Love and the Past
The Part 136

"Nor Papi!" azka shouted with a breath of breath after waking up from her sleep. Again and again it was a nightmare.

Azka wiped the sweat on the temple and her neck was wet with sweat. The nightmare was again present in his subconscious. The glass filled with water he topped the nightstand and then dropped the contents to the toilet.

Pranks!

Azka threw an empty glass in her hand to vent the emotion that had just been ignited due to the nightmare. With a speck of dew soaked the cheeks of the cruel leader Avegas.

"You don't deserve to be called a father!" azka shouted with a thunderous chest.

"Are you right my father?" gigi Azka struggled to remember Ans' treatment of her during first grade Junior High. That's where he hated his father.

Junior High is when children want to explore as they please as well as Azka. He wanted to be like his other friends to play and play, but his father always demanded satisfactory grades.

Azka obeyed everything Ans wanted. Getting high marks, always a pride of school, but Ans was never satisfied with the achievements that Azka achieved. Azka only wanted to hear one sentence of praise come out from her father's mouth.

You're great, son, Papi is proud of you.

Only that word Azka wanted to hear when bringing the cup home. But he never heard it. The words he always heard from Ayanya.

Only champion three?

Do your best!

Don't be so proud, not so much!

Feeling stressed because of living under the pressure of the father. Azka tries to find a new atmosphere by skipping with her other friends. After all, his father only wants to be high and a myriad of achievements, Azka thought to make him dare to skip.

This is the height of Azka's hatred for Ans. He could be truant by the school until his parents were called. Azka hopes that the one who comes is her Mama. However, his hope was lost because the one who came was his father.

Azka frowned when the car she was riding stopped right in front of the main fence, even though the distance of the house from the fence was still very far. He gasped when the car door opened violently.

"Sorry Azka Pi, Azka won't repeat!" please Azka.

However, as if deaf Ans continues to drag Azka until she reaches home, Azka's uniform is no longer shaped, even the knee has been torn. The middle-aged man threw Azka's body right in front of Tari who was pregnant.

"Look at your useless son! How dare he throw dirt on his own Papa's face!" ans' fiery snapping frightened Azka.

"Mami please help Azka Mi, Azka apologize. Azka just wanted to be like the other Azka friends. They are free to play without anyone forbidding why can't Azka?" Azka hugged Tari who was now kneeling before her.

Dance could do nothing, she just hugged her son who kept crying. He himself was a little afraid if Ans was angry.

"Stop crying! You're a man!" snapped Ans took off the selepe on her waist then pulled Azka from the arms of Tari.

"Don't! Please don't hit Azka, Ans. He's still a kid, he should have played and made mistakes. It's not time for you to educate her so hard," Sela Tari hugged Azka again to protect from Ans' rampage that would hit Azka with a selepe.

Ans did not listen, he dragged Azka to the storehouse and then closed it tightly. Heedless of his son's plans to ask for mercy. Ans whips his son as much as possible until Azka's cry turns into a ringing. Azka's body was filled with purplish blue lebab because of the father's lash.

"Are you right my father? Why would you hit me like this?" lirih Azka looked at Ans with a hard to interpret gaze.

"I'd rather not have Papi than have Papi like you" said Azka before she was lost and in the barn.

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