My Life Is Survive
Chapter 2 Prize

Everyone has their own choices, including myself, I don't know what I can do to make my parents happy.. when you were a kid there must have been people who showered you with questions "what are your ideals?" "if it's big, what will it be?" "what's your favorite food?" "who's your idol?" and there's more

all parents would want their children to succeed and succeed, there are some who even want their children to be people you know what it means someone who has a position or position is not it? and basically their goal (parents) remains one that wants their children to be happy.

"sister.. yesterday afternoon I said Mr. Fauzan wants to go to Jakarta, but why does my face look unhappy?" ask my sister wonder

"do you know what fatherhood was? you also know that Brother Fauzan is not our older brother, yahh, even though he is a stepson of father, father must remain fair after all brother Fauzan is the biological son of mother, our older brother too. the nature of the father has always been harsh on Fauzan since Fauzan's brother was a child, and it makes him strong in an independent sense" I explained

"sister Fauzan is a pity for us and mother but when it comes to my brother Fauzan's father never complained, you know I mean sister mey, that's what I like" Maesa continued

"yupp is absolutely right." I said limply

"let's give a surprise for brother, he must be happy" I said to give an idea

when I was a kid, my brother gave me a pretty pink wallet, the first gift I got from my brother, because it was my fault to forget to put it away, I'll buy you a nice leather wallet for brother.

"what have you thought of giving to Brother Fauzan?" ask my sister Maesa

"of course donk" I smiled back

"you should give me a different gift, don't be like my sister" I said

"so not a joint?"

"do you want a joint buy the presents?" much

"iyaa. jajan Maesa ration is reduced by mother" replied my sister sadly.

"pity.. but what joint do you think Mey chose? ok??"

"okay.."

we both agreed to buy kak fauzan a leather wallet although no matter how much the price or what brand we would choose did not reduce our affection for our brother, kak fauzan.

the sound of a car coming from the living room, the smell of exhaust and the smell of fragrant Fauzan, I can feel it from a distance, it is one of my abilities, my sensitive nose can smell from a distance..

"that's Brother Fauzan?" ask my sister

"yupp is right" I said

"everything's done, mba Rin?" ask mba Rin

"inggih Bu sampun" replied mba Rin

seen a round table in the dining room neatly arranged, filled with favorite food kak fauzan and also father, they both have the same liking crackers, there is sambal krecek, rendang meat, and also father, meatball soup, potato sauce, onion sauce, capcay and fried tofu.

"Mom.megan can't see the atmosphere in the house getting heated later"

"we just pray hopefully good today and there is no drama, you know your father right, mother has called your brother before to Jakarta"

"sister Fauzan understands dad very well, hopefully one of them no one starts" I continued

suddenly I felt the presence of my brother

"so. how about gathering here?" said Brother Fauzan while greeting mother

"Fau (small sister's call) kangen is very much the same mother, healthy mother right?" ask brother fauzan

"healthy mom, son." replied mom slowly

seeing the two of them let go of longing, I quietly left the dining room..

4 Years mom and sister never met once and it was because of dad.

#to be continue