Me VS Master
Better to Be Honest

Days change Sunday, even to the moon. No longer seen Rafa set foot in the base camp, after what was discussed with Robby. Only Vino was suspicious of his master, after that morning finding the items in the car.

Usually, Rafa is always filling the vehicle with goods for a day. However, that morning Vino caught something different, namely shoes and also a small suitcase in the trunk. All was seen when Vino had to take his change of shoes, before entering the office. Understandably, that morning Vino rushed away just wearing home sandals.

Stubborn thinking about what and why, Vino has not yet got a definite answer with his team-mates. Most severe is Vanya, the only woman who was deliberately blocked by Rafa, without any sath said explanation given first.

For this reason, Vanya deliberately asked for permission Vino as a team representative, to return home. Just questioning his family, about where Rafa went. After all, the father felt quite close to his mother, and probably knew.

However, a few days into the stay, Vanya's lips locked to launch a question. Until tonight, the woman in hotpants just dared to make a determination, to dig up information about what continues to be the ruler in his mind.

"Pa, Ma, Anya can do something, right?" reprimand the woman in a pink T-shirt, on two people sitting side by side in front of the TV screen on.

"Why, Honey? Sit, here!" David hit the couch between himself and his wife.

Vanya sat in the middle of his parents, his hair immediately gently rubbed by the papa, who deliberately lowered the folds of his most comfortable legs. "What's wrong? Papa perhatiin, from you nginep here really different. Any issues?" soft David.

"Papa sama deket same master, huh?"

"Who? Rafa?" livia asked, a nod given by her daughter. "Why? Rafa's causing trouble?"

"Not that. But, for a long time the master never returned, had met with Mr. Robby at base camp. Anya's afraid, if there's anything."

"Here, Hes ... Nya. Don't think about the distance, they can't take you! Just relax!" Fathan interjected, though his eyes remained fixed on the ball. "Little down, now you're making hot chocolate there, this thirsty!"

"Well, you drink water, and it's hot chocolate."

"Dimintain help her brother, even nyolot!"

"Udah, even fight!" david sarcasm. "Rafa has work outside the city, it takes a long time. He'll come back later, if everything's all right."

"You don't miss anymore, do you? Inget, we have Robby!" sambar Livia's.

"Hahaha, kangen .. I'm just afraid the master ran away, didn't pay the salary."

"Here, don't miss! If you miss, it is. You love her, don't you?" said Fathan turned his head, pointing at his sister with the TV remote in hand.

"I know, you're always nagging the phone. Wh why? Your number blocked him?" the black-tailed man's timpal.

"Right, you love Rafa?" david asked, turning serious.

"Honestly, no problem. I don't like being lied to."

The woman with the light blue ear bando shook her head, as a representative of the question asked. Livia looked at the husband, then sculpted the prettiest smile.

"Go to the room first." Without another answer, Vanya stood up and left, without waiting for an answer first.

All observing the lethargic motion is shown, by the same woman who also captured some changes. About the appetite that always decreases since staying, and also the solitude that is often immersed alone, while staring at the cellphone screen deliberately turned on.

"From the beginning I didn't agree with all of this, Pa, Ma. Why aren't we being honest about everything? He seems to be carrying a lot of weight now!"

"You disagree, but you don't give me any advice either. It's already gone, so justin first. After all, your sister can also learn from all of this later." David looked at his son.

"Learn, what? Learning to be mental?" sarkas Fathan standing up. "Hell, think again about Robby. At any time, I don't agree!" the ideal, and go.

Fathan had repeatedly refused, when he joined the conversation just the day after David met Rafa. The commotion that had occurred between his parents, forced to provoke Fathan to make a sound.

He firmly gave a rejection, but all explanations were given by his mother. Until an understanding is accepted by David as well that day, agreeing to a family gathering event, where Fathan is present half-heartedly.

Now, the two people on the big brown long sofa both sighed, looked at each other and raised their shoulders. "Udahlah, his name is also a big boy." Livia took a long breath.

David grinned at his wife's hand, moving it up the lap. There is nothing to say, everything will never change the plan at the beginning. David is not a man who easily wavers, when he has dropped the word in agreement. Anything will be faced, even if the worst consequences have to happen.

While Fathan, the man found his sister on the second floor of the house. Right on the balcony Vanya stood, leaning both arms over the stainless barrier, leaning his chin on top of it. Fathan rubbed the tip of his sister's head, dribbling in a paddle, without forcing Vanya to face each other.

"No parent will jerumusin his children. Everything they choose, it's definitely the best, even though sometimes we don't really agree." Fathan opened the word.

"Akh. Only, the sath that I can't guarantee until now, why is my mom equally papa just choose Mr Robby?"

"Why? You don't like Robby, and you prefer Rafa?" ask the man spontaneously. "Hopefully, you can be honest with your own feelings, before everything turns into regret."

"Wherever you are, the one who knows the most about what you are, you are, Anya. Not my brother, mom or dad. Just reveal what you want to reveal, to us or to Rafa directly. Don't care about feedback, because the most important thing is that you can be honest."

"Honesty, will make your life much lighter, bring happiness. Yes, although sometimes honesty never ends the same, like what we expect. But, it's much better to be honest, than to lie just to pile a load."

"You're only responsible for your happiness, not the happiness of others."

Fathan counsels Vanya with a rhythm of affection, repeatedly stroking the tip of the sister's head, then giving a kiss.