Let the Heart Choose
Bad Dad

Andra stepped out of the principal's room holding back her anger, she immediately met Alif who was sitting in class waiting for her to come.

The atmosphere of the school is quite quiet, because all the children have gone home. Alif lives alone in the classroom, accompanied by one of the teachers.

Andra steps into the classroom and leads Alif out, not forgetting that she said goodbye and apologized to the teacher for Alif's treatment today.

Andra got on his bike in the tail by Alif who was riding in the back, no chatter. Even a cheerful smile. Just silence along the way.

Andra decided to pull over, and sat down the sidewalk chair. There are several chairs that are available along the sidewalk.

Actually Alif was reluctant to go down, but because Andra forced. Finally Alif came down and sat in the chair.

Andra looked at Alif who was sitting beside her, she lowered her head. He plays his shoes.

The shoes are still the same, look shabby and there are a few holes. Add more rubber on the bottom that begins to peel.

"Why are you fighting?" ask Andra.

There was no answer from Alif, he was still playing with his shoes.

"Alif, you're not horrified, what did Dad say?!" andra said in a louder voice.

Alif remained unmoved, he even more fun playing his shoelaces.

"ALIF .." said Andra as she grabbed Alif's face and directed him to look at Andra's face.

Andra flinched when she saw a puddle of tears dripping down her chubby cheeks. Slowly Andra released Alif's face and threw away her face.

Andra let out a long sigh and stroked Alif's head, trying to hold back the emotion because the mood was bad at the moment.

Is this his feeling or is it true? Every Tone was grieving, all the family members in were also in a bad mood.

Andra whose emotions can't be controlled, and now Alif. Somehow Alif could fight with his friend, until his friend got a bruise on his face.

It's not usually Alif to act like this, though,

"Why did you do that, son? is your friend bothering you?" ask Andra softly.

Still no answer, Alif still lowered his head.

"Bad fuck!" alif said briefly.

Instantly surprised Andra, he was the one fighting in school. But even his father was blamed. Andra's brain is filled with big question marks.

"Cock Daddy ?" ask Andra.

"Dad--'' Alif's speech was cut off.

"Hay Alif ..." Sapa Kinan's.

Not sure where it came from? Kinan stepped closer to Alif and Andra who were sitting on the sidewalk chair.

He stroked Alif's head and immediately on his bank, Andra stroked Alif's back. As if to signal to be more polite to his father's friend.

At the same time, there was an ice cream vendor passing by. Kinan immediately called her and ordered a few packs of ice cream.

After finishing, Kinan thrust his Ice Cream towards Alif. What did Alif do? Alif threw his eyes.

"That's why, take dong ice cream from Aunt Kinan!" said Andra softly.

Alif did not budge, he even folded his hands and threw away his face. As if to vent his frustration.

Kinan stepped closer to Alif and crouched down before him. Alif's eyes were glazed over, as if harboring deep pain.

Kinan stroked his head but immediately on the edge, Alif completely rejected Kinan's existence. But Andra continued to urge him to make peace with Adaan.

Andra got up from her seat and stepped closer to Alif and Kinan, she stroked Alif's head.

"Eat this ice cream, and then we go home? Alif must be worried about you, right?" said Andra softly.

And sure enough, Alif raised his head and started nodding softly. Her tiny hands began to wipe away the tears that began to seep on chubby cheeks.

Alif grabbed a pack of Ice Cream that was in Kinan's hands, looking at Alif who was not angry anymore. Andra and Kinan sat down together and started chatting.

"Why tone?" ask Kinan.

SERIATE....