Why Should I ?
oh, my poor father!

"gold for dong money!"

Without further ado Kinanti directly talked about the direction of his goal towards Rama. She didn't think that her husband was tired, that he had just come home from work, and that he had not had a bath.

Rama, always put his son before himself. He realized, his body was very tired, but his children always wait for night time to just joke with him. From there, Rama took the time to accompany them first before taking care of himself.

With the unsupportive circumstances, still she could speak sweetly towards Kinan. There was no anger drawn in the lines of his increasingly visible face.

"Mas has not paid Kin, overtime money is also not liquid. Patience is yes"

A powerful sentence, which though his heart was sliced said that. Personal needs alone were always neglected, but he never reprimanded Kinan with all his extravagance.

Ah, don't tell me this is just Rama's mind. But indeed, Kinan always bought even insignificant items, spending money on fun and looking luxurious in front of his friends.

"you can minjem first Mas, the same thing about the boss mas"

"Kin, it's only 2 days away. Is there really no money?"

"that's it, but not enough!"

"in enough first yes"

"huh, you are! Same time! Never changed. Basic, ker* kok disease is preserved!"

Deg, Rama's heart aches hearing that. A very painful word pierced his heart. As if floating, bringing sorrow. Rama was sliced to hear Kinan's insults, not once. That is what makes him feel like a failure.

Rama feels he failed to manage his family, failing to meet the needs of his family. For him, Kinan's behavior was natural because he could not give what he was entitled to.

Again and again, Rama would only blame himself.

"today, you sleep outside!"

Kinan, pushing rough Rama while thrusting a pillow, without slim and warm clothes. Before long, the door slam sounded loud in Rama's ear, even the room key was deliberately pressed furiously.

--

"well, not sleeping?"

Nadira, who had just come out of the room saw Rama who was still sitting in front of the television. Her hands, tightly hugging the worn pillow, her eyes focused on the tv even though she knew Dira was there.

"yes ni Kak, the movie is great"

How could Rama tell the truth about the behavior of his mother. There, they will fight again, making Rama dragged and on the stamp of the sheepfighter. Heh, it really takes extra patience staying with in-laws like Wati.

"tubes? Don't you usually have a hobby watching tv?"

"yes Brother, again saturated. I can't sleep either"

"want Dira temenin? It's a holiday tomorrow"

Here brother"

Rama was very enthusiastic about the offer of his youngest daughter. A child who has no blood relation to him, but his inner self can very much feel his affection.

'Nadira, when you found out that dad wasn't your real father, were you still this good?' Rama cursed, hiding behind his stretchy eyelashes. He hugged his little daughter who had grown into a beautiful and kind teenager.

"well, you have to be strong! Dira will always love you"

"Thank you, brother. You're a real encouragement to dad"

"emb, do you want noodles? Dira masakin huh?"

"can. Nice ni, cold cold gini eating noodle soup"

"haha, that's right. Wait a minute !"

Nadira rushes towards the kitchen, she briefly notices Rama before stepping away leaving her alone.

'Dira know, dad must have scolded mama' Nadira's heart muttered alone .he could see the look of Rama's eyes full of disappointment. There is a wound there, there is also pain, it feels very painful if described .

Nadira was eager to serve his father, giving him a bowl of gravy noodles and warm tea.He had always replaced Kinanti, but he was very happy to be able to do that to her .

"Taraaaa, Diraa-style noodles are ready!"

Nadira put a tray on the table, in front of Rama sat . His tone was stirring, tearing his spirit to his father . He deliberately, because it was realized Rama pondered earlier .

"hemmmm, the smell is very fragrant. It must be delicious, thank you son !"

"dong yah definitely ! who cooked first ? Nadira "

presumptuous Nadira invites laughter of the father for him is funny. It's funny, it's funny !

Nadira could feel happy. It was good to see her father laughing. It was good to see his father happy. It was great to see her father smiling. Is it because of him.

"dad not sleepy? "

"yet. brother Dira sleepy? "

"heemb ....Dira sleep first yeah yeah. "

"yes already, sister sleep gih already malem. tomorrow will still have to wake up early for dawn prayers. "

"okay ya ya. Nadira sleeps first yes, father sleeps not nights ! tomorrow I have to keep working. "

Nadhira left, not forgetting he cleaned his former dinner goods Rama. he had time to wash the dishes and just returned to his room.he had a moment to think about his father but, he did not forget, the drowsiness that enveloped his eyes could no longer bear him.

"oh my poor father, father, father, father, father, I will always take care of you, for now tomorrow even as long as I am still given the opportunity by God to keep breathing. this is the time God has given me and for you.