The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Aki the Dissident

"Crazy! Don't want me. Well, Mom just died... The tomb isn't dry yet, look for a replacement."

"Kija... I need a companion, to replace Mom. And Mama Lisa, she can replace Mom, and accompany Dad in every job."

"But why should He, Dad? She had a kid Kia's age, and she was just willy-... !"

"Your mind is too far, Kia. Nanda's not like that, he's gonna help me run the company. After all, you don't want to help me, so what's wrong?"

Akia is still upset by all her father's decisions. Yes, his Mother had just died Forty days ago, and the Father had already dared to bring a new woman to be his new Wife. Lisa Widayanti later, he also had a daughter whose age is not far from Akiia. In fact, the other class majors in his college.

"Kija... Mama promised, Mama would...."

"Stop! What will it be, you? Morotin' my father's treasure? Or what?" sergeant Akia.

"KIE!!!" Shake the father at him. His hands were clenched, but still restrained so as not to throw a punch to the smooth cheek. In fact, his eyes were still swollen from still grieving the death of his mother.

"Dad will still marry Mama Lisa. And after that, Nanda will stay here."

"Kia will leave this house, if you do." threatened Kia to the father.

"Whether or not there is you, I will stay married."

"WHATEVER!" Kia walked roughly, going up to her room. He immediately grabbed the suitcase and cleaned up all his clothes. No exception, all diplomas and photos of the mother. He packed it all in one suitcase and brought it down.

Meanwhile, down there Mr. Arman and his new wife-to-be are arguing. Lisa asked her future husband to wait patiently and not rush to make a decision for both.

"I can wait, Mom. Calm Kia down, so that it doesn't become a new problem again. I'm also afraid that...."

"No, Lisa. I will marry you, with or without Kia beside us. He was unstable, spoiled, and stubborn. It won't last long he's out of this house. What he can do, with his nurse's diploma. Dissenters!" tukas Pak Arman's.

The sound of footsteps caught the attention of the two. It looks like Kia went down with a big suitcase of her own without help from anyone. The aunt offered, but Kia refused.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Arman approached him.

"I told you, Kia wants to go. Don't stop,"

"If you leave, you won't be able to come back."

"Udah Kia said, whatever." Sigh the girl who was still full of emotion.

"Kija... Mama please, don't do this. You can't leave like this, you need your father. He's your only guardian." Lisa tries to mediate between the two. Begging for no more riots and all to get better soon. Even if he should give up.

"You and your son are free, after I'm gone. Enjoy everything. That's it, you want it?" kia's cynical look at her stepmother's candidate.

"Engga... Absolutely, Kia. Never had any intention of..."

"Let him go. Let him know, the harshness of the world out there. Work, and make your own money. How it feels to be hard, without any help at all." Mr. Arman looked so calm, covering everything in his heart. To bear all the stubbornness of the princess, which is actually the same as her own nature.

At least that's what his late wife told him.

Kia just took a long breath. He steadied himself, and walked straight to the exit of the house. Without looking at him at all, and without bringing anything including his favorite car. He could only stare at the black luxury sedan from a distance. He stopped the taxi he ordered online.

"Where, Non?"

"Go ahead, stop when I ask."

"All right," the driver nodded at him.