After a few days, my father's close friends at the office, three people came to the house. I know them very well, even though they wear full face masks and gloves. They were about to meet papa, but papa didn't want to come out of the room. As if they were in a hurry to leave the house, spraying liquid from a small bottle that looked like Papa's perfume bottle, on their hands and feet. In front of the gate, let's call it Om Raka Siska, dad's closest friend, advised not to be near daddy before there were laboratory results from the hospital. I just nodded. Spontaneously I ran towards too Om Raka, but he instead moved away while stabbing the gas on his motorbike.
Friends around my house are far away. There is fear every time they look at me. I tried calling and playing as usual, but they instead ran into the house and locked the door. Neighbors who often play cards with papa are even like that, at this point their door and fence are tightly locked and have fled to another place. In the morning, I only looked at my friend who was escorted by his father to school from the gap in the window curtain.
That dawn, I was surprised to wake up. Siren-free ambulances with flashing lights entered the yard. Some people dressed in white like astronauts moved quickly and entered the house. From the gap in the door I saw several masked and fully clothed policemen with guns in hand in the yard. papa was picked up somewhere. Papa is fine dear. Take care of mom and brother. Don't be naughty, papa will definitely come home, "that's all that came out of papa's mouth a moment later mom disappeared behind the ambulance door. I didn't feel my tears flowing without a sound.
The next day papa called and asked me to tell a story. I refuse. Mama opened the loudspeaker of her cellphone and from a distance I heard Daddy asking if I had eaten or not. I just nodded as a sign that I had eaten. Every day papa calls via video calls saying that papa is fine, even showing papa's bed in the hospital. Papa always told me not to worry and panic. Papa assured me that in the isolation place there were medical personnel who were diligently looking after and caring for Mom.
Thank you for uncle and aunt who have looked after and cared for papa all this time. I know that papa is very strong and will definitely come home. I also hope that all parties work together well so that papa and papa's friends who are temporarily isolated get well soon and return to their respective homes. I also hope that all readers keep their distance, wear masks as recommended so that no more of my peers will experience a fate like me. Don't punish us anymore. We also don't want our family situation to be like this. Every night I keep praying for papa to get well soon and go home. Papa don't worry, we are still strong at home.
Today I heard that one Covid-19 patient, my father's friend, was called home. But I'm not worried. Because I believe, God is with papa. Every day we pray for papa. Since papa left, mama vacated a room, especially for the prayer room. Apart from praying together, I often saw Mom praying alone until she fell asleep.
I also pray that his spirit will be accepted by God. I hope all parties can work together so that this disaster will quickly pass from our territory.
"Pa, come home, I miss ... I want to hug you like you used to again".
Greetings from your child who is imprisoned longing for our home.
==My fictional story==
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