Pain(Tings)
Chapter 23: Release

Sita is back. His attitude is not much different from the circumstances of the past tempo, but does not make many people nervous anymore. They acted as usual with Sita. After all, Sita's current attitude, better than her attitude at that time. He was, just more quiet.

Despite being locked up in the room, Sita did not let the negative effects of her heartbreak make her lose control. It won't! He vented all his feelings for her to pour in an abstract painting. She vented all the colors she had scratched on the canvas. When she finished, Sita smiled with satisfaction. His feelings are more relieved than before.

Sita returned to her clothes. The summer holidays are almost over. He was grateful because at least, in a long period of time, he would be back preoccupied with many college tasks. He should be able to minimize his sadness. After finishing struggling with his preparations, Sita went to the dining room, where her parents were starting their breakfast.

"Morning," said Sita as possible.

Although astonished by his daughter's behavior, Pratista still returned with a graceful smile. "Again, Sita."

Bima glanced at the mere princess of the puppet. He breathed heavily. "Breakfast, Ta," he remembers.

Sita nodded. "It's also will, Pa."

Bizarrely. Sita's much calmer attitude even made her worry more about Sita. Because, three days ago, Sita really silenced the house. But not ignoring it seriously. He just looks like a talk strike.

The atmosphere of the twang of the spoon that collides with the plate, does not eliminate the solemnity at breakfast. Both of his parents were finished. They seemed to mafhum with Sita's behavior, so they did not immediately move from their seats even though they had finished breakfast.

"So?" Pratista looked at Sita with concern. Although his ripples were covered by his already ingrained flat face.

Sita cleared awkwardly. It's not usually that he's going this big. "We'll be home soon to Grandma's house to go to college" he explained. Sita deliberately emphasized the word "return" hoping that even a speck of her hope of the father's decision could be refuted. At a minimum, Bima allows him to move majors to fields that are indeed Sita's passion.

"Oh, kirain fuck. When are you leaving?"

The response from Bima did not match his estimate. He thought, Bima tried to cancel her intention last time about the sudden matchmaking or at least comfort Sita by offering other options so that Sita can move majors.

"Later in the afternoon" he said lazily.

"With Hideki?" chirps Pratista.

Sita's stunned. If he brags or shakes, everything remains the same for Sita. "Yes ..." that's it."

"It's good that way. Papa be calm if you have a friend later."

Choicet. Sita sneered in her heart. Again he had to swallow the disappointment of a response he should never have expected. It doesn't hurt to try, does it? Sita tried to suggest that everything would be fine. He twisted his hands over his thighs and wet his lips in nervousness.

Pratista who was sitting beside Sita noticed the nervous ripples she had already understood. "Is there anything else you want to say?" guess it.

Sita nodded slowly. As he confirmed that his heartbeat had gone normally, he was finally able to call out his plea. "May Sita move majors?" ask her slowly.

Sita began to imagine her papa about to hit the table or display her tantrums. He also thought that his mother would judge him with spicy words. In the end Sita still thinks, if her parents will leave Sita who will later cry bitterly.

"Why should I transfer majors now? To the art department?"

Sita can only bow down. The intimidating aura of Bima shrunk her guts. Again Sita exhaled her upset breath.

"We've talked about this before, Sita. You have chosen your own decision at that time," explained Bima.

Yes, even that because of the force!

It was very desirable for Sita to squeal that to Bima. But it's gonna end badly for him.

Pratista looked at Sita with worry. Even though she had always been considered a bad mother to Sita, which strong mother saw her daughter grieve? He looked at the husband. "Already, Mas. Don't be so hard on Sita. Anyway, just give him a chance to paint again. At least it can be a little comforting to him," he persuaded.

Bima frowned. He stared disapprovingly at his wife's decision. "Good, could! It will only end in vain, Tista!"

Pratista nodded slowly. She herself understood the lara that was still attached to her husband's heart. He feels the same. "But, Mas ..."

"Pratistas! Don't make me go berserk here!" reprimand Bima and leave the dining room.

Pratista was disappointed. It was very difficult to persuade her husband. But he also could not bear to see his daughter continued to fall. At least he should cheer her up.

"Sita?" call him.

Sensing her name being called after the quarrel, Sita turned to her mother. Pratista is still like a twenty-year-old woman with a tiny face baby face. He almost touched the end of three heads. "Yes, Ma?"

"Would you try painting again?"

Sita's eyes were wide. His rhythm is fast. He blinked his eyes in disbelief at his mother's proposal. "If, yes, will you help?"

The nod from Pratista as well as the fleeting smile she showed Sita, made Sita immediately embrace her mother affectionately. His voice began to be heard by his mother. "Hands really want to paint, Ma," whined Sita in his mother's arms.

Pratista returned Sita's embrace. His heart was also pinched because he saw his son who struggled to achieve his dream. "Do you want to help me paint again?"

Of course the offer will not be wasted. With high enthusiasm and enthusiasm, Sira's eyes sparkled brightly towards Pratista. "That's so!" Like the smile that Sita showed after so many days her face was always bent with sadness, today the cheerful ripples were plastered clearly.

Pratista rubbed Sita's head gently. "All right, you calm down. Mama will do your favor."

Since the words of Pratista, Sita finally knew the definition of gratitude for having Pratista as her mother. While from a distance that is not far adrift, Bima witnessed the sight of the two women who are so loved with a haru smile. His eyes shed tears, and then he immediately removed them.

"I'm sure you can actually make us proud. You just have to fight harder" he said. Then Bima's attention turned to cell phones and typing messages on her confidants.