Romans & histoires Hubungan Tanpa Restu Orang Tua

I leaned forward, placing both elbows on the table. “Ravi… if you’re just messing with me or pulling a prank or whatever, please stop. I don’t know if I’ve said this already, but—I have no parents. It’s just me now. I have two younger siblings depending on me. I’m the eldest. I’m supporting both of them through school. I don’t have a job. I can’t find one. You’re not going to get anything from me, so please…” I looked him straight in the eyes. “Don’t mess with me.”

Dad continued and Mom held Dad's hand . "It is impossible for you not to recover when you have nothing to do, if you ask me, as your children are young, they do not know how to grow resentment, when they grow older knowing that you have not fought them and joined, you will regret eventually." I looked at Papa and it seemed to be more tortured today. "I want to be with them, but so they don't know the mess—"