Hard To Love

Perhaps this would be very sensitive things that I write. But I will try to do.

That's Dad. 

He don't know how to say, but I can read about love from how to he treat me. The more I mature, the more I can feel it. He didn't make me a cake, didn't teach me about make up and didn't talk about fashion to me. However we almost deep talk every night. About hard work, patience, thankfulness and hope. Sometime he talk about love too. it's like how my mother and he met each other and about my childood time. he did his job as father very well, right ? 

Maybe my father doesn't always share hugs with me. But as far as I remember he hug me occasionally. The more I grow, we almost never do it again. Because we live in different place.  We have our own bussines. Sometime, I miss how he directed me when I made a mistake, after that usually I would stay quite a long day. I mad. then suddenly he would kiss my cheek to break the ice while saying 

" Pipih tuh sebenernya ngga mau marahin kamu, udahan ya ngambeknya, jangan nakal lagi ya." 

Instantly the anger in my heart collapsed. and Boom! my tears fall out right now. Oh God! it feels like i want to cry like a child. Beacuse I'm already an adult, so all those feelings are only confined to me. Now, same as him. I don't know how to say but I hope He can read about love from me although I have not been a good enough daughter to him. 

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