Raluna
Not the sweet home

..."People say Home is the safest place to go home...

...Not for me home is a place that holds the deepest pain that scratches my heart..."...

*Aluna pov*

I heard music at a loud volume and closed my eyes trying not to care about the quarrel of the two parents outside, I don't know why they go home if they just want to fight if they think this house is a boxing ring.

Better they do not have to go home I'm comfortable enough just living with a surti bi, for me now bik surti is like my mother her presence here is enough for me, rather than the two people arguing ahead.

Their thoughts were just work and work they thought I just needed their money, I needed their presence too, they were there but it was gone.

Unable to bear their quarrels that became more, I stepped my feet out, from my stairs saw the papah that slammed the flower bus and my mother still did not feel afraid she remained angry at papah, papah, now I know where my temperament comes from.

"Wah wah his drama is very long yes from earlier not too late to disturb people to sleep know not" I said while clapping like watching an art stage.

"Aluna don't be rude to you as a parent" look what papa is now trying to criticize himself.

"Where have I never been educated, so I don't know how to respect my parents" I replied, folding my hands over my chest.

"Aluna do not interfere in the affairs of the parents there into the room" my mother gave the edict and of course I have to refute hahahha.

"Why if behind any of you go where the cake is, I'd like to sleep you noisy when you're home."

"Aluna" I saw papa's face turning red.

"What reward, what do you want to snatch me or want to hit me Come here I'm ready but that's why you stop fighting or you don't have to go home here" I said and turned to go to my room.

The two adults continued to argue and blame each other.

"Liat Behavior your child try if you do not work ngurusin Aluna which is certainly not brazen now" Agung papah aluna pointed at his wife.

"I'm not wrong because I think why I work, because I'm lonely at home mas rarely come home once mas ajakin I noiseless" with an irregular breath Aluna's mother denied the words of her husband who always blamed me.

"It's your basis not to be grateful to be a woman, less what I'm all that you want to buy I love."

"I think only with money I feel at home not so tired I want to sleep" Aluna's mother left her husband's death in the living room had ascertained her husband would not sleep in their room he would rather sleep in the guest room than sleep with his wife to solve their problems.

In the room Aluna's tears slowly came down, yes she could also cry when the pain could no longer bear her, but she was the woman who covered her weak mask with her grumpy attitude, so that no one would look at him with a look of pity he didn't like that.

"Hiks hiks I miss mama the same papah who used to be" Aluna had a nice childhood when she was little her father and mother never showed a fight in front of her.

He still remembers his papah carrying himself on his back, he also still remembers when his papah taught him to play a bicycle, and his mother who accompanied him learned to deliver him to school every day.

Every Saturday or week they will go on a trip or just have lunch outside.

I don't know when the state of his house like hell.

The sobs began to sound louder and louder covered with the sound of music that Aluna stel the volume very loudly to cover the sound of sobs

Slowly those eyes fell asleep carrying the sadness in his sleep the occasional sob still sounded from his lips.