DON'T COME TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING
UNPREDICTABLY

After putting Hana and Hara to sleep in the room, I started by cleaning the living room first. In addition because this is where the activity center of the two boys, we previously also had time to order chinesse food through inter-messaging services. They said they had eaten rice because since yesterday we only ate pizza and pasta. After the incident last afternoon, to cook just like powerless. Quite emotionally draining, just want to rest it feels.

Though this morning, I had time to buy frozen meat for barbecue along with other ingredients. The plan is I want to serve at dinner later if Brother Joe and his wife have arrived home.

The gray colored hour hand that was attached to the wall pointed at four in the afternoon. They should be here soon. While picking up a rice box wrapped in a toilet, my phone rang on the table. Unknown number. At first I just ignored it, but call after call intrigued me in the end.

"Hello..."

Sap me to the caller at the end of there. Long time no answer.

"My child ... Ka -.."

Deghs.

Heart melos.

Not yet the person continued his words, I swiftly pressed the off button. That sound. Well, it's not wrong anymore. Daddy ! My heart beat irregularly while my blood was boiling with emotion. Who gave me a new number that I haven't even bought in a month. Only the closest people know, Brother Joe and of course friends boarding here.

My activity stopped for a moment. Hearing the voice from the man made my mood turn bad quickly. Especially what the man wanted, calling the call of father just felt so funny. Not enough with what I told him decades ago. Haven't satisfied did he hurt us by wasting mom. Just imagining her face makes me nauseous.

I was a kid then. But I understand, if you cry, everything is not okay. Until my father was as successful as he is now, and several times persuaded me to stay with his new family in a magnificent home I always rejected harshly. I don't want to hear from him anymore or find out about him. Whatever it is. For me, my mother is the only one I have now.

Do I care ? Of course not. And since then, some people in black uniforms often come to our house with many parcels but always my mother refused. Until finally they never came again after I called my father to not have to do anything to our family.

The bell rang and was barely heard. Brother Joe has returned. His wife grumbled why it was so long to open the door that they were cold outside

"Sorry.. "

Say slowly. That's all I can say because my mind is still getting carried away. I just ignored that woman.

"Where is this ? It's only been two days there that I miss it"

Joe stared at the room. My hand made a silent gesture so that his voice would not wake those sleeping on top.

He understands. Brother Joe then lay his body on the sofa. He looks so tired. I made two cups of coffee. While Sister Rose went upstairs packing. The plan is that they'll be home tonight.

Brother Joe to me is a family man. Figure of a great father. Even just a moment apart he had already missed both of his children. Their families look well and warm. Sister Rose also even though she looks fierce, she loves her husband very much. I honestly admire them. The family is almost perfect. Luckily, Hana and Hara have a very harmonious family. As for me, it has even forgotten what it feels like to have a father figure.

Brother Joe seems to know I'm nervous. He got up from his sleep and sat down.

"Are you okay ?"

Her question looked worried

Answer's short. He's surprised.

"When ?"

"Not long. Before you come"

He sighed.

"Sir Han said what ?"

He looked worried to see me.

"He just said hello. More precisely haven't said anything"

The man stared at pity.

"Until when do you keep this up. Until when you'll run away from him"

Brother Joe looked back at me. The question felt heavy.

I shook my head slowly. Indeed, I admit, I am also very tired. But if I may choose, I don't want that man to be back in the life that I just laid out yesterday. Our wounds have not healed. It hasn't dried yet.

"Can't you give him one more chance"

"It's not me, brother. But he's. The man should have thought twice before going to destroy everything"

"But it was a long time ago. A dozen years ago. Maybe Mr. Han wants to fix and make up for it now"

"Come away." I answered briefly.

Looking at me who was stubborn, he shrugged his shoulders. Cue surrender. The awkward atmosphere broke when Hana and Hara came down happily to see her father coming home. They hugged Brother Joe tightly. He showed me a red dress stellan with a picture of wonder woman after opening a gift bag from his father.

I also took apart the contents of the parcels. Don't forget my pastel green sweater. Until I accidentally dropped Kak Joe's bag on the floor. Even though the contents were not much, just a wallet and a little pocket documents scattered, my eyes caught something familiar. An object in the shape of a glass bottle that seemed to contain perfume also fell from there. In haste, Brother Joe picked it all up. He knew the tail of my eyes was still staring at the tiny thing.

"Rose sometimes likes to put things as she pleases in my bag. Ah women are strange, why should you bring a small bag if not all the contents fit hehehe"

He tried to be funny. But my mind is not focused.

I think I've seen that perfume before. But where. Feels close. It might really belong to Rose. But. from when we feel close to the perfume I can recognize it. Obviously, we are not close to each other

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