Waiting for a Girl
55 ~An Awaiting A Girl~
The altar had been in the child's room for an hour. Ataar was really happy to see his papa. Her tears kept flowing.
His father read various letters of the Quran.
Ataar said slowly. "Papa" he said almost inaudibly.
Feeling that his son was always watching him, the man looked up.
Ataar smile. The door was opened, a doctor and a nurse accompanied the doctor.
The altar went out of the way to let the doctor examine Ataar.
The doctor removed Ataar's breathing apparatus. "It's getting better."
After examining Ataar, the doctor came out of the room.
"Papa" said Ataar slowly. "Papa."
Ataar was silent for a moment when his father did not respond to his words. He squeezes the bed sheet.
"Ja-ngan hit Ataar." Ataar crossed his hands so that the Altar turned its head. "Sickness, pah. Don't hit Ataar," cried Ataar for some reason. The man was afraid of being beaten. The altar did not touch him at all.
"Ataar," call the Altar. Ataar shook his head loudly, he did not tell the man to come forward.
"Badan Ataar is sick, don't hit Ataar again." The man was crying and shaking. The one he saw right now his papa was holding a lash in his hand.
"Please, let Ataar recover first. Ataar's body is still sick, if you want, wait for Ataar to heal ya." Ataar's voice was persuading.
Ataar shifted his body, he almost fell, but quickly Altar hugged his son.
"Papa."
"Yes, sorry papa. Son," said the Altar. Ataar hit his own head making the Altar stop his son.
"Ataar is not a dream? Ataar used to dream of gini. So Ataar doesn't want to cheat anymore."
"You're not dreaming, it's real, son."
The deg!
'Son' The word he always waited for came out of his papa's mouth.
"Don't lie."
"Papa's not lying." The altar grabbed his son's hand and kissed him.
Ataar held his papa hand which had many wet scars.
"Papa?"
Altar. "Hand this is what makes you like this. Sorry Papa, maybe this isn't enough with how you feel." The altar grabbed the knife on the nightstand, and had his son slice his hand.
With trembling hands, Ataar threw the knife and hugged his father.
"I love Papa, I want to be in Papa's hug."
The heart of the Altar was again crowded when Ataar said the word 'hug' The word was often heard when Ataar was a child. Every time he came home from work, he would run asking him for a hug. However, instead of getting a hug he even got a slap and cold water splashed on his body.
Fallback!
"Papa, want to hug," cried Little Ataar as he jumped up and down in excitement, stretching out his arms.
Plaque!
"Don't expect you to get a hug from me!" the Altar squatted down and pinched hard on Chubby Ataar's cheeks.
Ataar smile. She thought her papa loved her, for pinching her cheek. She often saw her brother being treated like that. The difference when doing it on Fisha, Altar is very soft different at this time is very hard and rough.
"Thank you, Papa," cried Ataar hugging his papa. However, it was pushed so hard by the Altar that Ataar fell backward.
Ataar grimaced, his papa climbing the stairs. He held the back of his bumped waist on the side of the sofa.
"I'm in Papa's arms, but why is he stripping me? Do I stink? But no papa, the important thing is Ataal knows how his language in papa's hug." The 6-year-old boy smiled.
"Every night Papa hit my arm, it was buk gulu nanya his hand why. I said fall. Afraid of buk gulu instead."
Dinner arrives, Ataar is in the lock in the room. Just give me a piece of bread.
Brak!
The altar pushed hard on that small body. Until it slips backwards.
"Eat or take?"
"But Ataal hasn't eaten since Papa, Papa didn't feed Ataal. Ataal lapal's."
Plaque!
The altar slapped very hard on that white cheek.
"Why is Papa tampal Ataal? Why is Papa slapping Ataal every day?"
Brak!
The altar locked the room.
Inside, Ataar held his aching stomach. Her father really did not give her food that made her full.
Chequek!
The door opened again, making the little boy look. It turns out his brother with a piece of rice and chicken soy sauce favorite of the sister.
"Let's eat" said Fisha. He demanded his sister sit on the couch.
Ataar sparkled, and devoured the food given by Fisha.
Fisha looked at her sister so deeply. A mening fell on his cheek, he hastily removed it.
Fisha was surprised when her father came. And throw the plate in Ataar's seat.
Ataar who ate, looked up. Fisha stood up and lowered her head.
"Who told Fisha to feed him?" ask Altar.
Fisha lowered her head while playing her hand. "Ataar hasn't eaten yet. He is also hungry Apah, Ataar man is not a puppet, he can also be hungry, anyways why if Fisha gives sister Fisha to eat? There is plenty of food on the table. Pity if not eaten," explained Fisha dare.
He pulled his sister. He's not afraid of being hit, because it won't be possible. His father won't hit him, but he'll hit Ataar.
"Father!" scream Fisha. "I hate Papa, if Papa hits Fisha's sister, Fisha hates Papa." Fisha hugged her sister tightly.
Altar unbending her intention, she lowered her hand back and walked out of the room.
Fisha wiped away Ataar's tears. "You still want to eat? Brother takein again? Yes wait!" Fisha wanted to leave from there, but her wrist was held.
"Don't, I'm full, brother. Brother is here," pinta Ataar.
"Sister, don't you love Ataal? Why does Papa hit Ataal so often? Ataal did nothing wrong."
"Dear father, kok, same Ataar," lied Fisha.
The Fallback
"Finally the list I embodied," Ataar murmured inwardly. This was what he had been waiting for since getting a hug from his papa. "Full-hearted papa? Papa wasn't forced, was he?"
The altar hurriedly shook its head. "Full father, sincere truth. Not forced," replied the Altar. "Your list is realized, do you want to make Papa's request come true?"
Ataar let go of his embrace. "Will Ataar go? Ataar will realize Papa's wish, Ataar will go far."
Altar. "No! It's not that."
"Keep what?" ask Ataar.
"You're healed, papa wants you healed" replied the Altar.
Ataar was silent for a moment. "Ataar tired, pah. Can Ataar deny Papa's wishes this time? Ataar is really tired."
Altar was silent a thousand languages, he regretted doing it to the child. He's really sorry.
"You can't deny Papa's wishes, Papa has completed your list, right? So complete the Papa list too."
"Papa's out, you gotta rest." After saying that, the Altar took off her sterile clothes and walked out of the room.
Ataar looked at his papa who came out of the room. "Ataar does not promise, Ataar is tired. Ataar's disease can't be cured."