Father

My father is a great man. In an instant he could have many friends; a friend I never knew his name; I've never seen his face. Those friends always take dad to a secret place. Mother said, the place was called death. I don't know the color of death. Mother also never wanted to tell me about death. I hate mom.

I'm proud of dad. He can live and die as he pleases. Father was found on June 5, 1981. Father has died many times. He died to be born; he was born to die. People can only die or live. My father doesn't. I admire my father not only because he can live and die, not also because he is always loved by beautiful, rich, and handsome people. But because dad always managed to make the people he approached be kind. Mother said, it's not because of dad. Everyone will be good if death comes. I hate mom.

Father died and will come back to life if people of my age like to go home early in the morning. That is what my mom said. For this I don't hate mom.

"Good dad. You just made the hospital wall hear more prayers than the temple wall, and make the airport see more hugs, "I said from a distance.

"Of course, kid. Father always succeeds. "

I admire my father more. Now, I am my father volunteer. I helped find him a victim; more precisely the patient, not only rich, beautiful, and handsome people. But also children, parents, people who like sports, thieves, religious leaders, teachers, rulers, rapists, gamblers, doctors, rebels, dissidents, artists, racers, and many more.

I don't know why they were kind because they were sentenced to die. Life is strange. And Father is not strange at all. He is great. He won't let you live if you are evil.

Failed? Certainly not. Dad always managed to kill and make people good before meeting God.

"How ridiculous they are, huh?" I asked.

Father laughs. "No son, their actions make sense. To be afraid to die we must always be arbitrary. Before repenting, we must do evil.

Regret must be perfect, my child. So, if you want to be happy with your regrets, you have to do something wrong. "I kept quiet.

"Why did you kill them?" I asked.

"Why are you asking like that?" My father replied.

"Just want to know."

"Alright, Father didn't kill them. It is they who kill themselves for allowing me to follow him. "

I'm silent again. I just pretend to understand.

I'm not afraid my father killed me. I want to take dad to a secret place. Once I observed my father's method of killing. Truly extraordinary. Very smart, Father sucked fat on his friends' bodies until they only stayed bone; beautiful bones.

Father can split into tens of millions of cells and peek at people, especially people who like to say they are sleeping in a dark place. I don't understand father's intention. Father is naughty. Father said, they were the ones who made my father split. They are indeed very loyal friends.

Return to that method of killing. The average person followed by father will have fever and cough. I don't have time to count how many of my father's friends really love phlegm sports. I am annoyed. They often make me not concentrate on memorizing poetry. My frustration peaked because I didn't know who to scold. I don't know them. Only sound.

I always stick to my father's. My mom? I rarely stay with her. Father and mother are hostile. And I'm on my father's side. For me, mother is a cowardly woman. She can only stay in the room. Her hobbies cried and swore at Father. How can a mighty father marry a cowardly mother? Love is complicated, strange, and terrible.

My Father Smiled. The modernity is progressing. Scientists and doctors find an object that is able to make the father no longer divide. The formula begins with the letter C and ends with the letter M. The scientists said that the object are miraculous it is indeed able to prevent my father from dividing. Cool. Hmmm means that with that object, people are free to go to a dimly lit place and open themselves without fear of fathers joining in?

I reported the object to my father while carrying it. "Dad, this thing is a new enemy besides mother." My father laughed. Not because I call my father's enemy is mother, but because of that magic thing. "That thing won't be able to stop dad, son. That thing is too big

‘The diameter of the object is 1-10 microns, while the father can divide through a hole that is only 0.1 microns or 1 tenth smaller than that object.’

 I was relieved, and then abandoned the thing. Father sad, he cannot find any new edible enemy. In this country, my father has followed 170,000 to 210,000 people and will continue to increase. Father is never tired because they are not tired of meeting father. My father was fit to be a member of the people's legislature because he had many militant supporters.

 "Dad, have you ever been sad or sorry to follow them?"

 "No and never will," he replied. "Can you follow someone who is much bigger than Father?"

