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Myesha remembers when she was a teenager, when she was still sitting on the Junior High School bench. Going home from school to rain when other children are picked up by their parents. It rained for two hours. Because the gate was about to be closed he was forced to walk in the rain.

The thing that makes him jealous is when his friends have been picked up by his parents. Even if only using an old motorbike that emits smoke but looks happy and warm. Accompanied by rajukan why late pick up.

He saw the affection of a father who was willing to rain and give a coat to his son. Promise tomorrow will not be late to pick up and will buy meatballs. Seeing that Myesha just smiled wryly, clasping tightly onto the strap of her bag.

His feet stepped into the schoolyard towards the gate. The rain began to wet her horse-painted hair. He walked quickly after seeing the guards waving so he could walk faster because the gate would be closed.

"When there's a miracle Dad comes to pick me up." Hope at that time. The rain drops his glasses. Making his gaze blurry, no, his gaze was blurry because of the tears flowing without cueing.

When he arrived at the boarding house he hoped there was a miracle as well. His parents were complete and welcomed him, put on a towel and asked if he was okay. Prepare warm water for a bath and then give her warm milk.

However, the room was quiet. There's no one lonely. There's just stuff strewn about. His clothes were wet, dripping wet the floor. She wiped her tears, trying to smile as she took off the soaked school bag.

"I want to have parents" he said, wiping away tears.

He was only 14 years old when he was living in a painful loneliness, but he was not an orphan. Having a family, deserving of love.

"Can you give me time?" ask Myesha. Once again wipe away her tears.

"Tuti always said that you prefer to live independently, I don't know if you're having trouble."

"Dad doesn't know because I don't want to know!" Myesha's tone of voice felt choked.

Now what does it all mean, regret is free. He's 24 years old. Have your own family. The painful past has passed.

"What do you have to do to make up for everything? I don't have a face meeting your mother in nature there later."

Dad's eyes are glazed. With thin hand wrapped in the infusion remove it. Father's words made Myesha's cry even more broken.

After 12 years passed the figure of his father lost, is it now able to return?

Tangis Myesha, revealed all her sadness that had been detained. Without feeling the tears of Dad flowing, his heart was filled to hear the words of Myesha. She thought Myesha had been fine like Tuti said.

"Dad's sorry, I'm so sorry ...." Dad cried, his tears soaked the hospital's white pillow.

The apology that Myesha had wanted, the return of her father.

The atmosphere in the room was so bitter, everyone was silent and there were tears. Until the sound of farts and foul smells spread throughout the room.

Myesha closed her nose and turned her head towards the source of the voice, a middle-aged mother who was waiting for her child whose hands were bandaged.

Not only Myesha but 5 other people who were in the room, staring intently at the mothers who had made the atmosphere become ambyar.

"Hehe, sorry."

Myesha flicked her hands into the air, reducing the foul smell of farting. She guessed this was the reason her stepmother asked to be moved to the VVIP room.

Myesha's tears stopped, she wiped them off. The black eyeliner she was wearing was messy from tears.

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