MAYDEA: Turning Point
The Unknown Father

..."Never beg for respect and esteem from others—because without you doing so, it should be your right; the right of all of us as human beings."...

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Maydea sank her head on her knees, then took a deep breath before exhaling back. He must look very pathetic. Dumped by the people in his village, having an evil stepmother and step-sister, ignored by his own biological father, even the worst for him is to lose the figure of Mother—Mother who loves him very much.

Sometimes, Maydea still finds it hard to digest what really happened. Many years had passed, yet it felt so short; it was as if only yesterday he had lost all that precious thing. The girl often asked herself: what happened?

Still fresh in Maydea's memory beautiful memories at that time. Mom and Dad loved and protected her as much as they could. He longed for the past moments; when Dad or Mommy had just come home from work, Maydea ran to the door to hug them. Unfortunately, everything changed in an instant when the mother died, and some time later, the father came with his mother and two half-sisters.

Since the introduction on Maydea's birthday, slowly Satria transformed into another figure like he was not. Disillusionment, anger, and resentment flourished in Maydea's conscience, although longing remained the main thing that dominated there.

Maydea does not want to be weak and does not want to look like that. He fought, but not infrequently the fight, even brought disaster. He was beaten, he was persecuted, he was physically and verbally abused. It was all done by her wicked stepmother.

Gayatri's heart is so narrow. When he gets angry, he will do whatever he wants. Let alone Maydea who is not his biological child, Gendhis and Raka who he gave birth to alone are also often exposed to his tantrums. Satria was very weak in the presence of his wife; it was as if the woman could suck out his strength. In fact, as a father, he should have been wise—while letting Gayatri beat his children, it is not so at all.

Maydea thought her father was blinded by love; or perhaps by something else she did not know. Satria changed too much, so even the princess herself, may not know him again if his beautiful face was no longer there. Mayla—ibu Maydea—definitely very disappointed.

Every night, Maydea loves to look at the stars and moon; they are bright and can shed light in the darkness of the night, not like the hot sun can burn and be harmful to her sensitive skin.

Maydea likes to talk to the stars and the moon in the dark. It is not impossible that they can bring the message to Mother, even God.

"Why did you change? Why is all this happening to me?" maydea muttered in a deep voice. The girl pulled her head, then looked up at the small window by the door. It's dusk, and her favorite night is coming soon. Ah—just hope tonight there's no rain like the days before.

"Why did you change?" Maydea repeated her question. He asked himself—trying to guess what was going on, though he had done it often and until now had not found the answer. What happened to his life was a mystery he did not understand.

"I miss those moments." Maydea muttered again with a thin smile drawn on her lips. But that is not in line with the netra which is actually liberating the unstoppable clear crystals. Sure enough, beautiful memories can hurt in the heart if we remember them in bad times.

"I want Dad to come and hold me. I want Mommy back, then we'll tell her together like we used to." Maydea closed her eyes, letting the circles slip away. Tight chest. He was weak—ia was weak without the two people he loved.

"If I can, I want to go back in time and change my destiny. Even though I can't prevent mother's death, at least I should be able to prevent Daddy from marrying Gayatri. He's evil—because he's Daddy changed. I may be cruel to say that she does not deserve to be a mother; but that is the truth. A good mother will not give her emotions to her children. He often persecuted me, even Raka and Gendhis. He was a criminal, and my father foolishly allowed him to do so. My father's protecting a criminal behavior." Maydea met with racau. He wanted to get all his thoughts out, even if it was to himself.

"May ...."

Maydea turned her head when she heard the whisper. His heart shrieked when he saw that ugly face. Although he has indigo ability for a long time, but he never used to— and probably will forever be.

"Don't bother me!" maydea great-granddaughter. The girl covered her nose as she smelled the foul scent; she shifted as maggots fell from the full face of the hole.

"Hi hi hi ~" The figure laughed softly in a terrible shrill voice, then simply disappeared. Seeing that, Maydea sighed in relief.

"I hate this ability. It's curse!" lirih Maydea's. He rubbed his face slowly, then looked at the white-painted door. A knocking sound rang out, then a moment later, the vocals of a familiar man in his ears also came.

'Dad? What was? Not usually here?' inner Maydea. He wanted to open the door, but hesitated. What if there's a Gayatri in there? What if Satria comes to take her to her stepmother? He did not want to and was afraid, of course.

"Maydea? If you're inside, get out now, before I forcefully open!" Maydea widened her eyes when she heard the threat of her father. Can't! The door of his small house, the condition is already bad—if it is broken down, it is not impossible that his residence will lose the door.

"Just a second!" shout Maydea. The girl immediately stood up in limp. His body crumbled after being rested by Gayatri. It had always been this way; so it was only natural that he chose to be an escaped coward. He needs to protect himself, and best of all, he doesn't have to sacrifice anyone else for it. After all, Gayatri would not immediately move to beat her children if Maydea got away; at most just scolded.

