The Time Will Arrive
CHAPTER 3

He nodded without hesitation.bored if we make a regular swimming party.definitely exciting, if swimming in milk chocolate.

not funny, my protest. Aunt Felin must be angry.he terrible shoulder with a cranky, not at all disturbed. dare to bet, my birthday party must be more exciting than yours.

that's what made me accept the challenge, then follow the silly idea to pour chocolate milk into the pool. All afternoon, we they-did a dose that fit for the dose of milk powder and then stirred in the pool.

creating a combination of seminal and sticky that is guaranteed will definitely be the talk of everyone in the class. sure enough, the, as soon as the party started our classmates ignored the food and rushed to the pool in their best swimsuits, looking forward to trying it out.

in short, the 9th price birthday party is a disaster.think of this, a wet garden with patches of milk everywhere, sticky grass, sticky grass, hordes of at-home ants settled for days, and a rubber duck pond that ended up in a dumpster.not to mention the punishment for staying home for 2 weeks morning Arga and I.

for a moment that day, his favorite chocolate milk brand photo Kak became my best friend's nickname.For many years, nothing was the incident of the Chocolate Milk Pool. I'm sure my guess would be correct to say the real price is secretly proud of its success, and the music we've admitted it, I lost a lot in the competition.

''never mind what you want to do while still in High School?'' askinya.

I handed him a cold soda can that was about to run out, letting him take a slight sip of its contents before returning it to me.

'' I just want to graduate and grow up.'' college part-time worker, graduate university, find a permanent job, then bring Tina to live with me, the family from that house. For me it was a realistic dream.

'' Don't you want to enjoy your youth?'' despite knowing clearly the reason behind my face, the price still questioned it, as he always did whenever he felt I was in too much of a hurry to get through the present.

''go to the rave party, make your own Band, join OSIS, dating.''the morning of youth is a series of adventures that need to be lived before maturity arrives.

you know I don't like Tekno music, can't play music, and is too busy training the Club to make a commitment to OSIS, while for the last no coment."

''falling in love isn't always a bad thing, Tin. ''

''indeed, you forgot my parents?''

Arga shook his head.It is precisely because remember, that's why I said. not all relationships end the same. I do not want you to close yourself just because your parents' relationship is less harmonious.''

''you're saying this because a senior asked for my phone number, right?'' godaku, I want this topic to be finished quickly.

''yes, he didn't stop working on me until he got your phone number, tuh. can I love you, no?''

''he's not my type'' elakku.

''yes, you have a type?''Arga loosened his tongue, then hurriedly dodged before I hit his arm.

be in love.

for me, it is just a mere wishful thinking, the concept of love that is too complicated to understand, let alone to navigate.

does true love really exist? if there is, how does it feel? will two people in love believe that happiness is forever?

Long ago, my parents loved each other, were crazy about each other.

I saw it through their wedding photos on the wall.

mama and dress up in a classic modeled wedding dress whose skirt expands the width of the father in his neat black suit.the two look at each other with a soft look of eyes that I can only describe as love.

I get evidence through sweet songs played at home, to the father who kissed Aunt Mama before leaving for work every morning, on the warm dishes served before Dad came home, and on hugs they thought I didn't see.

then, suddenly one day when they suddenly stop loving. Is that how a relationship works, two people who love each other, then they wake up in the morning and realize that the feeling has just vanished? Does love choose to go, or do they drive it away? Who hurt first, and who prepared to retaliate? it doesn't matter anymore, because love is gone.

''sister sin?''

today, Nadia's clothes are stained with color paint, and there's a speck of blue paint in her hair.

since childhood, Nadia had difficulty calling my name. Tin became Sin , whom I gladly accepted, because it was not his important pronunciation, but his radiant facial expression every time I called my Name.

I like to think that my sister thinks of me as her whole world, just as I consider it my world.

''hey, Nadia.'' I crouched down, then hugged her, inhaling the distinctive scent of a baby that was still thickly attached to her clothes and body even though she was 5 years old.

'' Is today fun?''

he nodded enthusiastically'' the ball. The image. Music.'' Those three things are her favorites.

'' good. porridge and also yogurt?'' my bargain, which was immediately greeted by a light cheer.

we had just moved to the kitchen when the sound of papa's car rang out, followed by door slamming and footsteps hunting each other. Apparently, Mama's still at home, not back at the office.

the angry voices that were heard from downstairs were getting louder and louder.

'' is it my fault that you are not satisfied at home? my fault if you always come home at night with the excuse of overtime is increasingly making up?''

your voice Mama blared, contrasting with Papa's slower one.

but no less sewot, high heels mama's shoes that collide with the floor create a fairly irregular sound.

the sound of items on the floor accompanied the increasingly loud scream.I raised because he was in my arms, then carried him towards the playroom.

the only garden place that can always calm my sister. Locking the door, then I played the music at a loud volume, still it still failed to disguise the commotion there, in my arms, Nadia began to tremble.

for a moment, anger overwhelmed me. They should have known we were on top. Supposedly, they thought of Nadia who did not like loud noises, let alone confrontation.

''sister sin?'' he repeated softly, this time his tone was Manyin. His pair of eyes radiated innocence and fear, making me caress his head hair while tightly covering his ears.

Before long, he began to cry. Below, the noise continued.

I don't know since when exactly anything and mama started to fight often. Originally, There was Only an opinion that had long since turned hostile.

misunderstood high notes, protracted misunderstandings, until it eventually becomes an endless argument.

I remember one of those nights when the two of them had a big fight after the wedding of a distant relative.

nadia and I, who were 2 years old, were playing Lego in bed. Nadia looked frightened with loud voices from below, and throughout the night, she hugged the veins, until the commotion subsided.

After releasing the embrace of Nadia who fell asleep, I only realized that since then I had shed tears.

that was the first time I heard them fight, and unfortunately not for the last time.

over time, even small things can spark a heated debate that only ends when one of them leaves the room.

several times the word 'divorce' said.In fact, the two no longer share the same room.family meal events turned into a cold war arena with the clink of a flatware Without conversation, without a conversation, with one of them the trip out has not been a side dish on the plate spent. if talking, not a positive thing that is thrown.

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