Chapter 06 Father's favorite food

Even though he surprised me, I was confused as to why he had to ask such a question. Even though it's possible, I won't tell anyone about it. There could be an incident that causes someone to be full of negative thoughts and one thing that makes it possible for someone to experience stress.

You get questions you can't answer. I've been asked that question. It seems hard to tell someone, but one thing is that the question is still stored in my memory.

Although it's hard to say all this.

Maybe someday they will find out what happened after living a life not like this? But as much as possible, they should really get along. There's nothing wrong with trying something I find useful. Instead of fighting every day. Just dealing with the same problem.

Sometimes I was jealous of my classmates' families. I used to play with them. However, I suddenly burst into tears because it was too early to have such a big problem. Nevertheless, I still tried and struggled to achieve the things that should have been in my family.

Unfortunately, I was distracted by thoughts that could break my concentration. Without realizing it, Mother was always watching me from the direction of the kitchen. But if there was a serious conversation. Mother was always evasive, even dismissing questions that were not worthy of my lips.

So, what should I do to get Mother to open up about the problem with Father? Instead of being heard by the complex neighbors! You see, it's lazy to have to deal with them. Besides, there's a man whose speech can't be guarded. If you want to help, that's fine.

Just tell me what the solution is. This is even eavesdropping. Then tell other people. I was angry with him. I couldn't control my emotions back then. Although in the end it was too much to hope that father or mother would be okay.

Apparently, it made me think more about my parents' problems. What's more, it added to my unfinished romantic problems with the most beautiful ex. Even though he told me, he didn't understand my feelings.

Surely you won't let that happen again.

Although I often tell the truth from the bottom of my heart, my parents often discuss the problem. Even though I've said, "Dad, Mom, please don't fight all the time," even though I speak slowly and clearly.

Meanwhile, they still try not to listen to what their kids are saying. So, what should I do to get my parents back together like before? Sometimes my life has too many problems. So, I can't solve the problem in the near future.

"Are you home yet, son?"

"Already, Bun! What are you doing? OH....Fajar, you know Mommy cooks for Daddy, right?"

"Wrong, son."

"Huh? Then who are you cooking for?" asked Fajar, confused as to who this cooking was for.

"Yes. For the first child you love," mother said, smiling at me.

"Then what about Dad?"

"If it's about that, just calm down, Mother has prepared money for Dad. You'll just have to buy it outside."

Ouch, mom is really mean. I come home from work and I'm supposed to eat out? But on the other hand, I feel disturbed by such thoughts. What's more, if it's a problem, just let it go. Without solving the problem. If I were in Dad's position. I would solve the problem immediately.

No exceptions. What else to give an unreasonable reason. Wah.... life is full of drama, if there is something that is not pleasing. Better just tell me! Instead of getting into complicated problems later and confused about how to solve this problem?

There's nothing wrong with me thinking about this problem carefully. In fact, I think about it every day, but I'm not ready to accept the fact that father and mother must separate. Even though I've often heard arguments between Father and Mother that can be heard outside the house.

If that's the case, it's better to separate.

Instead of getting questions from them. If it was just a question, there would be no problem. But the questions were directed at my parents. I can only hope that Father and Mother don't tell anyone else! This problem is enough for them to know.

Sometimes what I think can make someone seem crazy.

Even though I've told them repeatedly, "Please .... never talk about my parents! It's better to talk about something else. Don't let your words provoke me!" Did they go somewhere after that? I don't want to know about them.

I want my life to be as good as it can be... Without any problems with my parents. Although it's hard to say, as long as they change their stubbornness and try to understand each other.

"Oh yeah, Bun, where are you right now?"

"I don't usually ask about you. I'm usually ignorant."

"Yeah, because Dawn really wants to talk to you."

"Mom, can I know?"

"Hamm .... it's okay, as long as...,"

"As long as, what, son?"

"It's simple, how about cooking for daddy?" asked Fajar with a smile.

"Hamm ....," said mother, trying to think of her son's request.

"Well .... it seems, is it too much? Why haven't you answered yet?" I asked myself, also thinking.

"Okay, I agree!"

Alhamdulillah, I get to have dinner with my mom and dad tonight. I can't wait for you to come home! Even though it's been too long since I've had dinner with Dad. At least Mom is willing to cook Dad's favorite. Later, when we get home, there is a feeling of joy and happiness in Dad's heart. Then forget the old problem.

For a long time, I have had a desire to eat with my parents in a state of harmony. Unfortunately, Dad and Mom have a very high sense of ego. So they can't understand their children? Sometimes life is in vain now.

What a childhood alone! Without your father and mother.

Since it's so rare, Daddy and Mommy are willing to eat together. As long as they don't discuss old problems during dinner. Later, the atmosphere is even more chaotic and cannot be made into a memory. Everyone has dreams, and the hope that my parents are willing to make good.

Instead of fighting every day, when will you solve the problem?

"Son, help Mommy finish this later. Okay!"

"Okay, Mom!"

"Really, son, will you help Mommy?"

"Yes. Mom is the prettiest."

Dad's voice said, "Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumsallam," Dawn and Mother said at the same time.

"Wih ...... there's my favorite food, I've never tried cooking Bunda," said Dad, looking very happy to see that his favorite food was there.

"Tuh, right what I said, daddy is happy that mommy cooked daddy's favorite food." I said in my heart as I saw Daddy's very happy expression.