Boboiboy smiled happily. So satisfied with what he had painstakingly made for several hours.
The aroma of various foods that are appetizing and tempting to be eaten immediately invades the sense of smell. Anyone who smells the aroma will certainly immediately stroke their rumbling stomach.
Face covered with flour mixed with sweat. Eyes sleepy from being too tired. The fingers of his right hand were slightly cut by the knife and splashed with hot oil. Boboiboy felt that his struggle was not in vain.
The sound of the oven dinged a little, startling Boboiboy who was lost in his sea of thoughts. The chocolate-based cake that looked so delicious was taken out of the oven while still hot. Learning from Tok Aba during the holidays had now paid off, even though he had to glance at the recipe book many times.
The candles are lit. All the preparations are ready on the dining table.
Boboiboy glanced at his kitchen. It was full of flour and scattered recipe books.
Boboiboy winced a little. He would definitely get a lecture from his mother if he didn't clean up this mess soon.
Just about to get up to clean up the kitchen, the house phone rang loudly. Running a little to the living room, Boboiboy answered the incoming call.
"Yes, waalaikum salam ma'am! What's wrong?"
The face that was radiant, turned gloomy. Lips that curve up, slowly come down and curve down.
"Ah, yes.. Boboiboy is okay. Boboiboy can look after the house by himself. That's normal. Yes, waalaikum salam."
The phone call ended just like that. So fast, so short, so disappointing to a Boboiboy's heart.
People must have just considered it trivial. But, for Boboiboy, this was so painful. It always managed to make him shed drop by drop of tears that would be wiped away quickly.
Years passed. But the situation seemed to keep repeating itself. Nothing changed. His parents' attitudes towards him kept repeating themselves.
Boboiboy always felt so empty. The love of an only son of an important ambassador was just wasted. The greater the love, the greater the disappointment that will arise.
Boboiboy tried to understand. His logic was clear so he understood. But, his heart seemed unwilling to understand. All he wanted was love from his parents. Love from his parents that was greater than his own love.
Boboiboy is tired. For years, he has continued to feel longing and heartache mixed into one. Tired of lips that speak to show that he is strong, even though he is actually so weak and thirsty for affection.
Boboiboy must now decide whether to stay and continue to survive with all his might or go find a life full of love and affection that surrounds him.
And Boboiboy decided.
He had to move to Rintis Island as soon as his parents returned home.
