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Bab.01(Antonio Baires aka Tito Alias Ijul)

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The sound of broken glass was heard loudly in one corner of the room. A father who no longer knows what to do with his only child.

"Antonio Baires!"

"What ... I don't think I know what Dad's doing out there. Do you think I am happy to be born in this family? I'm Tito ... It's better to be a vagabond than to live in this house!"

I'm Antonio Baires, I'm 18 years old. My father and mother divorced since I was 5 years old, I was forced to choose between the two.

And 5-year-old child can not be asked to choose between his mother and father, I want to like people whose family is complete, I want to live with nyokap same bokap. The term is like that.

But I also can't do anything, when they fight every day and keep fighting. Cockiness and makian so lalapan that I have to be horrified and I telen.

Until Dad took me away, I didn't know what it was like. I forgot or tried to forget. For many years I saw how my father grew up, I saw how ulcer and dilapidated my own bokap. So what will I be? And I'm bodo with it all.

That night I also mutusin to get out of the house, yes I ran out fighting again the same bokap. Again. It's not the first time I've fought with my father, every day I hear the same thing coming out of his mouth.

"What are you doing, huh?"

"Basic useless child!"

"Basic child does not know himself!"

That's what I've always heard from my own book, Huuh ... I want it anyway I tonjok tuh mouth, but I'm afraid of quality, gini gini also I know myself. I do not ask to be born, who asked to marry and make children but can not be a good parent.

I broke my window again, let me know the taste, but it's useless because tomorrow morning Bokap will replace the window glass with a new glass. No problem, all I can not replace is the time, affection and father figure I want.

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"What ... I don't think I know what Dad's doing out there. Do you think I am happy to be born in this family? I'm Tito ... It's better to be a vagabond than to live in this house!"

"Turkey ... Where you going. You think you can live without Dad. You think you can live on the streets?" Dad panicked to see me carry a backpack and started to enter some of my clothes, books and also most importantly my wallet and laptop, another key to my favorite motorcycle.

"Tito go! Tito will prove to be the same Dad that Tito can live without money from Dad, Tito will also be a person!"

I just call it, I've been upset as well as bokap who can not accept anything from me, in his eyes I was always wrong, never bokap support my desires or even hobbies. It's just people!

"Please go! Go as you please Tito, don't go home!"

"Prophey Well ... Patience ...! Tito ... Don't go, son, doesn't Tito like Daddy and Mommy?"

I can see a woman who looks like an angel but she is the one who is a thorn in my relationship. Yes ... My stepmother.

My relationship with my mother is the same, no matter how well she treats me, as good as what cooking she makes me. I still don't like it.

And I immediately darted away, I stepped on the teeth 1 to be more firm, do not forget my full face helmet I have checked to be safe. Not funny if I arrive jatoh and my head that this stone is anchored right.

You can no longer see my bike's speedometer is at 180. Cepet crazy as usual and I go straight to my barrel.

"Dn ... Tito we've come here!"

"Yoyei ... This malem I hold him. 50:50!"

"Eh buset, you want to make me bangkar. Tito would have won ... I'm not following you then!"

I laughed at the same horrors of Si Reksa in Adit ngbrolin me while singing my sweet black motor that is not far away.

I will forget all kinds of problems if I have been in this place, where my tongkrongan for almost 2 years, he said, I always run away to this place where there will be no problem, I can be cool here too, a little drink and also free to smoke without anyone being banned.

"City ... You bring a backpack?" chirps the Mutual.

"God ... You don't know him! He's a mah!" timpal the Adit.

I just smile and sit down, I take a pack of cigarettes out of my pants pocket and burn it.

"Tonight who's the opponent?"

"Si Roni from Genk Devil!" reply Mutual.

I just mangut mangut without saying anything, I throw my cigarette which is still half-continued I inject until it mampus tuh cigarette.

This area is often used for wild races, people who do not have work aka join and will definitely bet. They are willing to make their pocket money for this race and as usual Guelah the winner.

I'm Tito, whom they call Ijul ... I don't know where those two names came from. But he said that Ijul is short for begajulan. Argh bodo very, certainly tonight I won again. I'm good at motor racing and the important thing is I get money from there.

"It's tax cut with the committee!"

Reksa gave me the same winning money, I took it all and I gave him a throw of red. "Make lo!"

"Thanks Jul ... My capital is back, good for breakfast on campus tomorrow. I went back first, yes" he said again while ngelengos that way.

So did Adit, and my other friends. They have a home and a place to go. Until I realized I was left alone. Without knowing where else to go, I also do not know what the place called home is. I take a breath, my chest feels bad but I don't know why.

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I'm Tito and this is my story!