiving the phone.

“Good, Den!” sahut Hasnu from behind the wheel.

‘Heh! Had I had a father as gentle as that man, I would not have treated my father like this Erlan! You child don't know yourself!’ inner Winsi screamed, not liking Erlan's attitude towards Hasnu.

“Hai, what about me? Put me down now!” shouts Winsi.

While the car was driving.

“Let's go, relax, I'll take you home. Now more urgent.”

Seriate

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