i knew something was not right, from the tone of his voice and from the messages his body told me. he would not respond to my touch, and kept conversation minimum.
we slept in silence, drove in silence, only to be broken by this one sentence:
jangan pulang malam lagi
i mumbled a 'ya', with a slight nod, not daring to say: i actually cannot promise that, dear
i sms-ed him and told him i was sorry to disappoint him again
not telling the truth that this will not be the last time
grumbling father, working mother
children with absentee parents
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