I LOVE YOU UNCLE BASTIAN
Fatherless son
Her name is Dara Asmarani, a little girl who now has a new father.
"Honey, from now on he is your father, his name is Rusdi's father" said the woman named Sri. mother of Dara Asmarani.
Sometimes Dara can not think about what is in the brain of his mother, at the age of 10 years Dara has changed father three times.
"Good night, Uncle." said Dara who had greeted his new father.
Mr. Rusdi looked at the little girl who would become his stepson. "Good boy..," said Mr. Rusdi who touched Dara's hair.
"Give your regards to Rusdi's father." pinta Bu Sri.
Dara did not say a word, the 10-year-old girl just nodded her head.
"Here you go, Sri.you don't push him too much, he is still a child.we live What we need to live, don't force it too much" said Mr. Rusdi.
How could the little girl always be forced to accept a new father from her mother, Somehow Bu Sri married, Mr. Rusdi is the third husband of Bu Sri.
"If you become my father, then my father will be my father How long?" ask Dara with such an innocent question.
Of course the little girl asked that question, she was always forced by her mother to call her new father the father. Bu Sri is a woman who has a dark past, she fell into a dark life after the death of her parents.Having a Princess at a young age makes Bu Sri even more frustrating, and, Bu Sri who works discotheques makes Dara always called Child Without a Father.
Dara was always crying, lamenting the life that always made her desperate. Fortunately, the little girl always thought positively and lived a life full of laughter.
** One month later **
For one month Mr. Rusdi has been living in the house of Ms. Sri, the man works as a builder in one of the projects. "What are you doing, Dara?" ask Mr. Rusdi to Dara.
"Make you coffee" replied Dara.
"No need for Dara, you can do it yourself" replied Mr. Rusdi.
"I'm used to making coffee sir, so you don't have to worry" said Dara who looks so marched in terms of kitchen work. Mr. Rusdi looked at the little boy, his hands were so dexterous that a sad look could be seen by Mr. Rusdi.
"What time will Dara be home?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
"Why sir?" ask Dara back.
"Later if you come home you pick me up." said Mr. Rusdi.
"Don't Sir, you don't pick Dara up to school" replied Dara, who was seen bowing her head. Dara did not want to be picked up by the man who had just become his mother's husband, but blood was afraid if he and Mr. Rusdi were mocked as the new father of a fatherless child.
"Here Dara." said Mr. Rusdi.
In silence Dara approached his stepfather. "Indeed why Dara did not want to be picked up by the Father, is Dara ashamed to have a father like this father?" asked Mr. Rusdi to Dara. quickly blood shook his head, the little girl looked at Mr. Rusdi with eyes that were so sad.
"Don't sir, if you pick up blood later father in the same words Dara's friends." replied Dara.
"Why indeed?" asked Mr. Rusdi in a soft voice.
"If you pick up Dara, later Dara's friends will say that the father became the father of the father's rak son." replied Dara.
DEG...
Mr. Rusdi gasped at the words spoken by the little boy. "Dara was always put on like that?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
Dara fell silent, then Mr. Rusdi asked her again. "Dara has always been said to be like that, my friends, Dara?" asked Mr. Rudi who made Dara nod his head.
"Dara's father who used to not stand mother because mother always come home at night, even they are very upset when ridiculed by people being the father of a fatherless child." said Dara while lowering her head.The little girl was always sad when she remembered the words spoken by the people around her.
"See Father, blood." ask Mr. Rusdi.
Dara lifted her face, looking at the man who might be 40 years old.
"Is Dara ashamed to have a father like this?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
"Is blood ashamed to have a father whose job is a builder?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
Dara shook her head again.
"Listen to you carefully, Dara. Dad will always be your father until anytime, you will not leave Dara no matter what happens" said Mr. Rusdi.
"My mother's husband used to say that, but then they left and never came back" Dara said with a sad face and a heavy tone.
Bu Sri's first marriage failed because her father's family did not approve of her son's marriage to a woman who worked at the discotheque. the husband's second marriage left because he often saw Bu Sri with the man in the discotheque.
The conversation of 2 people of different ages made anyone who heard it so sad. "You're off on a bike?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
Dara nodded her head.
"You've already given Mom some pocket money?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
Dara nodded her head, but the man was a little distrustful of the words spoken by Dara.
"Let's see where your pocket money is?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
Reluctantly Dara took out the pocket money that was in his pocket.
"Let's see Dara's pocket money, " Rusdi sir's pinta back.
Dara took money out of his pocket, a banknote with a nominal of two thousand rupiahs.
"What's this money for, Dara?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
"That's Dara's money, sir." replied Dara.
"Two thousand?" ask Mr. Rudi.
Dara nodded her head, after hearing the answer from Dara Pak Rusdi really always jerked with the condition of his stepson.a piece of money worth 10,000 issued by Mr. Rusdi.
"From now on if you go to school father who will give pocket money" said Mr. Rudi who then gave the money.
"No sir, no need." said Dara .
"What is two thousand for? the money cannot be made to buy anything, just iced tea is not enough" Mr. Rusdi said.
Dara can only eat fried as much as one seed or ask for water in her school canteen, Dara's life is really so sad.
There was a bit of happiness in Dara's heart when Mr. Rusdi gave her attention, but Dara was afraid that suddenly the person who gave her attention would leave and never come back.
Instantly Dara hugged Mr. Rusdi, the little boy was seen saying something in Mr. Rusdi's ear "Be my father forever" said Dara who made Mr. Rusdi again surprised.
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