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Eza Aksa Adhitama's

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It hurts, when a very special person yesterday, now makes him feel very unwanted today. Eza stepped straight towards his home. The journey home feels very heavy, this holiday even brings memories. Sweet and bitter, beautiful and wounded, happy and sick.

Eza went straight to his parents' house. After making a decision to oppose the mother. Going home doesn't mean he can rest. Inside there were still a myriad of problems that he had to think about. After he had previously run away to avoid what was.

Eza Aksa Adhitama's. The name was not just attached to him. Adhitama is from his papa's name. But it was her mother's name that always overshadowed her life.

"Eza, where are you?" erna asked as she entered the house dragging her suitcase. The woman was sitting in the living room alone. Eza was silent.

Eza is so difficult to oppose Erna who is always changing her mind. Giving him rules that are sometimes difficult for him to understand. Her mother Eza's wish was to see her son succeed and become a doctor. In fact, it is very contrary to the wishes of Eza. He wanted to be an artist like his father. However, when the journey of his father's career was quite slow, now Eza was forbidden by Erna to continue his hobby as a painter and had to concentrate in the field of medicine.

Erna showed a displeased face, after being ignored. “Good, yes! Not coming home for a week. How, satisfied with the holiday?” Erna's voice sounded insinuating in Eza's ears.

Lazily serving her mother's speech that will make her more dizzy, Eza just breezed in without caring about Erna's sentence. The problems in Bali are enough to make him lose his spirit, and now he must be forced to face his mother. The firm attitude of the woman, making Eza forced to be the figure he wanted.

Unlike Adhitama, he always supported whatever Eza wanted because his profession is now also as an artist. The papa has his own painting gallery, although not worldwide, but his paintings are quite well known in Indonesia. Falling fruit is not far from the tree, that is the saying that suits the child and a father.

“Until when will you be a brat like this, Eza? Did Mama ever teach you to be disrespectful? Horror when mama speaks!” Erna raised her voice while standing closer towards Eza.

“Ma, please, tired Eza. Eza wants to rest,” said Eza chose to avoid.

“Eza! Stop Mama saying!” Erna exclaimed as Eza started to climb the stairs. In the end, Eza complied and turned his body around.

The vexation on Eza's face was so noticeable, he felt like a depressed person when his mother gave the promise of an agreement in the beginning. When Eza chose to agree to study medicine, he was allowed to pursue his hobby as well—painting. However, now he must be forced to abandon his hobby and just focus on his college.

“Set? Since when did Mama set you up? All this for your own good, Eza. Look at your father, have you forgotten? His career was very slow, it took him almost fifteen years to be successful as he is now. If you are a doctor, you will enjoy success in a short time, understand!”

Not answering her long sentence, Eza chose to leave her and rushed to her room. It was not impolite to ignore Erna's words, but she was lazy to argue. The problem is too much now. It's just rest that Eza needs right now.

The hobbies that Eza loves are hard to leave behind. As a result of being given the freedom to pursue his hobby, Eza often skipped because he attended several painting classes outside the campus. He subordinated his lecture, thus infuriating Erna for wasting her trust and violating the initial agreement.

There is nothing wrong, it is all based on the ego. As a mother, there are times when she must understand the wishes of the child. However, sometimes children have to obey the orders of parents as a sign of devotion.

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