Bento: The Real Bright Star
The Sound of Longing from the Heart of Betrand for Mother's Father

"Betrand continued to eat it, yes! Big brother bribe," I said while wiping his tears.

He just nodded.

"OK-wait here, Dek!" I said then walk outside the room.

I went back to the dining room to get some food for Betrand. After that, I took the food back to her room.

A few minutes later...

"Betrand, eat again huh, Dek!" I said while sitting near him.

With compassion, I returned to feed my sister just that way.

About 10 minutes later...

"Udah, Jack. Thanks, yeah!" he said while taking the drinking water that I had provided.

"Dark! Equally,Darling!" I returned while stroking her hair.

"Well, after this Betrand took a bath first, yes ! Brother come out first" I advised as I moved from my seat.

"Yes, Brother."

A few hours later...

After I cleaned the house, I went back to Betrand's room. But he wasn't there.

When I wanted to get out of the room to go look for Betrand, I suddenly saw a book.

"It looks like it's Betrand's diary," I murmured.

So curious about the contents of the diary Betrand, I also undo my intention to find my sister.

Maybe Betrand went to the park, I thought.

Yes-from the past, he did often go to the park even though no one accompanied him.

Curiously, I took the Betrand diary and opened the sheets. Nothing special !All I found was a blank page. Although this self has violated people's privacy, but my curiosity is much higher. I kept opening the sheets per diary. Suddenly, in the middle of the diary there was a writing that made this heart so sliced.

Yes, on that paper I found a scratch on Betrand's pen about his inner voice to Mother and Father.

Dear Diary's....

Hy Diary, just this time I wrote on your sheet.

Oh yeah, my name is Betrand. I'm just a poor little boy. Yes, from childhood until now I have never had the affection of both my parents. In fact, I am often scolded if I call both my parents with the call Mother and Father**.

Sometimes, I ask myself 'Actually who am I? ' or

'Is it true that my parents in this house are not my parents? '

I don't know what my faults and sins are so that I don't get love from my parents?

But I always pray to God. May He bring such great love to me.

For Mother and Father....

Even though you hate me so much, I love you so much. I miss your love and affection for me.

Mother and Father....

I hope someday you will love me.

I could not feel my tears immediately dripping with a rush to see the writing of Betrand to Mother and Father.

God, how tough my sister has been. For a long time he was waiting for the love of Mother and Father, my inner heart with tears that began to pour down my cheeks.

Ciutt's...

The sound of the door opening. I wiped my tears and hurriedly kept the Betrand diary in place.

I saw my brother walking towards me.

"Sister" he said as he sat near me.

"Brother cry?" she looked at me with her innocent eyes.

"No,kok!" I answered briefly with a faint smile.

"Tomorrow! Brother read my diary, huh?" he continued to take a diary not far from my place.

"Eh-no, Grandpa!" I refute him for not wanting to see him sad.

He suddenly hugged me as he said, "What a hell, Brother. If you read Betrand's diary!" he said innocently.

I just fell silent while returning his embrace.

"Actually, I miss Mother's affection so much" he chirped while playing with my hair.

I took off Betrand's embrace and then I stroked her cheek and looked at her face with an affectionate look.

"Yes, I know. Have patience, my dear! I'm always here for Betrand!" I said and hugged him tightly.