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The phrase that used to be the benchmark Myesha survived is Daddy loves her. Among the loneliness and want to give up he remembered there was still a father who might be sad. Wishing you to realize that you are lonely and want to return to the way you used to be, the miracle that made you care for her again will one day be Myesha's hope.

But apparently Dad was happy without him, after sending him away. Dad's not sorry one bit. She even loved Tuti and her two half-sisters. Forgetting that there was still him as the first child who also needed his figure.

Myesha fostered a long period of hatred for Dad.12 years counted since he moved to Bandar Lampung and snekos. A child who knows nothing should live independently in a large unaccompanied city. He learned to do it all by himself like an outcast.

The money given by Dad monthly is also often less, he once collected used bottles to increase income so as not to starve. Until he honed his drawing skills in 3rd grade Junior High.

Things don't go easy, Myesha struggles alone to raise money buying a picture tablet. After successfully buying a used picture tablet his life did not immediately improve. For a year he learned to draw until his hands were full of cuts and cramps.

It was only when High School that he managed to contract with green platfom. The money is flowing so that it can eat properly. Once a week can eat well in warteg. Money from fathers sent a month is always less to eat properly.

"Dad thought you'd never come." The words came from Dad's dry lips. Lirih but stabbing.

Myesha smiled cynically. "Yes, too, why am I still coming when Dad has thrown me away."

They shut up, Dad said nothing. Feels like his lips are stuck and. Same with Myesha. Every sentence that has been neatly arranged collapsed instantly.

"Dad will change your money." Father's self-esteem seems to be still held in high esteem.

"Is it just money you're thinking about, how can you change my heartache?"

The question from Myesha made Dad surprised, his eyes looking at the teary-eyed Myesha.

The people who were in the room whispered to each other, observing the father-son closely. How much Tuti was bragging before them all this time. They want to prove it.

"Can you replace my lonely teenage years? Hungry for not having money? Alone when sick? What could change everything?" myesha asked, her tears just dripping down. He hastily removed his glasses to wipe them. His chest rumbled, the pain that had been stored neatly suddenly lifted back up.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick and lacking money?" Apparently Dad still doesn't want to admit his mistake.

Rejoice that everything is wrong Myesha, the ego of the parent is always right and the child is definitely wrong. It was not sensitive at all that Myesha was injured.

"Anytime did you ever ask? Am I sick? Am I sad? Am I lonely? Did you ever care?" Myesha's tears were flowing. Many times wiped but still flowed without warning. Today he promised Faiq to reveal everything so that his heart would be relieved.

At this moment Dad instantly fell silent, his eyes looking towards Myesha with his confusion. Maybe, find where his mistake is.

While Myesha continued to wipe her tears, ashamed to cry in front of the person who had removed her.

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seriated.

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