Imagery
section 5

Even though I've been at school for almost four months, I can't find anyone to be my best friend.It's only natural that I'm spotty, ugly, poor, poor, gabisa follows the current trends like they are out there and usually I just become a mockery of them and for me it is common.

" aghhh please brain! Please don't make things worse by thinking about things I won't find the answer to, come on don't overthink "

On a sturdy bike I finally realized myself to be calmer until I got home

" take the nafass in the citt.and slowly dispose of the land...."

" hufftts"

Putting my bicycle next to my house, my eyes realized that the door that had been closed had opened. I began to guess whether the father who came out or the mother who entered..

I immediately entered the house and checked the room that you had occupied, because it had been almost about 3 months they slept in different rooms. I know what it means even though I'm not too old to know what a household quarrel is.

" the father is still there and asleep, meaning the mother who has gone home"

I immediately went to my mother's room, to tell my mother about her father's condition, but I did not find him in her room but only a few items scattered on the floor.

" mother's clothes? Where's mom's shirt? Where's everybody? Why is the closet empty? And this room is a mess like it's been randomized. Do you want to leave your father and me? Gamungkin this gamungkin must be just a dream!"

I brushed away that thought, even though I knew everything was clear in front of my eyes.

" aghhhhh all the same to me! No one loves me the same. It's gaada!!!"

I hated myself even more, wanting to scream with all my might in order to vent this anger. But, the father is sleeping and I also do not want to provoke the excitement of people because they think what happens in my house, even though I know my house is already chaotic.

I beat my chest nonstop, scraping the wet cut on my left arm with my fingernails.

I cried but held his voice with a pillow covering my mouth, I did not want to be considered weak by anyone including a hard father, and could not wipe my tears but slap me with a weak sentence, he said, like before.

The time shows it is 2 am and it feels like my eyes have begun to wilt because of sleepiness, I usually feel drowsy when I finish crying. Because my eyes feel hot and even heavy like holding a heavy weight in my eyelids.

" i'll just sleep, I'll put up the alarm so that tomorrow doesn't wake up again"

This time I did not go to the bed in my room, but I chose to sleep in my mother's room, with one of my usual t-shirts in the kitchen still hanging in the closet I grabbed and hugged her tightly in my arms, and slowly I began to fall asleep with my mother's t-shirt accompanying me

" mom come back, I'll keep waiting for you whenever"

" how does sister image do you want to stay with your father or with your mother?"

Someone sitting with the title of judge on the table confused me to answer the question he gave me

" if I live with my father I'm afraid he will always make me an outlet when he is angry while his mother will too but I have to choose one of them"

I was silent not answering the question I had to answer but I had to return the question

" may I choose both?"

I asked the person who threw the painful question at me

" byurrrs"

A few drops of fused water soaked my face, I felt a bit choked because of that water.

Father, of course you did it, because only he was in this house with me

" pa dad? Are you awake?"

I asked the father without thinking about the face that was still wet because of the glass of water that you poured on me.

" yes, I woke up so I woke you up! Quickly you cook, you are hungry waiting for you to wake up. Sleep at his job"

I was wrong again, even though I had set the alarm near my body still I could not interfere let alone wake up because of it.

" dad to eat fried rice, make it fast"

" yes sir, the image of makein now "

I got out of bed in my mother's room and took off a t-shirt that had accompanied me last night in my deep sleep.

" it's a good thing you woke me up, otherwise I could be late again for having to prepare food and also having to clean the house"

I went to the kitchen and collected all the ingredients that had to be smoothed using the duress I had prepared on the table

I smooth all the ingredients and then take the remaining rice last night that is still not stale and I fry everything on the frying pan and serve it on a plate and immediately give it to the father who was waiting for me in the guest room.

" this is his fried rice"

The father who was still brushing a cigarette in his mouth seemed not too heedful of my words, I who did not think too much about it immediately rushed back to the kitchen to wash the kitchen utensils that I had used for cooking, and I did not really think about it, clean every side of the kitchen that is still dirty.

" there are no clothes that I have to wash today, so I just take a shower even though it still looks morning"

I cleaned this body by flushing it with an oval-shaped dipper in ash

" if only yesterday had not happened, surely they could both still be under the same roof. Although there will be a lot of mouth fights that result in loud sounds echoing in my hearing.

" where do you think mom is?"

Suddenly my tears also wet the body that was already wet because of the water

I dried this body with a towel and then immediately put on a white-colored school uniform.

I immediately went out of the room and took the remaining rice on the pan to make breakfast, I went to go to the guest room intending to have breakfast with my father

Without any conversation or just a reprimand I immediately sat down and ate the fried rice I made myself.

Suddenly my mind seemed to tell me where my mother was, although with a lot of fear I had to keep asking. Did you know about my mother's arrival last night

" father of imagery can ask you something?"

I asked my father who was still brushing the cigarettes he smoked after spending the entire morning meal

" what do you want to ask? Just ask"

It seems like the good mood of the father is also my chance to ask

" last night, you came home, sir?"

" gatau"

Answer the father briefly with a voice that seemed sniffy

" did you know that all your clothes are no longer in your room?"

He scrunched his forehead and immediately pulled out a sentence with a loud tone

" why are you so noisy in the morning? Why don't you let me live quietly first? It's already! You better go to school before you lock your dad in the bathroom"

My heart was broken to hear the answer from my father, notah what really happened until it changed the father more rude than before...