
Ica pun tengah menikmati sarapannya dengan mama dan papa serta adiknya di meja makan bundar.
"Come." Call papa Fano.
"Yes pah."
"Where do you want to go to college?"
Ica shook her head, she felt her brain could not afford to continue college.
"If you do not want to continue college, mending you papa married the same child. Than your life is unclear."
"Father.." mama Nivi did not accept that her husband betrothed his son.
"And Ica asked for a reward year to think, this is only a month."
"What's the difference in a month to a year, if the ends are the same."
Ica let out her breath. Unfortunately his fate, because it has a brain that is not as smart as his sister, making the papa like underestimating him.
Ica is indeed weak in the academic section, but she has talent in the arts. Actually Ica had expressed her desire to continue school in painting school, but Papa Fano firmly rejected Ica's wishes. According to Papa Fano, painting cannot guarantee the future.
"Ica promise, after one year if Ica can not be sure the majors that Ica will take, Ica will take the majors as you want." Answer Ica pasrah.
"No, you don't have to go to college. Mending you get married later. In college it will be free, if the ends of the degree you get are only in taro in the closet."
"Pah.kok said that anyway, not his nyangatin his son, even more make down. What kind of parents are you!!" Mama Nivi did not accept her eldest child being humiliated like that.
Especially the one who humbles his own papa.
"Loh.papa said what mah is. Try Ica's brain like Nita's, where papa might say gini. Anyway papa is talking about the future of Ica as well."
"STOP PAPA!!!" mama Nivi was already very emotional, because her husband was not aware that his words also made Ica's heart hurt.
Seeing the atmosphere getting hotter, Ica chose to end her breakfast. The food he brought was still plenty.
"Go to the room first pah, mah. Excuse me." Pamit Ica passed from before her parents.
Seeing her sister go Nita know for sure her brother was very hurt by her papa speech.
Nita also left the dining table. He wanted to go to school, he walked to his room to pick up his bag. When she arrived at the door of her room, she turned to her sister's door.
He also walked to the brother's room.
Tok to tok. Nita knocked on Ica's room door.
"Sir Ica, Nita's coming in.."
The first sight that Nita saw after entering the room Ica is Ica who was laying her body on her bed with her head under the pillow.
Nita approached Ica, and sat down beside the bed.
"Sir Ica." Nita rubbed Ica's back.
Ica who felt a touch on her back, immediately changed her position to sit and now facing Nita.
Ica wiped the tears that washed her face.
"Don't be sad, brother, because of papa's talk. That sister was a great sister to Nita. Sister is also a great child, who has not realized the greatness of brother." Nita tries to comfort and give strength to Ica.
"Thank you Nit, you're also a great big brother." Ica hugged her sister.
He hugged his sister and let go of his embrace.
"You go to school there, you'll be late."
Nita nodded and walked out of the room.
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Lunch hour is almost here, Jordan noticed his cellphone which had no notification of messages or incoming calls. I don't know who he was expecting to contact.
"Hemh...tumben he didn't bother me??!" Jordan Mumbles.
Just as Jordan was thinking about this person, suddenly his phone rang there was the name of the person appearing on his phone screen.
"Ica." said the Jordan to name the caller.
"Hello.."
"Sister.I played again well to the office sister. May? I'm still at home." Without further ado Ica said her goal was to call Jordan.
For some reason the Jordanian heart was delighted when it heard Ica's very noisy voice. Like a moodbooster for him.
"If I said I couldn't, you'd be coming, right?" Jordan asked Ica.
"Hehehe.I don't know aja.Yes I've climbed up well."
When Jordan got up from his seat, he found out that Ica was already downstairs.
Jordan immediately ended the call of Ica.
"Well, that's a kid, there's a behavior that makes me a heart sport." Jordan is back down.