Not the First
Time With Dad

Father is a warm, loving and always gentle man to anyone in speaking words.

As I recall, I had never heard her voice rise when there was a small commotion made by her children. He is a gentle person and very attentive to the family.

One thing I never forgot about my dad. He would visit me every night before he went to his room.

"Sleep well, his feet don't shake like this" the phrase he always repeated when he came into my room.

He fix my blanket that always messes with every sleep. She stroked my back with her soft hands and read alfateha while holding my crown. The routine he always did to his children.

According to my father, I have a pretty funny habit before going to bed. As soon as I lay down on the bed, I always shake my right leg like a person shivering in the cold.

So you can tell if I'm asleep or not be read from the vibration of my feet. If it stops, it means that I am already sound in my dreams.

I don't know when that habit came about. According to my father since childhood it has been like that and the more I grow up the movement is getting firmer.

"The girl if her sleeping position should be as sweet as possible, dong" joked Dad.

"Tick his feet, don't fall back on a place like this.

"Why are your feet always shaking like this. Not to mention, if sleep can rotate 360 degrees. Roused this one girl," she protested again

"What if you had to share a bed with your friend or life partner. Kasian right, he," mummy dad again.

"It's not certain that he can sleep if he meets a friend like this" he advised.

I often heard him repeat those words as he visited me in the room.

Once my father tried to get rid of the habit by accompanying me before going to bed. My feet were held by her and gently massaged to dissipate attention.

But it never works, even if someone touches my feet, I can't be closed at all. Finally I gave up on my own.

Father is also a man who is very sensitive to the affairs of the heart. When I disagree with my mother or with my brother and sister, she will not be angry. Instead he will hold me and we talk like friends.

Dad was the perfect man I've ever known.

"If you're sad or emotional. Silence moment. Take a deep breath and exhale. You will be able to control everything well" he said.

"Anger can not always solve the problem, it will muddy the atmosphere,"

"People who never get angry does not mean he has no problems, but he is a successful person who controls himself. They think more about finding a solution than putting emotions forward," said the words of Dad who often convey to his children.

He is not just a parent to his children. He was also the first friend and lover of girls. That's how she is.

"Families have a bond with each other for members. If either of them finds a problem, the family is the number one person who can look for a solution,"

"Families that get along well are families that have strong bonds with each other,"

Until every problem we do not hesitate to confide in him. Like a helper angel, he can solve every problem we encounter.

When my father was healthy, my family was so happy. Father as the head of the family and the angels in our house always provide harmonious family synthetics.

"You're the most spoiled kid, Rey. Eating should be the same, Dad" he said at the time.

"If you've been craving, there's no cure. Must be the same dad wants diem,"

"You're the kid who likes to make gales the most,"

In addition to his son, Father is also a figure who is very friendly with his mother. Many times we see dad making jokes just to provoke mom's smile.

Every night, before they go to sleep, they are often heard chatting in his room. Crisp laughter could be heard from them.

Dad was also a light-handed man. Dad always woke up as soon as dawn reverberated. Before leaving for work, he took the time to help his mother prepare breakfast for us all.

"White fried rice and beef eggs" breakfast menu that dad often made for us.

Every Saturday and Sunday, I also help my mom wash and iron clothes. All he did with pleasure. We were also invited to work together, take care of royong cleaning the house.

"Rey nyapu,"

"Nay mopping,"

"Doni threw away his trash,"

The division of tasks that Dad scheduled every weekend to us. That way, Mother so a little helped.he can take a break from the work of taking care of the house because all family members shoulder to shoulder.

All of these are stories we can remember. After he became ill, part of his body was paralyzed. At times the memory can also be disrupted so it is difficult to communicate with the people around him.

"Dad,"

"That smile is almost dark from your lips. The sweet smile of your voice that we often hear before going to bed, now seems to disappear swept away by the wind,"

"I miss my dad,"

"The father was so warm and so sweet of his smile,"

Since then, I have lost a person I have admired so much in my life. There was no place for me to complain when I had to wound up because of the behavior of my mother and brothers.

I miss the sound of my bedroom door being opened slowly at night and her delicate footsteps approaching my bed. Sitting in the corner of the bed, stroking my back and stomping my feet slowly.

I miss being in her arms too. Feeling her warmth and soft rubbing in my hair when I came to her with the cries and wounds of my heart.

Dad has changed, so has my life that has to be strong because I want you to see me hurt.

Now this shoulder that is so sturdy it is no longer able to support my body that is getting higher and heavier. Now I can only talk one way to my father.

Although he sometimes Hank with what I said, but enough for me to just invite him to keep communicating with each other. But if he is healthy, he can talk like a healthy person and can smile if I tell him about the silliness of my friends at school.

I still maintain my loyalty to the man who became my first love. We often watch tv together or just breathe fresh air outside the house if I have a school break