Biggest Decision of Ziva
Chapter 3. Considered Burden

"Left, left!" zivanya orders a public transport driver, when he just arrived in front of an alley to his house. The driver stopped the car, then Ziva went down carefully.

"This is Bang the money" he continued, giving some money to the driver.

"Pas ya Neng, thank you," said the driver and drove back.

"Yes Bang, equally," he replied politely.

His ziva turned around and started walking towards his house. Along menulusuri alley with a width of three meters, looks crowded with children who are playing. Their ages averaged six to eight years. But not a few young mothers who are carrying their toddler with a rag while feeding.

The thing they did was certainly already felt and experienced Ziva as a child. Especially if he is an only child. From childhood, there is no shortage of affection from both parents.

But when Ziva grew up, the Creator gave him a test with the problems his parents were facing.

Upon arrival in the courtyard of the house, the situation was still the same as this morning. As quiet as without occupants. Though the minimalist model house with forty-five types per seventy, it is arguably very broad. Because it is located in a densely populated settlement on the edge of the city.

It used to be the house that Ziva misses every time he was visiting his grandparents' house outside the city. But now it was no longer the same, it felt foreign to him.

His ziva entered the house with shaky steps. In two months, he will graduate from school. After that, look for work, then think about college. He wanted to hold the title behind his name. That was a glimpse of his plan that he had in mind at the moment.

Previously Ziva wanted after graduating from school to directly enter a well-known college through the government program. Qadarullah, Allah wants another way so that he can learn about life into adulthood.

"Assalamualaikum" said Ziva when he entered the house. His gaze immediately stared around the room in front of him.

Once satisfied, he closed the door again and rushed to his room. The day was getting late in the afternoon, Zivanya immediately took a bath to prepare to perform Maghrib prayers first. Because before returning home, he had time to perform Ashar prayers at the school mosque.

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Just as Ziva was getting ready, Glenka sent a message with a share location of her house.

"If this is elite housing, no one goes there. Am I just using an online motorcycle maybe?" muttered Ziva then looked at the contents of his wallet.

"Just twenty thousand left, is it enough to get to Glenka's house? The housing is far away. Did I cancel it, huh? O Allah, but he has already promised him," he continued feeling very worried.

Zivanya paced back and forth in her room while writhing her hand that was still holding her phone. For too long, Glenka called him.

"Well, he's on the phone. How'this?" he said he was panicking.

At the last moment, he finally answered.

"Hallo, Glenka?" sapa Ziva. He did not greet his friend because their beliefs were different.

"Where are you, Ziv? Already gone? The party will start soon."

Ziva feels like crying. The rest of his pocket money was really very thin. He also did not know whether to be given again by his parents or not. He really is thinking hard.

"Sorry Glenka, I don't think I can come with you to the party. My body suddenly felt bad," Ziva replied then held his breath for a while.

"Seriously you're Ziv? I'll take you to the doctor, will I? Share location now!" Glenka started to panic.

Admittedly, for almost three years of one class with Glenka, she was indeed very good. Although not a little bit of kindness it was misused by other classmates who took the opportunity. But Glenka herself could judge, she was not stupid. Which friends are really good and which are just using them.

"No need for Glenka, I just need to rest at home." His ziva dodged, trying to push down subtly.

"Glenka-"

Immediately the phone connection is cut off. Ziva closed his eyes while exhaling the breath that had been restrained.

A message also came to his phone.

[Glenka: I otw.]

"What about OTW ? The feeling I have not sent a share location to him," said Ziva monologue while staring at the screen of his phone.

Then he dropped his bo kong on the mattress with his legs left dangling down. Many times he looks at the phone screen. Suddenly the sound of a car stopped right in his yard.

"I feel like I know the sound of the car" he muttered and got out of his seat and came out of the room to peek out of the living room window. Because the room is in the back.

His ziva uncovers the curtains, he choked when he saw the person who came down from the car. "Dad, mother ... Where the hell are they from? Why do their faces now look indifferent to each other?"

He opened the door for his parents.

"Assalamualaikum" his mother said as she entered the house. Then followed by his father.

"Assynnya!"

"Waalaikumsalam" answered Ziva, who was standing beside the door. Both of his parents thought it did not exist. Suddenly, it was like a slap to him.

"Is it so wrong of me in their eyes?" His soul wondered in his heart.

"Dad, Mother ... Where are you guys from?" The girl dared to ask.

"You don't need to know where we're from. As long as you're a burden to us, it's better to be quiet" his father replied. Moreover, the man's gaze was like a pointed bamboo tip.

"What's? A burden? So for them I'm just a burden?" His heart hurts so much. "I'm a real kid, right? Not a stepson?" the bath tried to guess.

Not to forget, many times he beristighfar in the heart. Try to get out of the uncomfortable feeling that is being felt at this time. He wanted to cry, and let out his complaints. But whatever the force, expressing all the problems to humans is not the Ziva.

For the girl, it is better to hold the prayer mat in a third of the night. Complaining while crying in his prostration. For he was sure that his sigh would come to the Owner of the heavens and the earth.

Unable to bear it, Ziva went into the room to retrieve the bag containing his mobile phone and also his wallet. Then get the hell out of the house. He needs to calm down.

"The species! Where are you going?" shouted mother. But not at all heard by the child alone the puppet.

"Already Ma. He's already big. Later also go home alone," his father did not care about his Ziva.

"Dad! He is our only child. Why do you just take your hands off? Now there's a rampant kidnapping of teenage children the age of Zivanya!" the woman was upset with her husband.

"Allah! You take care of that kid. If anything happens to her, you're wrong. Because you can't educate him!" The man's eyes were bulging as if he wanted to get out of his petals. The look of hate was so clearly drawn from the look in his eyes.

The two of them also accused each other with a high tone. What's up with them? Is it because of a debt that has not been covered? So why not just sell the car they often use? So it is not the child who is the victim of the selfishness of both parents.

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