Prince Modosa
Chapter 35 (Combustible feelings)

~Please read it slowly to understand the meaning behind this story~

Along the way Farah always kept quiet and looked out the window because several times he had glanced at Keken staring pity at him.

" Don't pity me, I don't like that look of yours!" Farah's eyes finally stared intently at Keken, then threw her face back out the window.

" What the hell! Who loves you, I'm focused on driving." he said

Shortly after, Farah began to tell stories.

" She's my stepmother, my half-sister's got two. One woman and one man. My sisters are good children, they are not like their mothers. You don't need to be curious anymore, that's all I can say " said Farah without looking at Keken

Keken was surprised, how could Farah know what she wanted to ask. The curiosity that was so great was now answered already because Keken did not dare to ask since they got into the car, Farah was always silent.

" I just found out that your stepmother was that cruel. Are you a grudge?" Keken asked that again.

" You know what hurts the most?" ask Farah without looking at Keken.

Keken could only shake his head.

" The most painful thing is to forgive and always forgive again" said Farah, and it kept repeating."

" Rudge?" Farah let out a long sigh, "How can a vengeful child with his own family, I don't have the strength for that." Farah looked at the nan

" I've always tried to understand what my mistake was and to this day yet still haven't found the answer . "

" Dodging is the best way even though I miss my sisters sometimes. "

" One day I made a mistake by neglecting to keep Aisyah who had just learned to walk, she fell down and cried. And I was dragged from inside the house with my hair pulled so tight and painful."

" It's not just physical pain but psychological. "

" You know, even people who look okay can be mentally ill without them even noticing. "

" Forgiving is easy but the trauma with the incident will be remembered at any time" Farah said

Keken felt filled with Farah's story that was so sad.

" Sometimes I think, maybe my stepmother or my father had experienced an unpleasant event from childhood until they had their own trauma, did not resolve it, and then passed the wound on to us through their behavior. It's like intergenerational trauma. "

" In fact, parents often vent the pain to their children. "

" You know, a blood relationship doesn't guarantee to always give you affection and happiness. In fact, the inner wounds we have are incised by those closest to us. Therefore you should be grateful to have parents who love you because not all children get affection from their parents" Farah glanced at Keken who was driving.

Keken gripped, his heart felt warm and somehow the faces of his parents appeared in his mind. Keken remembered every incident in the past how he used to be a wayward child. Brawl, wild race, club entry. And her parents always protected her.

Keken could only exhale his long breath.

Her father was so pampering her and mommy who was always strict with her.

Mommy always says No! when he makes a mistake, and will always punish him in his own way to educate his son to be the right person. Mommy who always has a fierce face but never once hit him and the incident Farah had really made Keken heart open that what mommy had been doing was solely to educate herself to be more disciplined and being a good boy.

"I'm not talking like this to be pitied, you don't misunderstand me. I want you to know that there are so many children who do not receive rights in their families. They're not as lucky as you can live happily and comfortably."

Keken just smiled hearing every word Farah. Keken's heart trembled at Farah's maturity and independence. Behind his cheerfulness, there are many inner wounds that he so closely keeps. Even when she told her story not a single bit Farah shed her tears. He's so tough.

Soon they were stuck in traffic, traffic was so heavy especially in the afternoon.

Farah saw a boy selling tissue.

"Buy the deck knife!" Farah waved her hand, and the boy approached her.

"What one?" ask Farah

"Five thousand rupiahs sis."

Farah opened her wallet and took out one fifty thousand note. " Sister bought two ya."

The boy gave me two travel pack-sized wipes, "Ten thousand" he said

"This is the money, do not have to go back for the rest to make adek" said Farah with a smile

With a smile the boy received fifty thousand rupiah. "So, thank God. Thank ye. May the older brother of his fortune be many and long, always happy." the boy prayed for Farah while raising his hand.

"Aamiin's." Farah closed the car glass back and put the tissue on the dashboard of Keken's car.

" Sometimes we don't buy because we need to, let's just say we share and give thanks." Farah stared back out the window, staring at the city park that was neatly lined up all the way.

" You never know what it's like to survive. With the way we bought his trade, he's getting income for a meal today and at least the boy's not asking - asking for more effort to trade."

Keken's heart trembled again at Farah's good attitude, his heart slipped back. How much money he spends on his woman, how much money he spends on fun while many people work just to survive.

"That's a tissue for you, I don't need it" Farah said

" I don't need that tissue either" Keken said, feeling too much tissue in his car.

" Yes you don't need dry tissue but you need magic tissue." said Farah

"Just kid! You think mine's small, Kenzi doesn't need that. He was stoutly unmatched." salak Keken, he did not accept Farah's underrated possession

"Geez, I'm just kidding why you're upset. And now I know, it turns out that Kenzi's name is him." Farah looked down at Keken, Kenzi who Keken often called turned out to lead to his part.

Keken just blushed in shame.

And before long, Farah's phone shook. One call from an unknown number.

" Assalamualaikum, who? "

" Greetings, who is this?" ask the caller.

Farah only frowned, the caller with a male voice instead asked her who she was.

"This who? If it doesn't matter, I hang up the phone." said Farah

"Look ma'am, I kidnapped a boy's mother's son. And now I'm asking for a ransom!" said the kidnapper.

Farah scrunched her forehead, how could she have a child while she was not married.

"Okay fix, this is a scam. I work back ah" Farah murmured inwardly with a smile. It meloud speaker phone.

"Who?" ask Keken

Farah simply blinked her eyes while giving a silent sign to Keken.

"Don't sir, pity my son sir, don't get kidnapped sir! Hix.. Hix... Hicks..." Farah pretended to cry, and Keken was confused as to what had happened.

" If you want your son to be safe, give him three hundred million and transfer now" the kidnapper said

"Don't sir, where's that much money sir. I only have three hundred thousand pak and that's for a week's meal sir." Farah was still in a whining mode asking for mercy. Keken who already understood Farah was acting now could only shake his head. It could be Farah serving fraudsters, if Keken then he will immediately turn off the phone connection that is not important.

" How much do you need to make your child safe" bargained the deceiver

" Fifty thousand will, I transfer now." Farahs

Keken held back the laughter with Farah's behavior.

"You think I'm kidding!" snapped the trickster, "Then I'll kill this kid, because you won't make up for it."

"It's up to you, I'm powerless because I don't have any money. Just kill sir rather than him destroy this world. He ate a lot of it must be tender meat sir." - Farah joked withholding her laughter. Keken closed his mouth, he could not bear to not laugh.

" Bangs*t you!! " sniff the deceiver with annoyance

" Yes sir, I am indeed bangs*t. Emang sir! " Farah was blown away while closing her phone.

" Huuaaaaaaa, um lu the fat girl Far! "Eken was so loud, he imagined how upset the face of the impostor because of being bullied by Farah.

" Life is hard to deceive people. If you want money to work, "said Farah

" There was also a person who called like gini, sometimes his son was in an accident asked to be transferred, was ticketed by the police, can be raffled prizes. Now you have to be more careful not to be deceived. Yes, if you are deceived, it is not a problem with Ken, your money is a lot. If the model is like me, it can cry a month hihihi". " continued Farah again

Keken smiled back, today with Farah made his heart mix. There was a feeling of sadness, pity, joy to laugh out loud and most importantly he got life lessons from Farah.

And Farah's phone rings back. Now a smile rose on Farah's lips

"Who?" ask Keken

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Note: No parent is perfect, nor is a child. Let us remind each other in kindness. Not meant to patronize, because I am still learning to be a parent. Healthy always all reader 😘😘🙏😊