A Million Stories

Delusi Mila (Fiction Fantasy)

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Blank.

I turn my head back. About 18 hours I have not found the figure that used to sit on the bench behind my back. Where'd he go? Not usually has not appeared until this hour.

Ah, maybe he overslept. Didn't he get his face tangled yesterday?

Intending to remove the fatigue for a moment, I shuffled from the seat approaching the classroom door that was wide open. Stepping the serilex leg may be towards the main corridor overlooking the school's western garden, the greenest spot in the entire high school.

I breathed deeply. Refreshed. As usual, the velvet sprouting of chic plants here and there was able to anesthetize both my beads. Even the sparrow who chirped merrily reconciled the morning. I set aside to enjoy the glory of my school pride. At first glance, the situation at six this morning looks good, peaceful, still quiet and…

'I want to end my life.'

In a thought that was still trying to stabilize, I suddenly found a flash of piece by piece memoir yesterday. Wait a minute, isn't that a sound'?

The contact I confirmed the body standing on the ash wood threshold. Looking inside, stuck to the back of the right corner. In a split second later, I found myself stranded in the past.

… The ending hour break bell has rung. Kontan, the students dressed in ash rushed into the classroom. Within seconds the atmosphere of class X-3 turned crowded with a variety of conversations from various mini forums to several groups of students there. Many students seem to involve themselves sharing information, speaking-up, groping or just joking. All but one person who I don't think voiced his aspirations until this afternoon.

I turned my head back. Facing a fair-skinned woman with her hair curls rolled to the side. The woman put her head on the table. Covering the entire face of his ayah facing the tile. Hey, what's wrong with him? I said in my heart. Faintly, I guess the table's shaking. Is he shaken?

'Mi'' My greeting ended very softly for me to hear for myself. From this, it is apparent the frustrating writings of a teenager who was ingested in angry ink on a paper tear on his desk. I hurriedly read in the heart of the writing that was positioned upside down from where I was reading.

'When a dream is intended from the heart, what is wrong with setting yourself on a higher ladder? Still''

'Mila, are you sick?' Not yet palpable all the words, suddenly Bu Ayami was already beside the woman's bench. Trying to calm down without knowing anything, I set aside the style of sitting facing the wall. Reading class without any intention to absorb the word.

From the tail of my eyes, I caught the shadow of his hand hiding the torn paper in a quick motion. 'Nope. Just having a little bit dizzy, ma'am, ' he said lightly. This is his first voice today. Short, low-intensity and implies taste.. For a moment, what kind of taste was that contained in her vocals?

While gently patting the woman, our teacher grinned, 'That's not a very usual of you to get this quiet. Do you need to go to UKS?' Ask again.

'That's not necessary. Seriously, I am okay.' he said in the middle sentence. Strange, something's wrong. Was I the only one who wasn't sure of what he said or…

Their conversation ended and then Bu Ayami stepped past me with her nanaraways looking at me. It's a coincidence that I wasn't as rumored as I was before. A minute later, he again drew our attention with his unspeakable description of the Question-tag chapter in front of the class.

The class was silent. All the attention was on a petite in front. Pay close attention to every explanation that unravels without pause and reproach. But not with me. Something still tickles my curiosity.

As the package work session began, I slowly turned my head back and was somewhat surprised to find the woman behind my back rolling her head back. 'La, number five could be part E, right?' I open the conversation.

Anticipating his response, I looked at his figure. Slowly, he shuffled his head to look at me, empty. 'Number five?' Instead of being answered, he even looks ogah-ogahan looking for the book in question from inside his bag. 'Sorry, Fik. I think I forgot to enter the book, ' he said hanging without looking at me.

Given his habit that is always excited when he is not carrying school supplies, it is very surprising that he said that relaxing. 'No, deh. Take my book, ' said the initiative to offer help.

'Nope. It's okay, really, 'cut it fast.

I looked at his face for a moment to find the invisible things embedded. The cat's eyes appear to have faint pockets, sayu. The tip of his nose is flushed. Highlight his eyes empty. There was no sweet smile on her lips. God, what's wrong with him? 'What's wrong, Mil?'

He did not answer yet, the change of lessons bell rang. Not as expected, the woman left, asking permission to go to the bathroom to Bu Ayami said to me, Nothing to worry about, Fik. I'm completely okay, ' then pass until it disappears behind the door.

You don't even come any closer than 'Okay, ' Mila.

After his death, I deposited myself moved to the back seat, feeling entitled to complete the decapitated sentence earlier. Careful, I groped his desk drawer, pulled the paper fist out, then read it.. And gasp for himself.

…When my consciousness returns. That was twelve hours ago. I think I know where he went.

Her name is Kamila, her face is sweet like sugar, but her life is not as beautiful as we think.

****

If there was a lightning wind I could ride, without a second thought I would use it now.

I ran and kept running. Penetrate the hustle of the heart of the city, body contort, sneak here and there, no matter the heat of the sun that sows the sweet potato, also on a uniform that is getting shabby because it's time to go home from school. Anterior thinks hard, focused on one goal; the woman.

Where is the most comfortable place for women to save themselves? A place close to the school, can be reached on foot, and think no one will interrupt?

At the red light intersection I turned into a narrow alley that many people did not pass. Still in running condition, this road led me to a five-story building that was still abandoned. The incisions flash memoir right when looking at this half-finished building vibrate the pulse. Yeah, this is the place.

A few seconds later, I found myself climbing two stairs at once with a stir regardless of the fragile construction. I need to hurry to the top floor. It has to be quick or it's all going to be late.

