Pain(Tings)
Chapter 7: Choose

Sita locked herself in the room for a few days. Various ways his family has done to persuade Sita to get out of his room, even Pratista often take leave, for the sake of his favorite daughter. However, unfortunately Sita too inherited the Bima gene, stubborn.

This is the third time in one day, Pratista persuaded Sita to come out of his room. At a minimum, she wanted her daughter to take care of her health.

"Ta ... out, yuk? Mama doesn't want to until you get sick again" Pinta Pratista said softly. Hope Sita opens the door. "It's a special dish Mama made, for you loh. It's a pity if you don't eat."

But what Sita did was only to tighten her embrace on both knees. Burning his head on the knee. Already three days, Sita locked herself up and hunger strike. He was still too hurt by his father's treatment last time.

The initial knock was slow, turning into an impatient blow. Sita took her breath and sat up straight. He knows very well who the perpetrator who could have made the door of this room break down until it does not work again later.

Indeed, after the incident, Bima Adirajada got a project that must be completed outside the city. And so in that time frame, Pratista tried to persuade him. At least before Bima who persuaded Sita in his own way.

"THAT'S IT! OUT!!"

If Sita's tear stock can be stopped right now, it will definitely be Sita did. But apparently, his heart was paradoxical with the thought of telling him to resolutely defend himself so as not to look weak in front of his authoritarian father.

Sita tried to get out of bed, wiping her tears. He scooped up as much air as Sita could, then set it up by exhaling it a few times. After being calm, Sita walked up to the door and steadied her heart.

Dealing with an autocrat makes Sita have to choose two things: obey him or defend his wishes.

When the door of her room opened, Sita could see the tall stature that was in front of her. Also a matted face and puffy eyes from his mother. Sita's heart cannot be lied to, when the guilt of the Pratista goes out in the chest.

"Yesam!" exciting Pratista.

His mother immediately clutched Sita's body that looked thin. Pratista rubbed Sita's back frequently, giving her moral support.

Sita's breath choked as her bead crossed her eyes with the dark black bead of the man standing behind Pratista - looking at her with a worried and angry look - which made the initial determination that Sita had gathered, he said, suddenly shrank for a moment.

Sita swallowed her hard-earned saliva as Pratista let go of her embrace. He dyed Sita's face several times and stroked her hair. His gentle gaze, made Sita not willing when Pratista instead gave the opportunity so that Sita can talk more freely with her father.

Sita held Pratista's arm which was almost at a distance with her. "Ma.." whining.

Pratista only reviewed a thin smile. She stroked Sita's hair affectionately. "It's okay, honey. Papa just wants to talk to you for a second" Pratista assures. He grabbed Sita's hands and grabbed them. "Don't worry, Mama always supports you" he continued.

Pratista walked backwards regularly, making Bima who was originally behind his back can look at his daughter who looked tangled. His heart was sliced because of the guilt lingering in his mind.

It was in his mind, to rearrange the past time and not to act recklessly to this one and only daughter.

"Why are you like this, Sita?" ask the younger sister live Sita.

Sita who still obeys the norms of politeness, just grin forced smile. Even though he did not see Bima's eyes directly, because the fear was still in his heart.

So with all the feelings, Bima lowered her head to be able to see clearly the face of her daughter who looked moody.

"I'm sorry, Papa?"

Like a panacea that makes Sita finally look up. He slowly opened his eyes. "Papa don't apologize." His voice was hoarse when he said that sentence.

It feels better if Bima scolded him for his unstable, dissident and non-compliant attitude. Not apologizing like this.

"Son, Honey. It's Papa's fault. So now Papa is apologizing, right? Sita wants to, right, I'm sorry Papa?"

Because no longer the power to stem his tears, Sita sobbed slowly. He hugged his father tightly. Bima hugged Sita back. Smelling Sita like a baby. His eyes filled with tears, when he remembered that Sita was not as high and as big as now.

His little daughter is a grown up.

"Sorry Papa?" rework Bima again.

Sita shook her head. He can no longer, if his father continues to say an apology that Sita is really waiting for.

Bima let go of her embrace and wiped away the tears of Sita who kept wetting her cheeks.

"If so, don't cry?"

Sita nodded while smiling faintly at Bima who returned her smile.

The pratista who from earlier had only witnessed the father-son interaction, exhaled a sigh of relief. At least they don't fight anymore.

"Don't cry. That's Mama's cooking, no one wants to eat what?" tanyanya, solving the interaction of Sita and Bima.

They looked at the woman who seemed to be pretending to be sulking.

"Yes, Ma. Sita has also missed Mama's cooking," said Sita made Pratista smile satisfied.

"Eat time!"

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The sound of clanking forks and spoons clashing on the dining table makes the Adirajada family enjoy Padang cuisine made by Pratista with solemnity. In fact, Bima has added a portion of food for the second time.

"Doyan what's hungry, Mas?" goda Pratista is busy preparing her cooking for her husband.

"Hunger" said Bima quickly.

He was very impatient to eat his food a second time.

After finishing eating, Sita and the family gathered in the living room. Television is airing the latest news, only making Sita sleepy. Moreover, it was already curfew for him.

Sita yawns again. He glanced at his two solemn parents, listening to the news. "Ma, Pa, go to the room first, okay?" pampered.

Bima looked at Sita. "Wait a minute, there is something Papa needs to ask," forbid Bima.

Pratista rebuked her husband, because in the sense of time to discuss the matter can be postponed first.

"Already, Mas. It's late, let Sita rest first," said Pratista. He did not want his daughter to be locked up and isolated in the room.

Bima shook her head, she did not want her daughter to repeat the same mistake. Just like his first son did.

Sita approached her parents and looked at Bima curiously. "What's wrong, Ma. Papa can just ask Sita."

Bima nodded her head, she glanced at the Pratista who had already signaled that do not say it first. But Bima, still a man who was raised by the Adirajada family, his attitude does not easily waver his stance makes Bima difficult to replace the decision he felt was sure to do.

Sita waited patiently for questions from her father. The sleepiness disappeared somewhere. Moreover, when the ear can hear clearly, the words of Bima that make it turn away momentarily.

"You still want to paint?"

And so, without needing any more repetition, Sita nodded enthusiastically. Eyes twinkling. "Yes, Pa! Can, right?"

Sita waited for her answer with anxious expectation. However, what became Bima's answer again made her stunned for a moment.

"Can..."

Almost Sita will scream and give thanks to her parents, but she undoes her intentions when the next sentence spoken by her father again shakes Sita's world.

"You have to choose. Your dream, or Widan."