Secret Marriage (Rama & Naina)
Chapter 13

Rama was fighting with his father until he forgot to turn on his phone.

Brucn ... Brucn ... Bruuum ....

The sound of the ninja motor is red, Rama's favorite color is so loud in the ears. With the annoyance that Rama felt, Rama turned on his favorite vehicle and rang it very loudly. He yelled and said, "Lord, what's wrong with being born? Why can't I ever appreciate the little effort I put in?" that's the word Rama always wanted to ask.

Sometimes he is also confused whether he is a biological child or just a collecting child? Every day is compared with her parents.

Buummm...

Rama is sounding his bike harder.

"Whisper!" Scream someone turned off the engine key to his car. Then, the man got out of the car. "Lo it can't really not ring the bike? It's daytime, Rama. Dizziness I hear this lo motorbike, instead of the softer the sound even more noisy. You don't think the neighbors will be noise because of this lo motorbike?" Gilang, Restu's first child nagged because he felt Rama's motor was noisy in broad daylight.

Rama harrumphed, "it's none of your business. Mending you take care of that boo! I kept dizzy in lecturing him and I was lazy every day to be compared to lo. I don't have any other job than compare me to elo." Rama grunts.

"What do I want to compare with a boy like you? I'm also ogah kali, Ram. I won away from everything than you who are just a snot," replied Gilang smiling cynically.

Rama also rode his motorcycle, he wore a helmet that was also the same color as his favorite motorcycle, the red. "Yes, I was a big boy yesterday afternoon."

"There's nothing else? You had a fight with Papa? I told you to follow Papa's words. Learn right and don't be troublemakers!" Gilang more dampened his emotions when he realized his words that had just been quite outrageous to his sister.

He, Gilang Restu Al-Kahfi brother who is often the subject of comparisons with Rama and is often proud of his father. Not fair, is it?

Rama turned on his motor and started passing the motor gear. "Gue has learned, but Papa has never seen my earnestness. I CAPEK CONTINUE LIKE THIS. mending me to be a delinquent," said Rama immediately advance the bike.

Bruuum ....

And Rama immediately runs his motorbike leaving the yard.

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All along the motor splitting the road, I kept thinking about the incident earlier. There was a sense of regret when I fought Papa. But, the annoyance because it continues to be compared even I still feel. Papa never knew what it was like to be compared.

Papa never thought about how I felt that was always known to be stupid. I admit that if I am stupid, my otaku is not as smart as Gilang, my brother. My brain is just below average and also not as smart as my family which indeed all have smart brains. From small Gilang always excel in everything, but not in sports activities.

But did my dad realize that I always tried hard to learn to get the best grades and can boast of my dad? But my papa doesn't appreciate that one bit, what Papa wants is perfect value, and I have to be like Gilang. Yes Gilang, the first child of the marriage of father and mother.

Speaking of Mama, my mom's been gone since I started junior high school. On that day, Mama will give birth to my sister and Gilang. However, the vehicle on board Papa and Mama had an accident while heading to the hospital.Their car was hit by a lorry. From the accident, my mother and sister-to-be were not saved.

Ramadhan Restu Al-kahfi, that's my full name. I am famous for my stubbornness, a wayward sort of skipping school, often making riots at his school, and also having brawls. And as for my name which is the beginning of Ramadan because I was born in the month of Ramadan on the 15th of Ramadan. So, my mom chose that name. Restu was my father's name, and Al-kahfi was my father's last name and my grandfather's name.

At the age of 19, I was about to enter the 12th grade. While my colleagues used to be already in college. Why that? Because I often move around school and often make a tantrum, so I had time to stop school when I wanted class 2 smp. This is my 3rd school after being expelled from school.

Sometimes I ask God the owner of nature. Why should I be born in the middle of a smart family? Why is my life like this and often get treated less. From childhood, Gilang and I have always been comparison material by papa. And from childhood, I was always angry with my father just because of a small problem.

And today, class day for me. Even though I went up to grade C almost everything, but papa felt it was my lack. Papa doesn't accept it all and instead asks who I am. Honestly, my heart aches when you ask me that question, as if you were telling me that I am not their son.

What exactly is my fault that you want the perfect one? Are they out there feeling what I'm feeling? Compared to anyone, yes, anyone is because they feel they are the best version.

Are they also often upset and hurt when we compare? What would be wrong if our brains were not born smart? What is wrong if every child has their own intelligence and does not have to follow every will of their parents. I was wondering about it.

Honestly, I want to scream and say, "Lord, I'm an ordinary human who has limits to be able to withstand patience. Why is this fate you gave me?" that's a question I ask often in my heart. And, may I be envious of those who look like their lives are okay? Can I also want a family that complements each other without having this to be so, can't this not be so?

It is difficult, difficult to express and cannot be explained. Since I don't want to hear papa get angry anymore, I better go to my friends' house. This is where I am now, the road that I'm passing through to Deni's house. I also added the speed of my vehicle and glided freely through every road occupant. A little chaotic mind makes me reckless to run the motor quite fast.

I wanted to get away from this world, but unfortunately I couldn't because I wasn't ready to die. In addition, now that my life is no longer alone, there is a wife who may be my responsibility even though the secret wife. What a life I live feels different, full of twists and turns and challenges.

My gaze began to blur withstanding emotions, and I almost hit a cat passing in front of me.

Ckiiit!!