Aretta & Secrets

Memories

I walked back to biology class. Because of the quiet corridor I thought no one was in the classroom and I quickly opened the door. I didn't expect that inside there would still be people remembering all the teachers ordering us to vacate the school immediately. But the unlucky thing I found in there was Mr. God and he was alone with one of the students.

"Sorry Mr. HP I missed," I said. The Lord cleared his throat and allowed me to take my things.

I quickly went to the chair where I was sitting and found it still there. After that I immediately say goodbye to the Lord without looking back at who the student figure who was in there. From this I can conclude that Mr. God used his good looks to tempt the students.

During the journey to the house my mind flogged. I'm worried about that student. What if the Lord took advantage of it and took advantage of it for personal gain. Just thinking about it makes me concerned.

That thing bothered me until the afternoon. I had a hard time getting rid of the worst possibilities and I finally decided to exercise to get my mind clear again. I decided to run while listening to music. And now I'm running longer and farther than usual. I'm still trying hard to get rid of my thoughts about the incident. I don't know what to do. Should I report it? But surely the student will not be able to escape from Mr. God. What if they both love each other? I am disturbing their relationship.

If that happened to Rendi, she would know what to do. I've decided to start making friends with that man and tomorrow I'll tell him about it and ask him for his opinion. My mind was a little clearer when I was almost out of breath. I resumed my run, this time passing through the library, the city park, and towards the residential area that still looked tenuous.

I found a garden with swings and seesaws. Those things were without the dull eaten times, but still caught my attention. I don't know when was the last time I was swinging, maybe before my Papa left. Without a second thought I immediately approached where the swing was and climbed one of them. I let my body enjoy this swing, it felt like flying and letting go of weights. If only I could be like that wouldn't it feel so relieved.

The wind blew my hair. The effect of a moving swing gave rise to a creaking sound. I still kept swinging until the sun was about to sink and left an orange glow at the end of the twilight.

I slowed my swing by holding my feet on the ground. The swing stopped completely and I myself started walking out of the park. The sky had darkened and I decided to run again to return home. When I got home I saw the headlights and the living room lights were on. Gio's car in the garage is also not there. This is not a good sign. Every time she goes Mama will definitely vent her anger on me and she always does that behind Gio's back.

I immediately ran to the sink and turned on the water to drain my hand. For a moment I forgot my purpose for not making a sound so as not to attract Mama's attention. I don't cry, I don't complain, I don't grumble. I just kept quiet and handled everything without making a sound. I haven't cried in a long time. Since Papa left all my happiness seems to be forcibly snatched to the point that I once thought whether Papa's departure was due to my fault. What have I really done? Is it because I never did PR? Or because I protested about the dinner menu that day?

Those questions that came to my mind. It not only changed me, it changed my whole family. This wound is nothing compared to all the wounds I have received.

The noise from the living room made me wake up from my daydream. I hurried to turn off the water tap and without being ordered my body began to tremble. I'm a little sorry why Gio still hasn't come home until now.

Bad things will happen to me.

I saw Mama walking staggered and started to step into the kitchen. He hit the doorway as he was about to step in. His eyes turned red and he immediately invaded the kitchen to look for the commotion maker, when his eyes found me there Mama immediately shouted angrily and yelled at me, "What are you doing anyway? You don't see that Mama's cooking anymore. Why did you spill it." Spit from his mouth until it splashed into my face.

"That's been Ma's, and it's actually a charlatan" I replied a little more boldly. I wish Mama didn't realize I was that brave to answer Mama.

"You dare to answer Mama! Mama has given anything to you but your reply is like gini? You want to be a bad boy?" Mama kept yelling at me and I could only lower my head while checking my blistered hands. It will be very painful tomorrow morning and it will certainly be very torturous throughout the night. I sighed as I recalled the incident where I got hit so badly. It happened a few months ago.

It was Friday night and I was sitting in the dining room. At a separate desk to complete the homework I always do on a regular basis. I cleaned up the glassware and replaced it every week at Mama's request. At that time Mama went into the kitchen with a pot of boiled meat that she had just cooked, being too preoccupied with my busyness I didn't realize Mama was passing behind me and she deliberately pushed the hot pot into my arm. I screamed loudly, not because of illness but because of shock and the only reaction Mama gave me was, she chuckled before waltzing to the dinner table to get ready to eat the meat. Since then I have never eaten steak or burnt meat, because the smell reminds me of my burning skin.