A House Without Window
Second birth
I arrived at the boarding house around 01:00 in the morning. The morning air breaks through the pore pore once it makes a move. For so long I was full of daydreams from work earlier, the body so sultry. I decided to cook some water for a bath, and a little coffee the night before, anyways tomorrow morning rations off. The thing I waited for the most after waiting a while to work hard.
Step foot into the kitchen, turn on the stove of course. I like this early morning silence, it feels really sacred. Just a few minutes I was here the lights suddenly went out, I peeked at the tiny window close to the kitchen, it turns out that out there are also all dead, ohh not the drop in electricity. Good thing I still hold the phone, so I can turn on the flashlight. Upsss something made me arrive tiptoed, there was an air that was so extraordinary dinginya past my heels and neck. Why should I feel in the midst of this dark condition, I hate the darkness so much, make me breathless, besides in the darkness I hate to see all that, which at first I was shocked and afraid.
Sure enough, I saw a figure who was looking at me from the corner of the kitchen, because of the dark conditions and a little lighting from HP, I cast a lamp towards the figure, but there was no who, no one, when the hp light pointed in another direction, the figure was as if it was still there. This kind of situation has actually been experienced for a long time since the 1st grade of High School, but still when creatures like this show the form of surprise that is so great compared to fear, but still, in fact, it can be said that I am not afraid of things like iru, just surprised and shocked, because they like to come to arrive. It was fortunate that the lights came back to life, so the situation of not wearing them was immediately gone. I remember the first thing I saw them.
" Want to go in too? All the same to me, my friend has changed his clothes", I said as I opened the school locker room door. All I asked for was a nod. Still clear in my memory, she is a girl who is not too fat and not too thin also medium height, her skin is yellow, in her head she wears a green zigzag shape bandana, green color, he was carrying a scout uniform in his hand. Her hair is shoulder-length, somewhat brownish, her hair shape is faceted if in my village her name, her front hair is a bit short then the more backward the longer.
"o what class are you in? ", ask me again while locking the door after he enters. My position is right in front of the door, I mean let's go out and change because I told Fitri to wait in front of the toilet. While the girl was on my right with nearly ten feet away from me standing, her position was behind me.
"ten F", he answered briefly.
"if I were ten C's", while feeling such a coldness, and how shocked I was, there was a shrill laughing voice from inside this room, I spontaneously looked towards the girl, she said, he was silent and did not budge, even as I began to feel fear, he did not see his face continuing to look behind me, and his laughter grew shrill.
"Fitri, Fit open, please help me, "I cried out hoping Fitri heard my screams and opened the door, but it was just a waste. I look at that madia once again, lost she is no more, while the door is still locked, if she is human how can she just disappear? Is that another creature from another world? A lot of my questions at that time, finally the door opened, Fitri was again urinating in the toilet.
Because this different me sometimes Wa Ode also feels afraid of me, he said one time, "isti, you're not yourself sometimes I'm afraid to stick to your deck, you're weird", and I just smiled back, I never said anything to Wa Ode, if I could see anything beyond reason. I do not want to burden him, because my best friend this one is one of the cowards, to the bathroom should be delivered. The only one who knows if I am different is my father, said the father once was the hereditary advantage of my great-grandmother. Huh huh? Sometimes I want to be normal like other people. But the more I want to brush it off, the more things reinforce this advantage.
When I opened the phone, there was a message from my mother,
*how are you doing? Missing mother, o yes Febby gave birth yesterday, daughter girl, see the baby, mother so remember you first*
That's my mother, always pretending to be strong even though her heart is fragile, at this hour you definitely can't sleep. Alloh strengthen mother, make all her affairs easy. But why can you waste a woman as noble as mother? Hasn't you been too generous all this time,?. Perhaps there will be rewards for all deeds, only we must be patient, and not despair in all things.
Then why is there a mean human Febby and Dad? Isn't Febby a woman, what if she's in my mother's position? Though Febby is from a family of being, compared to my family, Febby is a rich man, but indeed he is wrong association. He can get a single man who is young and also rich. Life is strange, I used to live in peace and now it's turned around.
My chest is crowded thinking about all that, want me to bring mother here, but I can't, father can't release mother, mother used as babu father. Now then? Febby lahiran's? Mum must be her babby sitter, too. Just imagine I'm not strong, when will you change? If grandparents were still around, it wouldn't be this bad.
All births must have nets, all births must have goals. The second birth, if it were for me, I would still want to be my mother's son. The second birth if there is, I want to be a normal human being without any mystical splashes, for me who is actually a logical and realistic human being. But with this other side that I see, at least comforting my running, sometimes they also talk like a friend. It's just that they are from another world that is not the same as humans. After all, the difference is only different worlds, while my father and I are the same world, but we are not together.
