Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 28's. Now, It's Still Really Sick...
Dria's online car arrived at her home. Dria pushed the railing of the black iron fence, paying attention for a moment to her house. Nothing has changed this year, the front is still filled with all kinds of planting media, various sizes and shapes of natural stone pots, and of course various types of plants. The distinctive smell of the place immediately invaded his sense of smell.
“Bena!!!”
Dria shouted to see the man who was the same age as Dria.
“What the he**.. forgive Dria... the habit of shouting does not change at all, shocked.”.
Dria laughing.
“Which father?”
“There is inside, just finished eating. uncle can't wait for you to arrive here.. since back and forth look towards the road..”.
“Dad knows I'm home?”
“Iya... I stay yes, uncle no longer come..”.
“There is a project?”
“There... in Palm Regency..”.
Bena reopened the gate and immediately left with a pickup car that became the operating car of the father's business. Dria noticed for a moment her white city car, maybe not used by her father? Because the car was blocked piles of sacks containing planting media and arrangement of pots of rectangular cast cement.
Dria went into the house, the heart that momentarily felt happy because it was again in this city is now restless again. If you have been waiting for him means that the Dervish family has told you, yes it is impossible for them to just shut up when he comes home without saying goodbye to Mr. Harlandy.
“Dad..”
With a soft voice Dria approached the black-haired man and was still bushy. Rahmadi's father stopped doing the dishes, there was no sound just looking at Dria who stopped about two meters from the father. As the eyes of the two of them clutched, and the eyes of the father blinked, there was an emotional ripple that Dria read. He knew it was the upset face of the father, but on the other hand he saw the radiance of longing in the eyes of the father.
Dria did not hold back any longer, soon she grabbed the right hand of the father kissing reverently and then immediately hugged the father.
“I came home dad.. I want to stay here with dad forever, I miss dad..”.
Dria was crying in her father's arms. Meeting fathers after entering adolescence was indeed a barrier to their closeness, although living in one house but they rarely chat freely. Since staying away from their father, their communication has improved, as regular telephone conversations have tied their relationship.
Rahmadi's father rubbed his son's head several times. Feeling the outburst of love of a father Dria added to tears and more tightly hugged her father.
“Have eaten?”
“Hikss... not yet father... I was lazy to buy food on the train...”.
“Eat first..”
Rahmadi's father took off his arms and took the plate in the cupboard for Dria. Dria took off her bag on a chair and watched her father.
“Wash his hands...”
I glanced at Dria.
“Iya..”
As Dria washes her hands in the sink, the father takes the food out of the cupboard and arranges it again on the dining table. Dria sat down and began to eat, and the father sat quietly in front of Dria.
"Daddy cook or buy?"
Dria tried to have a conversation.
"Become on, rice cooks itself."
My father answered briefly. Dria ate a little and the father did not insist, but with the attitude of the father who did not move out of the dining room as usual, Dria knew I would want to talk to her.
When Dria was done, Dria had not yet stood up…
“Mr Harlandy called dad. Why go home, son? Should have talked to Mr. Sandro about your fear.”.
“Already... but brother Sandro still forced me to come with him..”.
“It's dad.. It's time for me to go home, long time ago I told dad right..”.
“Dria... father has released you for Mr. Harlandy's family.. Your place is not here anymore, son.. you have become the family of Mr. Harlandy.”.
Rahmadi's father spoke with restraining the emotional turmoil in his chest. He had promised Mr. Harlandy, but his son returned home.
“I mean dad? I gave it to the Dervish family? Am I dad's stuff?”
Dria's voice trembled, having just arrived here, she was like hearing a sentence of father's rejection of her return.
“No, don't get me wrong, son.. You are father's most precious child, you are proof of father and mother's love..”.
“Then what did father mean? Dad no longer considers me a father's son?”
Dria started sobbing. The emotions she had accumulated and harbored this week began to seep into her cries.
“You know how long Mr. Harlandy persuaded dad to let you go, right? It's not true that I let you go, no. It's wrong. I have to hold back my feelings for losing you again, because you are the only one that is valuable to me, that's why I picked you up first.”.
“But why dad says this house is not my place anymore, this is my home dad, that big house is not my home, is not it, but I feel like I live in a different world dad, their way of life is not for me, I can't really be part of the Dervish family.”.
“The problem is that I promised Mr. Harlandy, son...”.
“What promise dad? This has been my heart all along, why did you push me away from you? What promise makes dad today to have the heart to say my place is not here?”
Rahmadi's father fell silent. He also had another promise not to tell his son that.
“Dad? I want to know father... I'm not a child anymore.... Is my hunch right? My little heart says there's no way I'm going there just for the reason of working at their company, there's another reason right dad?”
“Nak... for now go back there, enjoy a better life for you there, huh?”
“No dad, my life doesn't fit in there, I don't feel like dad."
"But by becoming Mr. Harlandy's son you can get what you want..."
"Ahh...do you know what I want?"
Dria rubbed her tears with her two hands, not dry yet really wet again.
"Dad has to be honest with me. I went there because there is a goal for the Dervish family for me right?”
Rahmadi's father looked at his son whose face was wet with tears. Seeing Dria's increasingly heavy cries, she understood that her son understood something that became his secret with a few people in Mr. Harlandy's family.
"I can remember now that mommy's message was dad.. They are realizing my mom's request right about me and Sandro's sister? That's the real reason, right?"
Looking at her father's expression Dria knew her premonition was right.
"Why should they do that? Mommy's dead, mami won't sue again... Hixss... Brother Sandro my brother, he cannot be my husband, will not be able to. You know, I'll never get married. Why did you agree to Mr. Harlandy's wishes?"
"Male... That's a good thing for your life, why don't you welcome their good wishes? Every father wants a good future for his son..."
"Ahhh ayaaah... You know how I am. Why did you do that to me? Why don't you understand my situation?"
"Just because I know and I understand, I think they will accept your situation and will understand it Dria. They love you very much and want you."
"No dad, they'll reject me if they find out... Ayaaaah, I don't want to feel humiliated anymore. That shame I still remember well, father. That's very sick... It's still very sick, Dad..."
Dria leaned over by covering her face with her two hands. A certain amount of sadness, a certain amount of heartache in the past brought up again a sense of shame and self-loathing, making her cry of pleasure in her seat. There is a father who cannot do much, who can only blame himself for not being able to protect the jewel of his heart both in the past and the present.
No one ever forgets the pain of life even if years have passed. It might only be knocked out for a moment, hidden in the deepest part of the heart. The carefree carrying of a Dria is not camouflage or a form of denial about her life, that is true of her because of the upbringing and influence of a mother in her time. But about the wound, it could rise again if anyone triggered it.
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