Rainbow No Color Limit
10 Mother's advice and father's concerns

I don't want to corner my mother by saying it's not good to talk about people. I realized I was disappointing my mom too.

mom's face shriveled silently and looked at me sharply. I've never seen him that scary.

"Which do you mean? you're not a child anymore, so you don't know what your mother's reaction is like, what do you worry about?" the tone was cold, he already knew the direction of my conversation.

I swallowed my mouth rough.

"mom answered, Rain! "

I jerked.

I sighed, I felt like my father had woken up and was standing behind me, but I didn't dare to twitch.

"actually I have a male friend and I often come to the man's house" my mother was surprised.

"who? and for what? " that casual-sounding question is very scary.

I also started telling stories.

"Name Arza, we met 2 years ago, when I was just accepted to work at the restaurant. On the way home I forgot the direction home. I went around in circles and accidentally met him.

He was chased by 4 people whose bodies were bigger than him. At first I only paid attention and did not want to interfere, but I felt that person was in danger and heard from their words, looks like that guy is completely innocent.

Finally I came to them and tried to beat the 4 men.We ran away from the men and I took the man to the hospital.

at first he didn't think I was a girl, because the first time he knew me, I spoke as if I were a man.

but one day she found out for herself that I was a girl.

but really, ma'am, I never messed around. she really appreciates me"

"then why do you meet with him so often? I don't think helping is necessary until you're that close"

"The man lived alone, both of his parents were dead. At that time his condition was very severe, so I only intended to help him. at the time, I thought she didn't know I was a girl either.

we had been good friends before he knew the real me. He often helped me to solve my college problems and even Zee's problems, he said,

I feel comfortable being friends with him because he's nice" I lowered my head.

"Then, how does her reaction stay the same when she finds out you're a girl?"

"he didn't change, when he first found out he was surprised, but until now he still thinks I'm a man"

My mother seemed to think hard.

"mom knows you're strong, but there are times when you can't even fight.mom just doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

something we don't want can happen if there's a chance, do you understand what mom meant? "

I ventured to look at my mother's face.

"i understand, Mom"

"then, what are you supposed to do?" the tone hasn't changed.

"i have to limit myself" I lowered my head.

"Mother never forbid you to be friends with anyone as long as that person does not bring bad influence to you.

I don't care if there will be slander because of the problems in you, but what I'm worried about is the thing that becomes slander that turns into reality.

I don't care what people say about you. People never understand anything about you." Mom was silent for a moment.

"now I'm asking, if your friends are bothering you, can you fight them? do you have the heart to make them paralyzed like people who harass your sister? like the one that bothers your sister? or like an upperclassman harassing you?

or even like a thief who walked into your sister's room? can you do all that?" mother's question seemed to represent her disappointment, her eyes glazed over.

I wanted to say a word but my mother sighed first.

"maybe you're overreacting, but you're just worried about your daughter. As strong as you are but you have to take care of yourself, you can't challenge the storm to drown you.

I'm not prejudiced against your friend, but he's also a man. Mother's words are not just for the man, but for all your male friends."

Mom sighed, she looked claustrophobic.

"sorry Rain, ma'am, I made my mother worried and sad, I've let her down"

Mother shakes.

"you don't have to apologize because it's appropriate that I worry about you. If you care about me, you have to care and take care of yourself more than we take care of you"

"Yes, Mom, I'll take care of myself"

My mom looks relieved.

I felt a pat on my shoulder.

I looked up and saw my father smiling at me.

"Father wants to talk to you, but before you want to talk first with mom. You can love us time right? "

I nodded and left them.

I didn't really leave, I wanted to know what my parents were talking about.

"did mom feel relieved? " he heard my father's voice, I didn't hear my mother's answer.

"we are both worried but for different reasons" said the father.

"did you also think Rain wasn't like a girl his age? or even unlike a woman, "sounds the sound of the father's breath.

"have long since you worried about his sexual condition Rain, maybe you exaggerate if you consider him deviant, you know,

but honestly, I was very worried about him. Judging from his habits, he never showed that he was a woman, she said,

even he often met other people with a male voice."

Rain beat up her upperclassmen because her upperclassmen dared to touch her thighs. Mother until the stress of the problem was brought to the path of the law.

and after that even Rain shut himself off from others."

I heard the breath from my father.

"yes. maybe you are too worried, sorry Mr. Yes, Mom married to me turned out to make you difficult"

"Sir..k said it even in that direction anyway.this has nothing to do. whatever happened I never regret marrying you and I am happy to have children like them"

They were silent, I faintly heard the sound of tahrim reverberating. I went slowly to my room.

O Allah... What should my attitude be towards my parents? is the attitude I've been taking right?

I don't want to be like most women, it's just that the more feminine I look, the more runyam my life will be.

I used to wear the hijab, I tried to wear it to cover my aura and also to limit my rude attitude,

but I got a treatment that disgusted me. I almost massacred that person right then. both my parents at that time did not know, but both my brothers witnessed my brutal action.

forgive me, God...

Maybe my rude nature that often makes trouble is the reason we often move places to avoid problems.

I really made my family difficult...

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I'm getting ready for college, I'm waiting for Zee. Father and Bang Arka were seen preparing for work.

"Wheel! " The father called me.

I got off the bike and approached the Father who was sitting on the porch seat.

"yes, what's up, sir. "

"Father wants to share a secret with you" he said in a whisper.

"what, Sir? "

"have you ever heard of the 'family care group' around us? "

"no, sir" what does that mean?

"your mother is one of its members" the smiling father saw my confused expression...

"about your mother talking about people's children yesterday, actually your mother didn't really do that... "

obviously I was surprised, then what exactly happened? obviously what I heard like that yesterday.

"mother and her five friends built a group about 10 months ago.Mom and her friends already trust each other and agree to solve problems in their children together.

each member is given their own duties. father can not tell everyone with his duties.but you should know, your mother already knows the closeness of you and your boyfriend before you tell.

what you know among them is there in charge of spying.you do not misunderstand them.they just want to take care of their children and avoid some possibilities that may occur.

maybe for some people, your mother and her friends are weird and exaggerated, but it's their attempt to take care of the people they care about.

you don't tell your mother that the father told you, this is their secret.You just know recently. "the father whispered because he heard the sound of footsteps.

I'm just stunned...

uh huh? is this to be trusted?

what did mom say yesterday just to provoke my honesty?

past already, there was nothing else in my head.

I'm just dumbass...

who would have thought my mother could do that?

do I have to give my mom four thumbs up?

I'm guilty of assuming my mother likes a gibah, I'm sorry....

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the one passing through my head...

because my life is flat and the conflict I've been through is a common and common problem...

then this is all I can say.....

sorry for the unclear story...

that's all I had in my brain😭😭😭

greetings from yuya.....