I'M Nathasya Gustari
Critical Child

Tara whistled happily. Drove his big vehicle to kindergarten where Mentari studied.

An hour ago Caca contacted him to pick up Mentari because Caca had a client who would come to market his products.

Finally he can also carry out his duties as a father not only to deliver but also to pick up his daughter.

As he got out of the car and stepped into the school gate. There were children crowding the crying child.

He could hear what the children were saying.

"No father.no father.." they cheered on the child who was down in tears.

The bell went off not long ago. There are still a lot of children who have not been picked up. But where did the teachers get to this kind of bullying.

"I have a father!!" scream the little girl in the middle of the circle.

"Where? your father didn't come yesterday, did he?" said the girl puffed up with a drinking bottle hanging in front of her chest.

"Yes. My mother said, mama you're jan-" said the skinny boy with round glasses, cut off by Tara's presence.

"What is this. Little angel papa why are you crying?"

The little girl who crouched down and buried her face in the folds of her knees immediately looked up as soon as she recognized Tara's voice.

"Father!!" Mentari immediately hugged Tara's legs. Crying as much as you can immediately reach Tara in a sling.

"Why? why is papa's angel crying?" tara said as she shrank her daughter's tears with her thumb. His heart was as if it was sliced to see his daughter cry sorrowfully to such a bummer. What else triggers him because of his absence in the growth of his daughter. Father figure's forgetfulness.

The children who had been carrying Mentari were inching backwards. Holding each other, afraid that Tara would scold them.

"They're evil. They say that Tari does not have papa, because yesterday papa did not come during the father's event." Mentari. Either the child is taking advantage of the situation or what. But Tara felt touched by her daughter's attitude like that.

The thing he dreamed. Become a place to lean and complain for this little princess. He was a shield when someone hurt him.

"Oh yeah? sorry, dear. Yesterday papa worked, so can't nemenin dance at school."

"You guys see, right? I have papa. My dad is busy. Just look at the car is good. It's because papa keeps working."

The sun is no longer crying. Now there is Tara who will definitely defend and protect him.

"Om sure you're good kids. And Om hope you can be good friends with Dance too, huh?" there was no anger in Tara's voice. Why was he angry, if the incident could make his daughter call 'papa'. The sacred word that from the first time he knew the whereabouts of Caca and Mentari, he wanted his daughter to call him that. Despite having to pass a road that injured his daughter.

The children who had been bulldozing Mentari nodded silently. They were still afraid of Tara's presence there.

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Mentari never saw Tara. On her mother's cell phone, there are many photos of Tara with her mother. Not even a picture of his father.

And Mentari had caught her mother crying several times at night looking at a photo of Tara. And what Mentari knows, if Tara has been bad to her mother and makes her mother sad.

What little boy knows if Caca is crying because she misses Tara.

The presence of Tara who was like her helper god made Mentari slightly loosen the rope of hostility between them.

Tara who lay with a small child, confused what to do. Prefer to focus on the road in front of him.

While Mentari from entering the man's car, had looked at Tara sharply not a second to avert his eyes.

"Indeed Om Tara is right papa Mentari?" the little girl asked, breaking the silence.

"Eh?" Tara scratched her non-itchy hair. Not ready for his son's question. Didn't even think Mentari would ask that.

From the family pictures he saw in the book there was also only one mother and one father. If the new child has two, three is even more.

"Keep, why did Om Tara just meet Mentari after big? why does Om not nemenin mama same Dance continues? why don't we stay in the same house as Mentari's friends?"

Tara swallowed her saliva. Afraid of being wrong when answering. After all, why did his son ask such a difficult question for him to answer.

"Why Om?" insist Mentari because Tara is just silent.

"Call papa. I'll answer you later." bargain Tara gave a deal.

"No. Answer the new first Dance call papa!"

Tara shakes. It turned out that his son was quite astute for a child with the age of five.

"Because papa is busy working, so papa can not nemenin you with mom every day." taking from the answer Mentari gave to her friends earlier.

"Certainly, why can you dance now? papa's fired?" mentari's ops instantly covered his mouth when release called out to papa.

And Tara who noticed it smiled knot. "What the hell was that fired for?" tara.

"Friends I told you about. He said his father was fired because he did not go to work for a long time. So now his father does not work, so I can accompany my friend to play at home as much as possible."

Tara chuckled at her son's answer. "Papa wasn't fired. Papa is the boss. So papa's free to enter at any time."

There is no admiration in the eyes of Mentari. "The boss is rich Mom, huh?" Mentari had heard a brother who worked at the MFA calling his mother the boss.

"Yes rich mama. But papa has more employees than mama."

"What is that karayawan?" asked the girl innocently with cute twitching eyes.

"Employee." corrects Tara. "Those employees work at mama's work."

"Ooh those same sisters and aunty? Have a lot of friends? Mama said it was all mama. Not a caravan."

"Take it as papa's friend. I have so many friends like my mom."

Mentari. For a moment his attention was distracted from the question that Tara had not been able to answer.

"Where are we going now? wanna play? eat?"

"I haven't answered Mentari's question. About Mentari's dad?"

Wrongfully. He thought his daughter was distracted. "Yes. About the dad Dance. The blood in Dance's body is Om's blood as well."

The mentari was confused. How can Tara's blood be too. Did he ever drink the blood of this grown man in front of him?

"Dance doesn't understand."

Tara chuckles. "Later if Dance is big, Mentari will know everything that is happening right now."

"Then Rian's father?" Mentari was still curious about everything. "Friends I only have one father and one mother. Did you share your mom?"

Tara screamed Caca's name in her heart asking for help. Why is his son so critical.

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