Why Should I ?
15 Years passed

Time passed quickly, and Nadira grew up. Now there is not only Nadira among their small family, but Kevin and Alena have grown. The two boys were one and a half years old. Kevin, now sits on the bench of TK B while Alena is still on the bench PAUD.

"well, Dira went to school first huh?"

The voice of his daughter spread Rama's daydream. Spontaneously he smiled and welcomed Nadira's helping hand.

Nadira, growing up to be a good girl, she is beautiful, and so polite with both her parents. His body was slender in contrast to his mother's, but his lips were similar to Kinanti's. His way of speaking is very far from Kinan, he gently and sincerely loves Rama, whom he knows as his biological father.

"Dir, aren't you together?"

"loh, mama has already set off anterin adek-adek yah. Don't you care about dad?"

"ohs. Yes, yes, we are leaving . I forgot, my mom told me"

Rama smiled wryly. Miris once his life, he was not appreciated by Kinanti at all, women who have the status of a wife was often out of the house without his permission.

He was just trying hard in front of Dira, always saying good things about Kinanti, covering up his every mistake with a smile and the words he was making.

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Dira swung his foot down the path to the school. His heart really could not bear to see his father who always looked depressed. She has loved for a dozen years, without knowing she was loved or not.

Rama never said anything bad about him, about his sadness, about his heart. But, Nadira is no longer an SD child who can be lied to. He could see how his parents were. He can distinguish between good and bad.

But, Dira is a cheerful girl. He did not want his friends to worry about him, he would remain as usual despite his depressed heart with thousands of problems.

Dira is not very smart, but she is not a stupid girl. He's always in the top 10, but it's too difficult to get to the top 5. Despite this, he can always make Rama proud of his always gentle attitude towards his parents and even his friends.

Nadira POV

I swung my feet through the path to get to school and on that path I went home.

Ah, the shadows of my father's face filled my brain today. I had trouble digesting every lesson that the teacher taught me. All just go in through the right ear and then out through the left ear. Wuuussss

"Dir, do you want to be with me?"

"oh, don't. Thanks Rey"

"when we are in the same direction"

He's Reyhan. The kids said he liked me. But, he never said that. After all, I don't want to get dizzy from thinking about things that haven't been like that.

Yes, although I heard only from the rumors of friends, but the attention he always makes me uncomfortable. From there, I decided not to get too close to him. I was just afraid of falling in love, and then disappointed. Just like dad.

My feet are still loyal to my boots. Go hand in hand over many obstacles (Eaa). Until I got home, I didn't even find my mom and dad there. It was afternoon.

"grandmother, where are mommy?"

"again away. You keep showering"

"Dad not come home yet?"

"Care what grandma is with her. Come on, grandma wants some chirping out, you're good at home."

How could I worry about him? He'd be so rude if I asked him about Dad. Sometimes I like to cry because of him. I don't want my father to be scolded, but if I defend. I must be the one getting angry.

Grandma does love me, but even more dear to my two sisters. Maybe because they are too small. I don't know

I followed Grandma's feet, saw her she left with her subscription ojek. Then lock the door tight. 'huff, why the hell does grandma always measure dad with money?' my heart screams, my lips smile. I just, can pray for my future in order to earn and make my father happy.