A, B ,C ,D I LOVE YOU
FIRSTLY

"STUPID !"

"PLAKKK !"

A slap landed on Mihrimah's cheek, Immediately landing smoothly on her cheek which began to redden.

The girl just kept quiet. Lazy he voiced, later the punch will increase.

A pair of sharp eyes looked at him from top to toe. Making Mihrimah just lowered her head, not daring to stare.

"GET OUT OF HERE ! FUCKERS !"

Mihrimah's heart was torn, bleeding. Her tears that she had been holding back from earlier, too. His sobs sounded very pitiful in the middle of the silence that night.

BRAKKK !

The sound of the door on the floor. Mihrimah was still crying inside her room. It is hard to think because of the fear that is becoming. He wiped her tears many times, but they always flowed again. It never gets dry !

Mihrimah held onto her claustrophobic chest. It was almost difficult for him to just breathe, maybe because his heart was too languid. He already couldn't stand it anymore, really wanting to run !

Mihrimah Helsana Tatia, a kind woman who is less fortunate. Her parents are divorced, her mother works as a cafe waitress and is married again, while her father? That was earlier, who slapped him and called him SON of A BITCH ! Yep... His father never even appreciated him. His father who is not worthy to be called a father, his work is only drunk, gambling and abusive to him if he is not given money, for GAMBLING AND ALCOHOL of course. Then why didn't Mihrimah just run away? Why do you still live there? No, he was not at home or accepted to be treated like garbage in the house, he only retained the only legacy of his late grandmother, the house. Since her grandmother died a year ago, Mihrimah has survived alone with her evil father, because if he gets out of it, he's still alive, surely the house will be pawned or made betting material by his father at the gambling table. Definitely !

Since childhood, Mihrimah was only cared for by her grandmother. He is willing to spend the rest of his life to care for and pay all the tuition fees of Mihrimah until graduation. Her parents have been divorced since Mihrimah was very small, the lives of her parents were not harmonious, if based on the story of her late grandmother the two parents were almost every day fighting, almost killing each other ! Indeed the choice of parting is right for both, rather than dying silly at the hands of each other. That was what her grandmother said.

Mihrimah collected the papers that her father had thrown away. His father's paper bill was with the loan sharks, who did not know how much had piled up. His father had intended to sell the house to pay off his debts due to gambling, but Mihrimah refused.

The house cannot be sold because it is legal to be inherited in his name, not his father. Therefore, his father was rampaging because Mihrimah firmly refused to sell the assets of his beloved grandmother's only legacy.

Mihrimah's eyes were puffy, her cheeks on her father's patch were still spicy, she was relieved her father had come out of her room, leaving herself at home.

Maybe his father is now fiddling with other loan moneylenders again at the gambling table, getting drunk and sleeping with the naughty women out there. LET IT! So thought Mihrimah was so upset.

Her room light was dead, Mihrimah locked her room from the inside, preparing to sleep on her bed that had been thinned for a long time not replaced. He glanced at the clock, it was already 24:00 WIB. It's time for him to sleep, tomorrow he has to work, as usual to be an office employee at a new company in the field of shipping services.

Actually the work that used to be much more promising, the company is also well established and quite famous, but the environment that**t**oxic made him sick at times and decided to resign and find a new workplace.

Just about to close his eyes, a video call came into his phone. Calling from his group of friends. Yes, loyal friends with him since Junior High until now. They are Evi, Pingkan and Vienna. The faces of the three friends appeared on the screen.

Parting : Haiii guysss... What again?

Vienna: Ohhhh, it's sleepy. Hoahemm. (vaporizing).

Evi: Ahhh elo, face pillow ! (whilst grumbling)

Vienna: Why the hell are you on the new gini clock call, giranhh. Hohemmmm ... (By again)

Pingan : Rima? Elo, why silence? (Observing Mihrimah who seems to harbor something)

Mihrimah : Ahh, no. Ordinary aja. (Lying)

Vienna: Yes, there must be a problem, right? It looks on your face. (Starting suspicious)

Mihrimah (Crying)

Evi: MR, RIGHT?? I'M OUTRAGEOUS, WHAT'S HE DOING? ROUGH AGAIN? REPORT POLICE ALLEGAZE! (Emotion and growling)

Mihrimah : I'm not okay. He is still my father.

Part : Ahh, elo. Father whatan tuh. Outrageous, we are all in love ama lo Rima, quite miserable that he made to elo. ( Sad)

Vienna: Yes, we are all worried about Rima, try to stop all this and just go from there. If not, report the police. ( Sad)

Mihrimah : I can't. I never will. (Violent voice)

That night, the three friends accompanied Mihrimah who ventured until dawn. The four of them wept together in the silence of the late night. But, whatever the three friends suggested to Mihrimah, always led to the decision of Mihrimah who refused to end the suffering of living with her father. The day is getting late, the clock has shown at 03.00 WIB. After saying goodbye and agreeing to spend time together tomorrow at the usual place they met, they ended the chat in the Whatsapp group, they all took a break.

Mihrimah pulled out her blanket, "Must be swollen tomorrow." He said as he touched his eyes that were swollen from crying. The sound of the fan rattled because it was a long time ago. Wind gusts from the fan occasionally cool the room that is already dark because the lights are turned off. He wished he could sleep very well tonight. He also hoped that his father would not have to go home tonight, let him stay outside like the previous nights so that he could be calm and comfortable at home.

Not a few minutes closed his eyes, Mihrimah opened his eyes again, he could not sleep anymore, already insomnia. That night he spent hours pondering while staring at the ceiling of his room.

"Why is my fate like this, Lord." His whisper in his heart. She refrained from crying because she was crying too much. It was only her grandmother that she needed right now, but now she was gone. Usually, whenever his father snapped, his grandmother would hug him and advise him to always be patient in any case. His mind now makes Mihrimah's heart sicker, because the more he thinks about his dead grandmother, the more he will realize that he is alone now, there is no grandmother as a place to lean, no more grandmother as a place to lean on, yep... She's lonely.