Aara is Not Lara

•Double Personality

...THE WARNING!!...

...SOME SCENES ARE INAPPROPRIATE TO REPLICATE!!...

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“Uhuk.. Uhuk.. Uhuk.. Huhh.. Huhhh.. Hicks.." Sobs of bated crying re-echoed in the blue space of the night.

Ara moved her hand looking around for the thick, sea-blue blanket and then buried her face while lying curled up. "Why is it still sick?? Whyaa?? Hix.. Hiks.”

Her thumb nail continued to press roughly on her own index finger, Ara looked back at the ceiling of her room.

Yes, the thing that Ara had just done until she coughed was to strangle her own neck with both hands. Every now and then Ara's childhood shadow flashed across her.

“Am I being too greedy? I've got the love of my family, but why does it feel like I still need the love of those jerks?" Ara pilu. Her tears continued to seep from between her tightly clenched eyelids.

"Why it hurts so much. Why am I banished? What's my fault?? I've always tried to be sweet, submissive, a smart kid. But did they ever think I existed?? Why do people I love also leave me?” Sobbing Ara covered half her face with her own right arm. His eyes were hot with tears that had soaked his bed sheets.

"I was wrong what?? What am I wrong??!! Hix.. Hicks.." Ara muttered many times while biting the thumb nail of her right hand.

"Why was I banished?? What am I wrong??" The sound of shaking and barely disappearing into the fragility sounded extremely heartbreaking. Originally beating her chest, Ara felt the air she breathed thinning.

With her heart still raging, Ara sat down, staring at the small table on the left side of the bookshelf. He took the pentule needle he had placed on the table and steadily scratched the sharp end of the needle in his left arm.

First scratch.

Second scratch.

Third scratch.

The aura stopped counting after several small strokes on the same spot left red spots barely forming a line. Not yet satisfied, Ara continued to make another scratch. Hoping to feel the pain in his physical body so that the pain in his heart can be reduced.

Relief clearly adorned the recesses of Ara's heart as the abstract carvings on her arms seemed to fill up completely. Dropping herself on the mattress violently, Ara looked blankly at the ceiling of her room. A smile does not mean beautiful in the arch of Ara's lips.

“Hah! I have to sleep. Tomorrow morning lecture.” Ara tried to close her eyes slowly until she suddenly remembered that she had just cried. His eyeballs instantly seemed to jump out, his eyelids were wide open as if forgetting to protect the existence of his own eyeballs. Ara was wide-eyed and condemned her behavior.

“Aaaahhhh!!! My eyes could be like a wasp tomorrow morning!! You stupid Ara!!” Awakened by her manner Ara rubbed her face with a huff. Cussing himself with annoyance.

'Must take the ice water with the cotton first. Let's compress these ugly eyes first.' Thought Ara inwardly to calm her troubled mind.

Slowly Ara opened her bedroom door to the stairs vigilantly and peered at her family's presence in the middle room at the end of the stairs. Afraid that he would be caught off guard, Papa Yudith or Jona would often fall asleep on the couch or even the living room carpet while watching the show on television.

Given that it was already showing at 03:00 am and no one was seen, Ara quickly ran towards the refrigerator in the kitchen to fetch ice water and returned to her room to compress her eyes.

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Time passed, until the morning sunlight began to burst into Ara's room through the open window. The sound of the alarm from Ara's phone has been repeated thousands of times but ignored. Too deep to dive into a fantasy world, watching the battle between prancing lizards and the gemoy iguana.

“KAK KOLU?? IT'S 7 O'CLOCK!!!” The screams of Mama Lauritz screeching from the ground floor without loudspeakers blared all over the corner of the house. If the ants could demo, it would probably be horrendous because Mama Lauritz's screams caused an earthquake for the ants.

“Hemmm.. Ada.” replied Ara softly which must be only Ara who listened to him.

Geck.

Geck.

Tok

“OK.. Okay.. Sister wake up.” Walking with half-covered eyes.

Chequek.

“Where's the bread?? Don't come down first.. Kiss!” Ara held a small plate filled with toast while thrusting her face.

Cup.

Rian the youngest sister kissed Ara's left cheek at a glance. A smile spread on Ara's face that was still reluctant to open her eyes again.

“Where to!?”

Cup

He pecked her on Ara's right cheek.

“Dahi, eyes, nose, chin, mmm.” Ara said as she turned her lips around like a duck. Of course, all Rian did was to kiss Ara's seedy face.

“OK. It's in cas. Rian get down there, brother wants to eat keep grabbing towels. Bye my baby bear honey.” Said Ara as her hand grabbed the piece of toast.

For some people, Ara's habits must be strange and unnatural, but for Papa Yudith's family and Mama Lauritz it is 'common'.

For Ara herself to kiss or be kissed by her family it can show affection, closeness and care. Moreover, they are a family, so it is very reasonable according to him. Sometimes Ara is confused with most children who awkwardly interact with their own family.

“Kakak sorok not yet gargle, wash your face, minimize hand washing even nyosor eat aja!” Mama Lauritz said as she put her hands on her waist.

Not that it makes the look scared, but Mama Lauritz's behavior looks very adorable. Understandably because Mama Lauritz has a cute stature, her face is no less beautiful than women in the early age of 30 years, even though Mama Lauritz himself is 43 years old.

“Hehe.. Mamma.. Run out to the same room embul. Mager really want to go down first, need energy first. Aren't the pufferfish sister?” Down the stairs carrying an empty plate and a towel attached to her left shoulder hanging over her fingertips, Ara stared at her sister, Rian.

“How many more nicknames for Rian you're making now? Little star, nut, sun bear, honey bee, puffer, embul, let alone it forget now puffer fish!? Rian is skinny now.” Jona's protest on Ara.

“Loh, have not yet left? Yesterday said he wanted to leave in the morning with a class picket? Ah, sister wants to take a shower. Was late. 8 Hours in. I gotta call Rossi out of this." Cerocos Ara was long as she passed to the only bathroom inside her parents' house.

The simple 2-story house owned by the Ara family is deliberately only making 1 bathroom on the inside and 1 more on the outside specifically for guests to easily reach from the living room or home page. In addition, also as anticipation if mass keblet struck do not have to queue long.

Papa Yudith and Mama Lauritz decided to build such a house to better control the activities of their children. It seems evident at this time, especially for Ara Si Kutu Kasur as the nickname given Jona to move more often out of his room.

Papa Yudith who saw the behavior of his children and his wife could only cluck while shaking his head. It's a daily routine where when the morning the mother will turn into thunderous lightning and the sister like a professional model breezed casually through the roar of lightning. Do not forget the orange towel accessories on the left shoulder that are sometimes added milk glass or plates used various types of bread in his right hand.

While the youngest Adrian has been like a food courier today who always faithfully deliver breakfast to his beloved sister's room. It's like a fisherman. But not fish anglers that can be fried, but rather kebo ngorok residents of the blue sea room of a two-story house.

Exhaling violently, in the bathroom with white ceramic walls Ara examined her left hand. “It's a good thing not to have swollen eyes. I did not realize there were many wounds as well. If you realize that it hurts. I am a psycho. Double personality is like. hehehehe” Right lip angle Ara is interested in a little singleness smile that feels happy. I don't know if I'm really happy or just the brain's compulsion to its motor nerves.

Instead of immediately completing the bath ritual, Ara was still faithful to look at incision after incision of her work. Like an abstract painting set out on the living field of flesh under the skin. Ara was not a hypocrite or 2-faced, she was simply too reliable camouflaged from the chaos of her life.

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