A Million Stories
Where He's Going... (Tells Touch the Heart)
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The large room that is neatly arranged still feels crowded. The air feels very warm inside even though it looks very heavy rain outside. Many times my forefinger is just tapping on the table with various tasks still piling up. Like no longer excited about life anymore all I did was laze around putting my head on the table. Once again the mind has gone to the other side again. My heart felt like I wanted to squeeze it so that the pain was reduced, sometimes bitter, sometimes restless, sometimes lonely. Relax the body dangling on the back of the chair that is ready to accommodate me. This body bounces like it's sitting on my own marshmallow, and then turns in a different direction.
My eyes flew far away this time, afraid that if I didn't realize I could get lost. Unfortunately in the corner of the room bouncing its own reflection in the mirror there was something I could not avoid there. There were two young girls dressed in a sweet uniform and various decorations in her hair.
“Franda, Am I beautiful?” her style was so cute playing a knee-length sponge skirt and a red bag hanging on her back “Have I not been like an adult woman?”
“all girls are also beautiful Han,”
“that's not what I mean.”
“Then?”
“Am I already beautiful like an adult woman?”
“what is the difference with adult women?”
“obviously different dong,” saw her brother who had always been busy with a tie wrapped around her neck “I used to be too young to understand beauty but now I can know what it is and how to make it beautiful. What you? Who knows only about lessons, makes friends with books, and never takes care of themselves. Can-can you be like a grandmother with fast time, wrinkles and aging thinking of dizzying things.”
“what do you think is beautiful?” he was busy in front of the mirror.
“it is not beauty, Hana.” now Franda really can't stand the chattering mouth of her twin brother “Beauty it from here.” Franda touched Hana's chest which made this innocent and innocent Hana just silent in confusion.
“I don't understand?”
“really you don't understand?”
“Explain to me?”
“well, beautiful it...” did not continue his words Franda even joked by ruffling Hana's hair. They were joking with each other and the full awareness made Franda speechless hugging Hana who was silent did not understand. Franda hugged her tightly lovingly without Hana knowing, Franda cried silently in her own pain.
Fusing the shadow, I rebuked myself with a smile on my lips. The globules of consciousness just flow on the cheek. I turned back the chair facing right at the table with a pile of books strewn about. With full confidence I pulled one of them neatly arranged, now there was only a blue-covered note in front of me. Sheet by sheet I passed painfully. Right on the page I was looking for. Right where there was a portrait of two young girls who were sitting together holding hands. Precisely in the courtyard of this house everything that happened had already passed for so long but it felt like it was still only yesterday that he was standing next to the mirror. It's still fresh in my memory when the day he called me for the last time in the hospital, then he left and never came back. I don't know where he went? The only thing left of him was the echo of his voice and the shadow of his presence. No one will ever laugh with me in this room. Then slowly I turned the photo sheet by holding back the cry. There is only one sentence that is depressed with the ink “ME AND MY SISTER, HAN”. Unable to read it a button a piece of the photo “Franda!”
Short story by "Melissa Oknus"
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