Aretta & Secrets

Silences

I didn't feel intimidated by her gaze, but one thing that bothered me was that I heard the sound of shoes moving away as the bell rang. I thought it was this girl. But when I looked at his shoes my guess immediately vanished because he was wearing flat shoes that would not cause a loud sound when stepping.

When the two walked in and left me, I used the opportunity to run away. Sneaking in from there and rushing towards my first class. I have five minutes to get to geography class. Because the system is like a lecture and the class is also in a different building, I became difficult and since yesterday many subjects that I missed.

First, because of the location of the room and the second, because I still do not know the ins and outs of this school.

I got to class on time and it looks like the others are the same. All eyes are staring at me, including the eyes of Mr. Aidan. I think I know what Mr. Aidan was thinking when he saw me. His sharp gaze and the pain around his temple meant that there was something he was thinking about. I ignored that and went straight in to start the lesson.

Fifteen minutes passed and the door opened from the outside. I saw Jessi, the girl who had met the Lord, step inside. I don't know if anyone noticed her appearance, but as she passed by me I could see her tangled-looking hair looking like it had done something. It wasn't tangled because of a fight, if only I didn't know of her relationship with the Lord, I would also think that she was fighting.

Although I know that fact, but still will not change the situation because Mr. God has told me to shut up. I paused my intention to tell this to Rendi.

The lesson is resumed. Mr. Aidan told me that he would give a daily replay on Thursday. The value will be accumulated to increase the amount if the test scores are not sufficient standard. Then I have to repeat the lesson on Wednesday night. During the lesson I did not look at Mr. Aidan at all. It felt awkward, moreover he knew things that he should not have known. But somehow my heart can trust that man. Wish he'd keep this up without telling anyone.

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The class ended and we resumed our next class. For a day, I was in class with Jessi. He looked at me sharply every time we met. Looks like he thinks I'm God's mistress and he must be jealous of that. I just grunt annoyed. I'm not interested in a man like Mr. Dewanya. My life has been filled with people who have always cornered me and I don't want to spend my time getting back in touch with people like that.

I got home and the atmosphere was very quiet. Mama will definitely stop by the club and gamble as usual. I entered the house with the key I had and rushed towards my room. The house was the same as when I went to school. I changed my clothes with a home shirt and worn shorts. I've been scrimping to buy shoes. Although I was always treated badly but Mama still gave me pocket money even though not much. Of all the money, some I set aside to buy my needs because I could not ask Mama for money.

My stomach started to sound, I just realized I haven't been anything since yesterday afternoon. I immediately went downstairs to look for something I could eat. I found nothing at home. I decided to go out and go to a crowded area where many shops are open. I remember if there was a bookstore looking for employees.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry to see there's a sign up front that we need employees here. Does that still happen?" my many.

"Still son. Because I am old, there are many things that I cannot do because of age. You just have to clean up, serve customers, just call if there is a stock of books to order," said the woman, "i don't need a CV, you look trustworthy. Come back Friday at 4 pm. Let me or my granddaughter take you around. Okay?"

I nodded quickly and smiled with satisfaction. This job is mine and I am so grateful.

"good. Then thank you and I'll excuse you" I replied.

I immediately stepped towards the cafe I came to yesterday. I ordered a glass of milk and a slice of cheese cake as a celebration because I got a job. I waited while reading the newspaper provided by the cafe.

Finished with all my activities, I rushed home. The house is still empty. Mama and Gio have not come home yet. I hurried to clean my body and check my bruises. More looks better than yesterday. This is routine. Before my wounds heal perfectly, I will definitely get a new wound for his successor. It made me speculate that Mama knew exactly when my wounds would improve even though it sounded impossible. For an unnoticed child like me, where might Mama want to remember that. A waste of time, of course.

Until the night, Mama and Gio did not see the trunk of his nose. I'm a little grateful because at least tonight there's no commotion that's going to happen to me. This silence makes me comfortable and I always hope that days like this will last a long time.

I myself already have the intention to leave this house, it's just that many things I think about. Plus, I don't have a ID yet. Living together with Mama and Gio made me always have nightmares. Mama's torture that I received became my own trauma. I didn't show it because I'm immune now. Nobody helped me out of this situation and I didn't dare to go out either. I have no one but Mama who will be in charge of me. Even though Mama always tortured me at least she had no thoughts of leaving me.

In my heart I always hope to go back to a time when everything was fine. If Papa hadn't gone would I have been able to live happily like any other normal child? Is my family harmonious? And will Gio and Mama be nice to me?

The question is still going around in circles in my mind. A question that will never be answered because it is impossible. Papa left and he never came back. It doesn't even seem like he's trying to find me or figure out how I live my life.