Light For Stars
Chapter One
"What the fuck?" A thunderous voice rang out from a man about 52 years old that was deafening. The man is seen squeezing the paper in hand. A notice paper stating that his second son had a warning letter from his current campus.
"What the hell is it, Pa? Why are you screaming?" Mara came to her husband and saw the paper in his hand. "It's kan.... "
"Yes, it's a warning letter from the campus," Arya said.
"This is the second time your son has received a warning letter from his college. If he gets the third one, it means he has to get out of that campus. This is the third campus she moved to." Arya Bimantara looks upset. "You want to be what he's gonna be. The longer instead of growing up, the more it becomes. Already his hobbies are fighting, drinking, racing wild, and bully college friends. How can you hand over the responsibilities of the company to him? Though he's the only hope we have to continue the company because Cakra has chosen to become a doctor."
Cakrawala Satya Bimantara, the eldest son of Arya Bimantara has become a surgeon at the age of 28 years. Since childhood, his familiar Cakra-sapa was given the freedom to choose things that interest him. Unlike the Stars who have to do everything that has been arranged by the father.
Arya threw a paper at the body of her second son who was currently standing before her. "You knew? Your brother, Si Cakra, never got any warning letters when he went to school. He even helped papa a lot when he was your age now. But you? Never mind being relied on, not making a good job."
Again. The star must be compared to his first brother. Whether it was a thousand times, Bintang had to hear his father compare himself to his brother.
Satya Bimantara's horizon is the reason Bintang hates both of his parents. The star that is always required to be perfect as Cakra feels very sick. Moreover, she was never given the same freedom as her brother.
"If papa knows you will only make trouble, you better send you abroad to come with your om" added Arya.
"Pa, stop. Don't keep getting angry! Remember the last time papa got angry papa's blood pressure went up." Amara approached her husband and rubbed her shoulders to calm down.
"It's your fault too! As a mother you failed to educate your child! Try to focus on being a housewife and taking care of your children, Stars will definitely not be the backers they are today!" Amara was always the second party to blame.
"Kok I was wrong? The proof is that I can make Cakra a great doctor at a young age." Amara certainly does not take the blame. "That's your only child who is lazy and does not want to study harder." Instead of defending her son, Amara blamed her second son.
The star breathed. "Have finished? If I'm going to go into the room, get some rest, get tired." The star went up to the second floor to his room. He chose not to respond to the rantings of his parents.
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The star threw his backpack anywhere. Throwing his tired body on his big mattress, the most comfortable place in his house. At least that's what the 21-year-old felt.
Room with a size of 4×5 meters, decorated with marble with a fairly luxurious chandelier was indeed decorated by the interior design of the father's belief. Although the place became the most comfortable place, in fact, the Star also did not get the freedom to set the room according to his own wishes because everything was determined by the dictator.
The star wakes up from its current position when the flat object in its pants pocket vibrates. Adit's name was plastered on a flat screen that is now in his hands. The young man with a big nose, white skin with slightly drooping hair sighed while saying, "Ngapain is not a phone boy?"
The star immediately pulls the green button on the flat object's screen. "What's up, Dit?" ask the stars in a lazy tone. He was still a little tired because he had done many things all day.
"Already lost it is still a doubt, boy. No kapok what ngajak match race, but lost mulu?" oceh Star.
Yes, two days ago the star representing the Mortal enemy motorcycle gang members was already racing with a biker gang led by Mario, Tiger, with a victory that was again achieved by the Bintang motorcycle gang.
"But, Boss. Mario and his gang are still good for us to race. He said this time he could definitely beat the boss." Aditya Permana, the long name of Adit was back to speak.
"When is he going to race?" finally Bintang decided to accept the challenge from the motorcycle gang of his arch-enemy.
"It was eleven o'clock in the usual place" replied Adit.
The star looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall of his room. The 20 million hour was deliberately purchased by the father as a complement to the decoration of his room last week. The clock has been pointed at nine o'clock in the evening which means two hours to go to match time. The Star Spring got up and took back the backpack he threw a moment ago from the floor. "Gue otw now. You gather all our gang members, we gather at the race site!" tell Adit before ending the call.
Hurried the Stars out of his room, he took the helmet off the table and immediately put it on.
"Where else are you going? Papa hasn't finished talking just play nice and now?" Arya stared intently at the youngest son.
"The stars have business" replied the stars briefly.
"What business? Racing again? Papa's been telling you a lot, don't hang out with your motorcycle gang anymore. They are all useless humans!" Many times Arya Bimantara told her son to stay away from them.
"Maybe in Papa's eyes they are useless people. But, they are all the ones who are always there for the Stars" the Star replied. "And most importantly, they never demanded that the stars have to be this and that" he continued.
"Star! Papa did everything for you. Papa wants you to be a successful person like your brother, Cakra!" aryan Sentak.
The stars just smiled. "Like Brother Cakra? Papa lets Kak Cakra choose what he wants, but Papa never knows the Stars and always keeps the Stars alive. Why didn't Papa let the Stars do what the Stars wanted just like Papa let Kak Cakra choose his dream?" not to be outdone, Bintang replied to all his papa's words.
Plaque!
A slap landed on the star's right cheek.
"Always this way. Every Star protests Papa's treatment, Papa always hits the Stars?" The star rubbed his hot cheek after that left the papa who was again glued in place.