"Nothing's wrong. Kenand quickly entered the room," said Terry, who wanted his son to get into trouble with his father.
Kenand glared at Bari, his father. He was furious. Because of his father, he couldn't marry the girl he want.
"Why are you looking at me like that!" shouted Bari.
"You! You're not my father now!" shrieked Kenand.
"What did you say? You want to be beaten!" Bari doesn't understand why his son is suddenly so angry with him.
"I'm leaving this house!" said Kenand as he went to his room, took some of his clothes in the closet, and packed them.
"Kenand! Where are you going?" shrieked Terry, who followed Kenand into his room.
"Don't stop me, Mother. I'm sick of our life. I'm sick of it. We are always looked down upon by others. I'm sick of it, Mom!" shrieked Kenand.
"But you shouldn't be doing this. We'll talk slowly," said Terry.
Finished packing his things, Kenand immediately took the bag and just left.
