HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP-SHIT!
The Birthday Party 41

"Young, Ri. Can you have a chat?" Arsya asked after successfully removing the red marks on her cheeks.

"What the hell, anyway. Here is the ajalah." Sahut kak Adit's.

"Ari, stay here." Sister Tari called me from the front door. He entered like he wanted to talk seriously inside the house.

Regardless of Arsya's request, I moved inside, meeting with Tari's sister because it seemed like there was serious talk.

Sister Tari handed her phone to me. "Papa will call soon. There's something important he wants to tell you, Ri."

I shook my head. "Wouldn't do it, brother."

"Om Tama gave you a choice, Ri. I'll see you outside, or here. Whatever and as comfortable as you."

"Ari doesn't want to. Ari won't see her."

"Ari.." sister Tari grabbed my hand and held it. "Don't understand that you're still hurting. But Tama wants to fix everything. Om Tama told all of them to my sister. And he asked for help so you could meet. Om Tama won't force you to come along. He just wants to see you for a minute."

I'm down. Honestly, I am comfortable living here, even though there is a question in me, when will I be here? In the days of alternating orphanage children came and went after getting adoptive parents, while I...

"Ri, meet before you regret."

Alisku. Who will regret it? Not me, they should be, right!

"You're lucky you're still allowed to see your father and mother. Well, even if you end up here, at least you know what the face of the person who gave birth to you looks like. Moreover, they want to be in a relationship again." Said Mr. Tari, suddenly his face was sad.

"...temporary sister. Who, where, how's your parents, brother doesn't know."

I'm silent. I don't know what to answer, because there are still people who feel like they are not as lucky as I am, while in my heart I want to say that I don't know my parents better than to be tormented like this.

"Try it first, Ariva. After that, you decide for yourself the end result."

...🍭...

Sis Tari offered, whether I was alone or she accompanied. This time I convinced myself to go to a restaurant that was already on the reservation.

I had to give her a phone number so she could easily give me the address of the restaurant.

After making sure of the place, I went inside the restaurant and found a man sitting by himself on his back. He glanced at the clock a few times and his hand knocked on the table. That's it, even from behind I still recognize it.

I stepped up, and he stood up as he watched me walk towards him.

"A-ariva."

The first assessment I saw from papa was a neat, thin mustachioed with a beard that started to whiten a little. Hair combed back, neat with black polo shirts and jeans. This is my papa, Nugra Tama. The last time I saw him was five years ago and he made almost no difference.

You could say, Papaku is the same age as Papa Arga. Because I heard them talk casually back then.

"Have you eaten, son?" Ask Papa as I sit in front of him. His face was bright and happy, and he also looked happy there.

"Not yet."

"Let papa order. What do you want to eat?" Papa asked, his eyes looking for a servant and then calling by raising his hand.

"As far as you are."

"Creamy chicken mushroom 2, yes." Put papa on the waiter who came. "Lemon tea too." Its effects.

Remember my favorite food? Nice too.

The servant left, leaving us both silent. I leaned back on the chair and stared down at the table. Lousy. My dad and I once loved each other. Even I still remember how much she loved me when she was 4. Unfortunately, the heartache of being left in an orphanage was more dominant now.

"W-do you have any activities after this?"

"There's." Answer lies.

Silence back. I don't even want to ask you a lot of questions. All my curiosity all this time I swallowed myself and did not want to bring up the past. I've resolved to no longer want to know my parents' business.

"I'm sorry papa, Ariva."

Eh?

"Papa feels very guilty for what we've done to you. I'm sorry for the dozens of years of suffering you've felt. Papa, I've never apologized directly to you."

Papa looked down as if showing his guilt to me. Even if he knows, all that can't replace my suffering.

The conversation stopped as the waiter brought food. Then papa continued it again.

"Actually, papa wants to form our family again. Papa wants to pick you up and your mama."

My heart ripples. I started to feel unsettled because my chest was beating so fast. Forming a family again, he said? This. sounds fun. I, papa, mama, became a whole family again like the mother family. A warm family. But why only now?

"You know, you're wondering, why is it that you're just now being moved to start." Papa pulled out a photo sheet, placed it on the table, and shifted it towards me.