“ Dad can follow anyone. ""

“Father is my idol "I said as I passed

My father's friends came, about one thousand eight hundred eighty people. Two hundred of them are cute little babies and whiny. They crawl after father. Thankfully my father doesn't have breasts.

I'm happy. My father born every second. I have a new father again. I went to my mother and mocked her. "New father, new father." Mother was silent. Mother loves me very much. He just smiled. At school, I found my father's enemy. Melon taste. I'm laughing. The enemy was very fat because a friend of mine blew it. The enemy of my father is a good playmate when my teachers are busy making excuses not to come to class. Teachers should be friends with father. They are naughty. 

My father's idealism is very noble. He wants to make this world his world, father's idealism are more noble than the candidates who like to show off their teeth along the way. Father also has more noble idealism than teachers, pilots, garbage workers, artists, lecturers, presidents, ministers, principals, grass, socks, ducks; basically all the idealism on this earth. Of course I know why my father's idealism is nobler because he doesn't need to be paid.

Father's new enemy again. ARV. A strange name and I don't think it's a big enemy. And it's not. ARVs or whatever, can only suppress the father in enlargement but father still kills. Father is very strong indeed. The angel submits to him. Dad has a solid principle. He is not deterred even though these people are competing to enter mosques, temples, churches, pesantren, wihara, padmasana, or whatever to ask for salvation and healing. Because my father has certainty, they go to the cemetery.

"Isn’t my father great?" I said to my friend.

"Yes. I became jealous. "

" Who is your father? "" Oh, just a governor who works just promises and turns the sea into a desert. "

"You hate your father? "I asked.

"Very," he replied.

 "Then let your father be watched by my father. He must have turned into a good governor”.

 "Will it work? My father is highly respected by his subordinates and he is feared. "

"Wow, of course you can. My father is indiscriminate. "

My guess is accurate. Shortly after I told my father, a governor who was good at juggling the sea, began to cough, fever, get sick easily, and become a good human being. The people are proud of my father. My friend treats me to play play station for my entire life because my recipe is effective.

"Your father is indeed a top markotop," he said.

One day I got very satisfying news from my heart. I cough, fever, and get sick easily. I'm getting sluggish. I am very happy because I will soon become like a father. I'm proud of my body being thinner and sexy. I am proud of my bones which have become more beautiful than Affandi's paintings. Strangely, my father was angry with me. He struggled to get out of my body. The stronger, stronger, and dad said, "I'm sorry, my child."

My soul is now swaying on the road. Which way, I am no longer proud of my father. I became lazy to follow my father since I knew he wasn't happy I died. On contrast, I regret having cursed my mother. Finally I stayed in front of an airport. I saw people worried and crying while watching television. They hugged each other. Some of them shouted; sincere and subtle shout.

This morning, I was born again. I was more confused because my father was still my father and my mother was still my mother. They are happy. I grew very fast, then I started to follow my father and still didn't care about my mother. Father has developed. Now Father can spread through saliva. New father, new father. I shouted out of the dimly lit place.

Now it's not just my friends who ask for orders. The teacher also. Usually they ask that their fierce father-in-law be followed by my father. Even one of the teachers requested that the principal be followed by my father. He said so he could be the principal. Strange but True. All of my father's requests were fulfilled and he was not asking for a dime.

Right now almost every second I say, "New father, new father". I like people looking at me with a cynical look. They are not confused. They are just jealous because they don't have great fathers like me.

"Great father?, I don't even have a father," said one of my classmates.

 I paused and said, "Do you want one of my fathers?"

"Can you?" Why not? "

"Okay, tomorrow inject this into your body and surely my father will always by your side! 

"Right"

One year later, he had a fever and coughing. It was celebrated on a large scale because he had a new father. Everyone praise her. I never saw him happier than that day.

At its peak, the father's idealism were realized. I don't know how to celebrate. I just shut up. Dad, too. 

"This is the beginning of a new father's journey. You're a brash child who still obey me until now.”

I just keep quiet. [T]