Turns Out He Is A Boy

Turns Out He Is A Boy
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On a clear morning I woke up, and started my day with hot tea that I made myself. Then I drank the tea on the porch, and my father watched the beautiful morning in the cool, peaceful air.


Maybe my lifestyle is now starting to change little by little. I usually start my day just to read a book. But now I'm trying something new, and it turns out it feels pretty fun, being able to do something else.


"Dad..."


"What's wrong?"


"I want to ask you something"


"What's that?"


"Is there something that happened in the past that I still regret?" I asked as I put down my cup of tea, and listened to my father's answer.


"A regret, huh? hmm.. Dad has one regret in the past that now dad still very sorry son" replied my father.


"Is that dad?"


"Dad did not keep the promise of father to father's parents at that time son" said my father who made this peaceful atmosphere tense.


"Indeed, what did you promise your parents?" I was curious about my father's regrets.


"Dad made a promise to dad's parents. At that time my father said that he would show the success of my father in the future. But... before I was successful. Both of my parents suddenly killed by someone" said my father with a look of a very upset face mixed with sadness.


"Then...What about the murder?" I'm the one who actually wants to stop talking like this. But since I was so curious as to what was happening, then I kept asking father.


"Of course the murder managed to escape, and when the father needed help to others, especially to the police to catch the culprit. You know, son, what's going on?" my father said seriously.


"What father?"


"Nobody helped me, they didn't even care. Therefore father." said my father who suddenly stopped talking.


"Why father?" many confused.


"Don't tell anyone about this, do you understand?" said my father


Then my father got up from the porch chair, then entered the house with a strange face. I was thinking that there was something my father was hiding from me, or our family. I've never seen a father like that.


But if I remember it again, I seem to have seen her figure like that. If it's not wrong when you get a message from a rock that broke my window. At that time, the gaze of the father who was reading the contents of his message, looked very surprising to me.


Then suddenly my sister came up to me from inside the house, "Sister! come play with me!" elijah said excitedly whose eyes were twinkling.


"Ah..sorry, today brother can not play with you. Because today I have an appointment to meet with my friends" I said.


And if I say this, Elijah will rebel, and be angry with me. But this time he was not like that, right now he was looking at me sharply. I was a little disturbed because I saw it that way.


"What's wrong?"


"Haha... how strange?"


"Ah... Elijah doesn't know exactly how, but if you don't want to play with me. I will play with Brother Yohan only" said Elijah who immediately went in a hurry while carrying a bag containing his toys.


"Wait!" I said, quickly catching Elijah's hand, "What's wrong!?" asked Elijah who was surprised.


"Where are you right now?" my many.


"Dad was in his room" said my sister.


I kept thinking about my father, and sometimes I blamed myself for asking questions that made up my bad past. I wonder if I should apologize to Dad right away? or let him settle down in his room alone.


Then I walked over to the dinner table to eat my mother's cooking that had been in the house since morning. Today is Sunday, so I don't work, then if mom, today it looks like she's visiting her best friend's house. This is my mother's habit, every Sunday, mother always visit her best friend's house.


As well as her best friend, she always visits our house on Saturdays. Usually my mother, and her best friend always chat together in the living room. I've never heard their talk, because I think it's very boring.


Sometimes, you know, their conversations don't make sense, and often talk about other people. Perhaps it is their nature mothers, or perhaps only men who do not understand, or the nature of their conversation.


A few minutes later, I finished eating, and took a shower. I was preparing to wear my best clothes to meet my friends today. We promised to gather in our town square, and afterwards we didn't plan anything.


Because maybe the plan can change, therefore we gathered first in the square. Then we planned where we were going. Oh yeah, by the way, all my friends are playing together on this sunny Sunday.


Including Glasya.he was my friend who suffered the most because of me, plus when the incident in the forest a few months ago. Make his soul disturbed, then with the support of his parents, and friends. Glasya finally came out of that suffering.


Then because Yaomi had told him the real incident (a lie). My relationship with Glasya is slowly starting to return to what it used to be. I still don't know if Glasya still thinks of me as his girlfriend.


An hour later. Me, and Robin, have arrived at the square, as usual, Robin has come with me to the square on my motorcycle. It seems like the others have been waiting for our arrival, because the distance of my house is the farthest when compared to the others.


"Finally you come to Claude" said Peter with an uninspired face.


"Why do you look so excited?" my many.


"It's all because you've made us wait" Peter said.


"It's better we sit by the park there. Then talk about where we're going" Yaomi proposes.


Then all obey the words of Yaomi. As soon as we got to the park bench, we talked about the plan to play this time. Then as we were talking, suddenly a child was crying loudly.


It seemed like the little boy was crying loudly from parting with his parents. Then Glasya approached the little boy, and brought the little boy to us. Then we all tried to calm the crying little boy with a joke.


We took turns to try to calm the little boy down, but none of us managed to calm the little boy down. Then it was time for Peter's turn to calm the little boy. We were all shocked to see the little boy laughing at Peter's ridiculous act.