Maydea opened the door slowly with a worried feeling. He looked directly into the depths of Satria's eyes in doubt. "What's up, Dad?" tanyakanya.

"Go back ...!" satria. Maydea, who heard this, opened her eyes wide. Did he not hear wrong? Has Satria realized her mistake and wants to take her daughter back home?

Maydea smile. But he forgot the fact that Satria's words sounded ambiguous. Ya—ini because she is too happy. Just imagine you're in his position.

"I apologize to your stepmother—you've hurt her, May ...! I cannot protect you directly from my wife, if you continue to err like that" Satria said with a serious face. The conscious Maydea felt her heart broken for the last time; and it was because of her own father.

"Why should I apologize? I'm not wrong, Dad ...!"

"But he punishes you because you're wrong."

"He punished in this way. It's only natural that I try to protect myself." Maydea sighed deeply, trying to be patient in the face of Satria's folly. The man was blind—his heart was dark because of his love for a woman.

"Don't do it, Maydea ...!"

"Am I wrong?"

"Very! You are clearly wrong! That's why you should apologize!"

"I'm not wrong, Dad!"

"He's your connecting mother! You've hurt him—so have to apologize. I never taught you this. You should respect the older ones! I told you I wouldn't protect you if you were wrong. You were wrong, and so Gayatri punished you—but you instead justified all means to avoid the punishment, even hurt him. You must learn to be responsible!" said Satria, at length. Maydea looked at the father with a wry smile on her lips. He was hurt by those words. His father blamed him without seeing who was actually wrong.

"Dad—" Maydea gulped his saliva roughly. His tongue felt a little funny, but he had to speak it right now. "I hurt him because he hurt me. I'm trying to protect myself. I refused his sentence because I'm not mistaken and then when did Dad ever protect me from Mom's anger?" said.

"Dad asked me to learn responsibility; then what about Dad himself? Expelling your biological daughter at the request of your new son and wife—is that responsible? Letting your wife beat up your kids—is that responsible? You should have read, Father ...! You're your children's role model. To be honest, I am ashamed to have a father who became a slave of love, even to the point of turning a blind eye to Mom's criminal deeds because of it. My father protected a criminal. Oh, that's right! I'm ashamed!" Maydea felt her throat choked. He looked at Satria who was looking at him sharply. When he realized his father was going to say something, he didn't let. "Don't interrupt—don't talk first, Dad ...!"

"I'm sorry if you don't think I can be your good daughter. And as for respect, I'll do as much as I can. Respect is not just about age—we have to respect each other, whoever it is. But I can't help myself if something hurts my pride or the people I care about. I am young indeed, and perhaps in front of you, I am like a child; but I also need respect. These young people also need to be respected and appreciated—not just the parents who need it," Maydea said. A faint smile adorned the girl's pale face.

"We, the children also need to be heard—honored and appreciated for their opinions and choices. Children are not puppets of parents; they, we live." Maydea sighed. The net shines into the sun that will soon sink in the western horizon there.

"Dad knows—I was sad when I found out Brother Gendhis could not get into the majors of his dreams because it was not allowed by Mother. He must be very disappointed. I'm even more disappointed that you didn't let me go to college. It is useless; it is not promising. That's for you guys. But for me, whatever education it is, it will definitely be very promising and useful, because it depends on how I use it. The thing is, neither Mom nor Dad, you don't trust me at all and my abilities" Maydea said.

Maydea looked pondering. Empty look. He stared deeply into the bead of the father who had always looked at him with love and tenderness. He misses that.

On one hand, Satria looked dumbfounded by all the words of her daughter. The sentence is very long. Must be exhausting to say that. But the man, quite able to absorb some of Maydea's intentions well. For a moment, he felt amazed by the girl's speaking ability.

"I was very happy when I found out that you allowed Raka to choose her own campus and the major she was going to take in the future. He's trying for that. Father ~ to be honest, I'm a little envious. Dad wants to pay for education for another child, but not with his own daughter. Oh, yes—do you know that Mom used to insult me and Mommy?" Maydea looked at her beloved man with a wounded look. Once again—for the so many times—ia felt her father changed too much.

Satria turned her face to the other side—trying to avoid the highlight of those blue sliced eyes. "Don't accuse me recklessly, May ...! Gayatri is unlikely to do so" he said, refusing to believe. He looked back at Maydea; this time sharply.

"But that's a fact. Look—Dad did close his eyes, right? I just want to stand up for Mom and not listen to the story from my point of view" Maydea said. Hearing him, Satria only sighed. Presumably, the man began to feel tired from hearing his daughter's words.

"You changed, May ...!"

"I changed? Father has changed! Where was my old father. I barely even know you anymore!" Maydea turned her body. Now he turned his back on his father. Secretly, the girl wiped her tears that were about to fall.