It's Me Dad

“Why can’t you come?”It’s all easy thing.You just come give your mind,listen when i’m called.See i would be on stage,you can stand up,keep in a smile and y…..”
“Stop it will you mile?I’ve still a lot of work to do.Don’t you know that.I don’t want to hear any complaint of yours clear?”
No answer.I just can hear a phone being closed.
It’s me your little Mile,i say it in my mind.It’s mile.

Let’s all different was.I’m the angel of light,dad said that to me.I wanted.I sat on abeach.I can hear some people are inside the room.If i could break the door,then i came in.I hear the door being opened and face i know get out of that room.
“Mile,i think it’s not in the right place we can talk”He said.Dad took me get out of his office,of that building.He cook me on his cars.I know he would take me nowhere.
“Now Mile,I’up got a very little time to rest it should be my lunch time.”He said.
“I didn’t ask you to meet me on your rest time.But i know,i would never speaks to you if i shadn’t come here.
Dad,i just want to talk.To weeks later,i wouldn’t have been here again.I’m gonna leave this town.
He just nodded.I don’t know what the might though that time.
“why do you leave?at last he asked me without a sense.
“I’m sorry i didn’t tell you.It’s about time you know.”
“I’ve been enrolled in Hampsburg.I just accepted the confirmation two months ago,and i’ll be left by next Saturday.”
Four years had been passed.I had never come home yet.Yet,i felt i have nowhere to come,neither dad’s home.I wandered where he is now,what’s he doing.Has he been married?I think he wouldn’t.I’ve been accostumed to live alone,to get many troubles to fall.I can support my life without dad.
Since my mom’s death,fifteen years ago,everything changed.
I know,sometimes i feel it so real,God has sentenced me with that the accident was my fault.He never said that i’m no more his daughter.But indeed,he never calls me my name.I’ve been 22 years old.It’s been 4 years i never met him.But i feel it’s like we’re never met.

“Hallo.Whom i’m speaking to?”
I can hear the way he breath there,the same.But the voice…i think he gets older 20 years in years.
“Mike,is that you my Mile?Hey,where’ve you been.You’ve never called me.How’re you there.Okay.Mile,sorry for being a tromble for you.I’m real monster you think,Mile?
I can hear and imagine that he’s crying.
“Dad,it’s Mile,indeed?I miss you.That’s enough.Nothing to regret anymore.Would you mind if i would be in you side?”
“It’s what i ‘ve expected,honey.Would you come back?”He asked.I can feel now,all my troubles had evaporated.There’s no angry.
“Dad,i’ll come home.I promise,i’ll come home.”


Created by:Duli Asih Siregar(XIX-GEN)