My heart is beating faster. One more ladder to the roof. With breath hunting kutiti again stairs as neat as possible. What am I gonna find there? If the one I'm looking for doesn't exist? Or was I just finding her body?

Again, there was a flash of memoir from the stairs I had just passed. His shaken figure, the tremors of his hands, his shabby clothes and seconds as he picked up the knife lying on the floor. Suddenly my throat was blocked, my body stiffened, my heart stopped beating for a moment.. Lordy!

I managed to find him.

'Mila?' On the sidelines of the reinforcement iron that is still sticking out long inside

regularity of distance, I found a tiny figure sitting cross-legged looking at the bright blue horizon. He's still wearing a shabby-looking white-gray uniform. Shaggy's hair seemed to be rubbing as well. The woman shook her eyes to ignore me without moving the body of an equal.

So he ran away yesterday, stayed here, and didn't eat anything until now?

'Fik, stop. Don't come in here. Or''

''Or are you going to jump? You jump, I jump, too, ' The sentence ends when I finally sit with him, beside him. It's beautiful here. Both pairs of beads we can enjoy the view of our small, orderly town from its west to its east. It is a perfect place to calm down.

Mila grimaced, then said quickly, 'Basi.'

'You're loud?' Say steady.

Silent moment. From the tail of my eyes I could catch him looking down, then look at me and ask, 'Why are you following me?'

I saw it back. Capturing a variety of emotions there. Fatigue at the blink of his eyes, firmness at his cheekbones, fear at the wrinkles on his forehead, and confidence in his two manic circular black screens. 'Why did you go quietly?'

'Why did you switch the conversation?'

'Why do you want to die?'

'Why did you interfere?'

'Why can't I interfere in your business?'

'Why didn't you answer my question?'

I stopped speaking, breathing deeply for a moment. 'First because I want to. Second, I was just wondering how you were. Third, because I can never calm down.. Before seeing you, ' I replied at length while still staring at his two shiny eyes. Instantly her pupils grew. His gaze was down on the deserted streets below. I didn't say the wrong word, did I?

'You know. Papa always demands more. Telling me to explore things I don't like to make me extraordinary is different from the rest. And it seems, beheading the age when we grow up without any reason is amazingly true.' Answer flinching. I swallowed spit. Responding to his drastic changes in silence. Are you crazy?

'Mil,' I said touching his fingers, 'The most incredible thing you can do is be yourself.'

He fell silent again. Squeezing my fingers tightly until I could feel the tremors of his hand. Body shaken. I tried to grab it. But I can't. I still don't deserve to get close. In this condition, I saw that his memory was captured by a stern-faced man with a pushy hum, 'You must be a doctor! Can't be anything else!'

A split second later, his warm grasp disappeared. I haven't read all the memories yet, he has stood away from me while pulling a knife out of his pocket. 'Fik, I'm not strong anymore, really, ' he said shaking. Simultaneously, I caught his shaken fingers holding a knife that was approaching as fast as lightning on his left wrist.

'MILA! STOP!' Without wasting any time, I threw my feet towards him. I have to stop him! Suddenly I can feel the time running late when in my conscious, I know the sharp temple knife only stay the little. 'ARGH!'

I screamed loudly. His strong hand managed to slash straight across my right arm. I sat not strong. Feeling the pain of the wound that opened. Kontan, I heard Mila shouting my name. Then he rushed to my position.

'Fikri, jeez. Sorry!' The force I pushed on her left hand managed to prevent Mila from acting. Mercifully. Now, he panicked to see me. With one quick move, Mila was torn around the bottom of her gray skirt with the knife that had just slashed at me. Be a bandage of skirts three times my arm and then he started to bandage my wound.

'Sorry.' He said while looking down at his burden. Faintly, it appears that a circle of tears fell washing a small part of the bandage of the skirt of his ashes.

I cleared my throat for a moment. Touching his chin, lifting it up and then saying,

'When a dream is intended from the heart, what is wrong with setting yourself on a higher ladder? Shouldn't we believe and believe in ourselves? There is no point in plagiarizing, curbing or forcing. We are free to choose. We are free to be ourselves. Because we are the determinant of where we go.'

One more crystal came out of his right eyelid. Then he smiled. The first sweet asymmetrical basin I've had after all day. 'You also searched my desk and bag?' The question is slowly growing.

'Yes.. But not as you think, Mil.'

'Back, yuk? To the hospital, really hurt you first.'

I'm shaking. 'Awhile, tired of chasing you here.'

Mila chuckles. Then he sat down on my right side, gripped tightly on my finger and said softly, 'I'm still wondering how you can come here.'

'Insting?' My voice carelessly responded by hitting my arm slowly.

'ridiculous. That's the mainstream answer.'

'So, want an anti-mainstream one, huh? But promise me you won't be surprised.' Tawarku invited a graceful nod. 'To be honest, I can read the past of everything.'

'Cool out! What can you read from me?'

I cleared inside. 'You.. Likes me'very.'

Suddenly, he looked at me. Pensive for a moment until finally the corners of his lips shyly raise their degrees. 'Aren't you too?'

'Yes, but..'

'But what?' The cut demands my hanging sentence. I look at Mila. Dissolved in her manic night charm. Silence hung for a moment in the quiet breeze that danced around us, peaceful. It's time. Slowly my face approached, *******softly his red lips at a glance.

'But I'm just your little delusion.'

-FIN

Finishes.

SORRY IF THERE ARE SIMILARITIES IN NAME, ADDRESS, TIME AND PLACE. THIS STORY IS JUST FICTIONAL. DO NOT FORGET TO FOLLOW AUTHOR, LIKE, COMMENT A LOT, MAKE A FAVORITE, VOTE CAN ALSO. THANK YE.