Then carefully he put it on the floor. I sat down on the floor although there were five bamboo chairs around. My face was covered by my both hands, but I could still see through among my fingers.
Daddy picked up an undersized cartoon from garage, I would rather not call it garage, it was just the room where we kept piles of used staffs. In a little while he was already with the TV and the cartoon. I was really in the dark what my dad was going to do with our TV, but I knew for certain I was going to lose it for good.
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Unintentionally, my tears welled up covering my cheek. I wiped it right away, so my dad didn’t notice what had just happened or at least he didn’t get angry at me.
He in fact couldn’t stand seeing a crying boy. He once told me that crying was a weakness, especially for a boy, though, to me, crying is normal for an 11-year boy like me. He once was very angry at me when I got incident of falling down from my bicycle, I scratched my both knees. I was unbearably in pain, so I cried out loud like a baby. Since then, I never cried again.
Although we had lived long enough in Surabaya, the capital city of East Java, since I was born there, it didn’t stop my daddy to leave the city, where every sweetest moment we had was there. In desperate time, my family and I flew to Kalimantan, exactly in the southern part of Kalimantan. It was a small city, where you can find river anywhere. My pleasing story began here. A new page, a very brand new chapter, was about to start. I didn’t know what the next chapter had in store for me.
Then I remembered my neighbor next three houses to mine had a TV because every time I passed through that house I could hear the loud noise of TV. Probably my neighbor could allow me to watch it there. Then because of not having enough courage to pay a visit my neighbor and knocked the door and said” Could I watch TV here? Never crossed in my mind. So, I decided to watch it in secret. The house had no fences and there was large wooden floor in front of it. And the TV was in the front living room. The door was usually closed. Slowly and gently I laid myself on the dirty floor seeing through under the door. Through that tiny space under the door, I could watch my favorite cartoon though I could barely hear the sound, but I was so happy. It had been a week I watched my favorite cartoon and I never missed a single day without watching TV.
As usual, I tried to lay on the floor and watched through the tiny space under the door. My eyes were searching every corner in that living room, but It was nothing. I didn’t see any TVs. “Where is it? Where is my TV?" I thought. Then suddenly creaking sound of the opening door shocked me to death. “Oh God! It was my neighbor.” I ran and I ran and I didn’t stop. And I didn’t look back. It was the last time I watched my neighbor’s TV.