"I'm sorry papa, Ri. Because it's too late for you to realize everything. Realize that family is the main. Papa's too pursued a career, until after getting the peak, papa does not feel happy."

He nodded, then continued. "The new father realized, if what you are chasing is not the main thing in your life, until you realize that there is a heart that is tormented because of the actions of the father." Papa raises his head, looks at me with glassy eyes.

"Papa wants to atone for all your sins, son. Papa wants you to assume that you have a father. Not the orphan you always tell other people."

Now papa is crying. He wiped away the tears that had not even fallen. While I was holding him back, not wanting to tear down the ego in front of this person who had thrown me away.

I took a slow and slow breath. My chest is tight, but I keep trying to calm down. Seeing the photos of the three of us makes me want to cry. But forgiving? Can I do that. Years ago I thought back to how I cried and begged, asking you to take me. But you guys left without any pity for me.

"Papa is selfish. You should follow the will of your mother who wants to continue working. Instead of challenging him and saying the thing that hurt his heart."

"Ari, you know, son. Papa met your mama four years ago. Papa wants to apologize in person, even though we have made peace, but papa wants to pull him back in his life. Papa's determined to fix everything. But your mom rejected me, because she's married to another man, she's already got a new family and kids."

The test! That moment my tears fell. Unable to hold back the dam of water that finally broke, making me look down to let out all the tears.

"I'm sorry papa, Ariva."

I covered my face with both hands. I was too hurt to hear all this. True I suffer, I lack the affection of my biological mother who dumped me. Far from the bottom of my heart, I want to go back to them. I want a happy family. But maybe...

"Ari.." Papa moved to sit next to me. He pulled my body until I received a warm embrace. I. cry a mouthful with shaken shoulders.

"I'm sorry papa. Forgive papa.."

I don't know. I could have heard this news. My heart ached when I heard she had a child, while I was abandoned and never seen. Then, on what basis does she have another child? Is he really crazy?

That afternoon, me and papa spent the lunch by asking each other the news all along. Repeatedly papa apologized, and after hearing the news about mama, made us closer because we both understood each other's feelings.

"Thank you for forgiving me."

I nodded, then looked down at my pair of white shoes. It's time to split up. I don't know why my heart suddenly felt so heavy.

"Can you meet me again, son?"

What can? Sure can.

I nodded slowly. And there was a smile on my face.

"May papa hug?"

This time I kept silent. Remembering the unconscious embrace earlier, and the hug was able to tear down my ego.

I took a step forward, wrapping both arms around papa's waist. He immediately grabbed me.

"Thank you, son." His whisper. "Papa is very lucky to have a very forgiving daughter. I promise I'll be a better father."

Well, just try it. I don't expect too much because I don't want to be hurt anymore.

"Papa's here in about a month. So, papa will spend some time for you before we part again. Take some time for papa, okay?"

I nodded, and then papa rubbed my head with affection. I swear, I like this. It felt.. Not to split.

But well, he finally took me to a taxi.

I refused to take it and preferred to go home alone.

In the taxi, sister Juna called, asking to meet. And I refused it.

'Please, darling. I really want to meet. Kangen.' his whining is spoiled.

I let out a breath. Even though this afternoon his intention was to fall.

'I want to watch with you. There's a fun movie I don't want to go through tonight.' Smoke again. 'Yes? Please...'

"Yes." Yeah." I said lazily, then broke the connection after hearing various words from Juna's lips.

Finally I asked the driver to turn to the place where Juna meant.

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"Ariva, here."

Brother Juna waved his hand, and I immediately approached. He immediately grabbed my hand and stepped.

In the twenty one, I waited for Juna to buy tickets and food. Frankly, I'm so not passionate right now. If it wasn't for coercion, maybe I wouldn't be here.

"Eh, Ariva?"

I looked to the side, when I saw Vita holding Arsya's hand.

Ouchh...

"Lho, you guys here too?" Juna's newly arrived brother brought a lot of food in his hands.

"Yes, I want to watch."

I glanced at Arsya. Again he looked at me like that.

"What about together?" Chirps Vita.

"What?" I'm spontaneous.

"Yes, together. It's called double date. How's it?"

TB

I've given you an extra chapter even though the 5 stars are still many who have not ngasih🫠...