Father - My Patriot | Part 1 (My Maynia #1) || Maynia -- Day Eight! Prompt Shattered glass

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"What do I call him? Sir or Father?" I asked my brother.

"Call him sir if you don't like calling him father in school" he replied.

"You call him father?"

"I call him sir".

The footsteps growing louder as father entered our room and sat beside us. He started with his routine bedtime stories for me, my brother found this stupid with no surprise as he was in class ten. He began narrating the continued part of the lone warrior story who never get confused on choosing good from the evil.

The bright light flashes, and it was 7 am, time to get ready for the school. I hardly remember when I fell asleep, the last thing I hear was the warrior found his old friend in the stormy desert.

"It's 7.15, are you going to school or not?" Mom's shouts furiously.

"I am taking shower mom".
"Come down quickly for breakfast, your father is waiting".
"Just two minutes mom".

My mom is like that, she sometimes yells at me but she is sweet and kind-hearted. I ran directly towards the kitchen and sat on my table, while my brother doesn't even care to have a glance. I imagine Zoya has done her part, another sad romantic story for this Romeo.

"Why you're late?" Sipping the tea, Father asked.
"The tap was not working properly Father, the flow of the water was very slow". I answered hurriedly.
"Finish your breakfast, we're getting late". He added as if he has listened this excuse thousand of times.
"Hmm," I said.

The storekeeper uncle came to our house to take the cock for their Kopili festival, a festival which a very few families celebrate and I hate it. Why sacrifice a speechless animal just in the name of some fest? The storekeeper Uncle went outside, I could hear the cock squealing. As my mom was very excitingly counting the notes, I asked, " How much"?

"650 rs." She smiled.

The poor cock was worth only 650 rupees if I had the chance I would be never selling him but who listens to a child of fourth standard.

I rapidly finished my breakfast, as if I was hungry for decades. The rest of the leftover I slowly passed on to my cat as I was an expert on it. I got up, washed my hands and rushed towards the main gate grabbing my school bag. As I was about to hop into my father's scooter, mom hurriedly rushed towards the door, unzipped my school bag and entered the tiffin box.

We then smilingly bade her and raced towards the school.

Our school - A.V.C Public high school, even if it was the government, the school has an immense reputation in producing quality matriculation results. This being the reason the maximum of people's sons and daughters are studying in this school, doesn't matter if rich or poor. The poor had seriously benefitted while the rich think that the poor don't deserve it.

We reached school after 30 minutes of the drive, 10 minutes more than usual, where my brother had reached earlier like every other day. We would have crossed him if father wouldn't have stopped there to talk with the villagers for the reason for the shattered glass on the road. He rides his bicycle like he owns a Harley Davidson, I wonder if father accepts his proposal and offered him a real one what would he do. undoubtedly, he would be a super rider.

"Father," pointing towards me, Riku smiled sarcastically.

(To be continued..)

Words count: 583 (only), I will try to increase my pace gradually :)

I am very happy to participate in Maynia, I was nervous about it but finally decide to move and complete this story, let's see how far I go. Also, I am not a native English speaker, so please forgive me if you find some grammatical mistakes :).

Maynia Day Eight link can be found here

I am razeiv,

Short stories writer, an art lover
from NorthEast, India.