Why Should I ?
Theatricals

Nadhira ruffled her hair in frustration. He cried out in his tears, all the things that were in his old room were out of place. Nadhira throws it away, flies off and hits the wall with a bang. His chest rumbled, his breathing felt tight. Nadhira's hysterical cry describes how deep her heart aches. He had been on the edge of disappointment, the patience he had built, the rigor he had learned was now gone.

After finishing picking up his clothes that he had thrown away before having fun earlier and returning to wearing them Kinanti immediately followed her first daughter into the room. He just looked around the room. Messy, and all out of place. Her eyes stopped in a corner of the room, Nadhira sat leaning back and hid her face between the folds of her thighs. Her crying still rang out in Kinanti's ears. The anger that was stirring, now extinguished as his eyes fixed on his first daughter.

"Sister.." cried Kinanti slowly.

Nadhira continued to cry. He did not care about the Kinanti who was already in front of him.

"Mom knows brother is disappointed, but this is my life." Saying seriously. He chose to sit on the edge of the bed and let Nadhira finish her own crying. Kinanti turned her clothes that were very messy because she was in a hurry to wear them earlier.

Slowly, Nadhira raised his head. He looked at Kinanti fixedly and full of threats. "So mama made Nadhira and younger siblings born in this world just for a phrase 'this is life' ma ?" Nadhira smiled bitterly.

Kinanti. He kept busy with his clothes without caring about Nadhira's questions. His heart may have frozen, completely lost its flavor. He knew his daughter's mentality was being tested, and he knew that he was the cause. But his ego doesn't want to know about it. He still thinks that Nadhira only hates Abbas because he is influenced by Rama. And this, was part of his charade for Kinanti to melt and then re-knit asa with Rama.

And that is your dream, Rama, which will forever be my nightmare. ~ Quant

"Ending your charade Dhir ! Mama will forever never come back the same Rama !" kinanti's jolt was a little loud as her ears started to heat up hearing Nadhira's sobs.

"Nadhira also will never allow if you return the same father, forever !" Nadhira shouted loudly.

"Heh, so this is what Rama taught you during the village ?" gertak Kinanti did not accept it because Nadhira snapped at him. He stood up and pointed right in front of Nadhira's face.

"Why is it always dad ma ? Nadhira like this it's because of mama ! It's all mama's fault, and it's mama who has turned Nadhira into this !"

"Once again you call that poor man father, mama will never think of you as Dhira's son !" Kinanti bluffs Nadhira. He emphasized every word of threat that came from his lips. His eyes glared with anger, hatred for Rama is not based because it is clearly drawn in his eyeballs.

"That's better, so Dhira doesn't have to bother to visit you to this very hot house" Nadhira said.

"Before, Nadhira wanted to come well to this house. Nadhira just want to say goodbye to you because Nadhira will work next month to Japan. But looking at the welcome you gave me was enough to explain what I should do after this."

"To-to Japan ? Brother passed the selection ?" Kinanti Eyes sparkling. The flames of anger dimmed instantly. He seemed to soften his voice, sounding a little friendly. Like finding gold in a haystack, Kinanti began to speak kindly to Nadhira.

"Once your charade is done, I'm disgusted to hear it !" Nadhira grinned.

"Sister, don't be like that. I misunderstood you, son. Mama's just so exhausted my emotions go up and down, son. Sorry mom.." Kinanti. He knelt down and continued to cradle with his sweet words.

"Enough ! Nadhira is not a baby anymore, Nadhira is not a five-year-old boy who is very easy to lie to." Nadhira held back her tears.

"Sister, I'm sorry mama..." Kinanti did not care about the rejection of her daughter. He grabbed both of Nadhira's arms and held them tight.

Nadhira's emotions are on the horns. He who thrashed and refused was ignored by Kinanti. So Nadhira spontaneously pushed Kinanti until the woman fell on the edge of the mattress.

"Sister...." Kinanti deepened her charade. He cried without tears. The corner of his eyes glanced, he saw there was Allena who was already standing at the door watching their quarrel.

"Ma, Allena's hungry ..."

Suddenly Allena stood in the doorway and said that she was hungry with a soft voice. No Nadhira realized how long Allena was standing there, did she hear all of Nadhira and Kinanti's conversations ? All those questions of concern came to Nadhira's mind.

"A little while, baby. Mama again spoke to sister." replied Kinanti gently. He pretended to wipe his cheek as if he was wiping away tears.

"What would Lena eat ?" tanya Nadhira approached her youngest sister.