Filla And Rangga (The Perfect Dream)
Chapter 9

PLAKKKK, papa's hand for the first time landed on his cheek, a slap that symbolized papa's disbelief towards him, was really sick, as if his heart was breaking now.

"Pa, Mama does not like Papa to play hands, we have promised not to use hands in educating children!" my mother reminded me firmly.

Papa just silently looked at his hand that had hurt his only daughter. "Papa, you can't stand Ma with his behavior," said papa still staring at his hand that slapped Filla without him noticing.

"Pa, Papa slaps Filla only for Rasti, whom Papa believes, Pa, Papa has known Filla from birth, but Papa believes the same person who just a few minutes ago Papa saw, Papa, okay Pa, Filla is wrong, Filla is a dissident boy, Filla is racing wild, all wrong Filla, and now Papa doesn't care about Filla, with Papa's slap this means Papa has thrown Filla from this family and Filla has no right to live here," said Filla emotion while walking out of the house.

Filla ran away from her parents in a taxi that passed by her house, her father stood while her mother chased Filla out of the house, shouting her son's name but Filla did not return in the slightest, he left without looking again.

"Where are you going?" asked the taxi driver that Filla was riding in, since a few minutes ago he chose silence, still disappointed by the slap that floated on his right cheek, this was the first time he had gotten a slap in his life, surely Filla was devastated by this incident.

"Jalan aja sir," said Filla while crying, he just did not know where to go, if he would have approached his friends and confided with them, if he had been, but now he doesn't even have any friends anymore.

"Good Deck," said the driver relented.

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Every story you've been through

it actually became destiny

which has been written for a long time.

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BRAKKK...!

Suddenly Filla was startled with an impromptu braking taxi, due to loss of balance, Filla hit the front seat, resulting in a smooth head bruised. Seen in front of there the motor that caused this accident. Fortunately nothing happened, only minor injuries. The man quickly opened the door of the taxi driver forcefully, "Sir, if careful driving can be?" he snapped when he managed to drag the driver who brought Filla out of the car.

"Sorry Mas, I didn't see any Mas in front" the driver said fearfully.

From inside the car Filla who was still in pain with his bruise right in the middle of his forehead saw the driver's pack scolded by the man who created the wound that he had elus since.

Filla tried to get out to see what was going on, "How come I got mad at the taxi driver anyway? Mas wrong really," defended Filla pity to see the taxi driver who was afraid because of the anger of the man in front of him.

"Eh Ma'am, you're wrong!" reply the man snapped at Filla.

"Kok being a nyolot anyway? I'm just telling you the truth, look. Lo who suddenly emerged from the narrow alley, yes do not mistake the taxi driver dong if not ready for the same impromptu presence lo!" snapped Filla who was getting annoyed with the attitude of the man in front of her. Especially if you look at the man in front of him seems to be the same age as him.

"Hey, the wrong one is lo, look!" said Filla while pointing at her bruised forehead. "Lo jidat I bruised like gini!" said Filla staring fiercely at the man in front of her.

The man smiled for a while and folded his hands in front of his chest. "It's good if you have a wound, so break even, my bike is scuffed, jidat lo too," the man sneered as he walked away from Filla and then rode his bike. "Yes, sir, if you drive carefully," he said spicy and then took his motorbike away from the scene.

Filla could only gape at the man's behavior, "It's so brazen!" he said annoyed while returning to the taxi followed by a driver who had just been silent just stare.

"Continue Deck?" asked the father timidly when he saw Filla still with her horns.

"Yes, it's cooking here, just don't use bump again," said Fila mewanti-wanti. Who knows, this taxi driver is a hobby.

"Good Deck" replied the driver timidly.

Suddenly the phone that had been held by Filla vibrated and let out a sound, Filla lazily looked at the screen of his phone, but the number was not a number that he was familiar with. Very lazy if times like this receive calls from unknown people. Finally he lazily picked up the call.

"Yes. Hello," he said in a very lazy tone, anyone who hears it must be very eager to end this call immediately.

"Is this true with Ms Filla? The son of Mr Prasetyo and Buk Rahmi?" ask the person across there, who Filla certainly does not know with his voice.

"Yes, who is this?" Filla confirmed his sitting position.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Prasetyo, I want to tell you that my parents, son Filla, had an accident and died while in the hospital," As if struck by lightning hearing the statement, said, Filla cupped her mouth with tears in her eyes that continued to drip incessantly, the thing she feared the most during this time finally happened, losing both parents was the hardest thing in the world, he is now a kara without any relatives in this world.

"Hallo, son Filla you okay?" asked the person across there, it was clear he was worried about the state of the girl he was calling right now.

"Hiks, hiks, hik ..., Uncle isn't kidding right? Tell me if Uncle was joking," Filla was really hit by this incident, he could not even think how to accept all this. "Where are they now?" ask Filla at last.

"At the Husada Central Jakarta hospital, a stoic boy yes ...," said the person across there who almost Filla could not hear because of his own cries that did not want to stop.

Filla rushes to ask the taxi driver to take her to the Hospital to see her parents, Filla cursed herself who ran away from home, if he remained at home of course both his parents would still scold him at home instead of having an accident like this.

Arriving at the hospital Husada Filla immediately ran to the morgue, and right there were the bodies of his parents, who were still stiff without a voice so pale, and so pale, which would probably be the last time she could see her parents, Filla could only cry now rejecting the fate that had been written for her, after a long cry there was a hand that was embracing her shoulder and calming her, she said, Filla did not know who this person was but in her arms Filla felt calmer.

"Please son, everything will be fine after this," he said carrying Filla in a hug and calming her down.

"But Uncle, Filla's a kara, hiks .., hiks ..," Filla argued, he really wanted all of this just his crazy dream, not reality, he only wished for one, he really wanted all of this, he could still see the smiles of his parents were just that.