Between Enemies and Mates
Crying And Depression
Today is not an ordinary day, today is a special day.
Historia had just come out of the bathroom after hearing a cry
Mom at the table with a few pans of Historia's favorite vegetable soup. Historia is the beloved mother's first child, although in reality, Historia has one younger brother named Ruben Masih in the third grade Junior High School. They lived only three lives with great affection.
Love each other after the departure of Mbah Mai, their beloved grandmother two years ago.
“Mother, why are you crying like this?” Historia approaching
His mother was named Evan.
“You, can't know.” Denying Mother Evan said.
Historia was actually curious what happened to Mother Evan at this time crying quite badly, but Historia did not want to worry about all that.
“Already, You just take the plate!” mother Evan said.
“Alright!” Historia has to be in order for a while.
Mother Evan pretended to the Bathroom, Historia even frowned. And, suddenly Ruben appeared in a neat uniform
complete with a blue tie on the chest and wet hair all over the area.
Historia still harbors curiosity finally trying to
asking my beloved sister, what really happened
to their Mother.
“Ruben.” Say Historia rather Historia “Iya Kak.” Ruben casually plays the tie without
looking at the face of Historia.
“What's with Mom?”
“Mom only need refreshing.”
“Serious sister, what's wrong with Mom?” Historia
igniting emotions.
Because it was finally, Ruben was immediately afraid and put his face towards Historia. Ruben gave an official statement
something happened to Mother Evan.
“Actually so...” Ruben took a breath first.
“Mother, very sad. The sales never grew. One side is slander. I was also confused what to do about the problem
this.” Reuben took a plain loaf of bread.
Historia while chewing soup. Finally realized that
today was the day of a major incident in his life. Just today, his beloved father left them ten years ago.
Historia immediately widened her eyes and cried, but not for Ruben because Ruben was still too innocent to understand the problem.
Historia immediately left the dining table and stepped into the room to pick up a jacket, and went straight to Campus
with a blushing face worthy of boiled crab.
All the makeup and powder was washed away by the water flowing from her eyes. Her beauty is fading.
But, Historia did not want to let the powder fade.
I don't want all eyes on him. Ordinary, cultural people
+62 if there is something strange then it will be noticed as
just a circus show. This is what makes Historia turn her bag around and take a piece of wraps of tissue that she often carries with her wherever she goes.
After stroking all his faces. Historia took a mirror.
Historia realized that what she was doing was right
in public places where vehicles pass. Suddenly, Historia moves
headed for the narrow alley to tidy up all his clothes. Nonexistent
something very strange.
“Already for today, I don't need to wear make up. Let
Mother today has made me bad mood too.” Historia left the alley because the road was getting crowded, moving
towards Campus.
When out of the narrow alley, Historia immediately turned on her phone immediately ordering an online motorcycle, considering the distance of the Campus is quite far, it is impossible if
History has to walk.
Ten minutes standing on the sidewalk at last, a man in a motorcycle uniform complete with a smile approached Historia.
Historia initially thought the carpenter was half-crazy, but it turned out after he stopped in front of Historia.
“Come, We leave.” Said the Ojek handyman while giving the helmet to Historia.
Historia was still acting cold, but she finally received the helmet and immediately climbed right behind the motorcycle taxi driver. Historia's nose felt the sharp smell of cigarettes, it seemed like an ojek driver
just finished smoking.
His friendly nature that is not covered by the feeling of Historia who still dropped want to do what, finally listening to the mumble of pleasantries from the ojeker mixed with the smell of cigarettes typical of his mouth.
“This is about to go through where ya?” babysitter talk.
Historia still seemed confused about what to talk about, Historia seemed to think of something confusing.
“Mbak?”
Only then did Historia awaken.
“Iya..”
“Where do you want to go?” ask the motorcycleman.
Historii was shocked, but they happened to be on their way
two lane. Usually Historia enter the right path but because the right path is crowded, then unconsciously Historia asked to turn left.
Actually the left lane is the direction of the Great Way of the Roses, is a sacred path
for Historia.
Historia was born and is native to the city, but Historia never once crossed the line after the departure of her father 10 years ago.
But, just this was a big moment where he crossed a
the crowded street on the right. The path of the great rose.
Dugg. Suddenly a strong heartbeat from inside the chest Historia.
When crossing a large, magnificent building stood firm.
Her tears flowed out of her retina. But, Historia immediately reflexes to wake up, if the taxi driver continues to look at her from the mirror reflection. Historia pretended to raise her right hand to rub.
“Why cry?” The motorcycle owner knows.
Historia was shocked for a moment, I heard the mumbling of the carpenter.
“No sir, I'm fine.” Historia vigorously rubbed her two reddened eyeballs. Historia finally silenced. So too with the Ojek Buyer.
Finally the atmosphere returned crowded without the rhythm of speech from Historia with also the motorcycle taxi driver.
Fifteen minutes later, the bike finally arrived on campus.
The large number of students in the area, but did not make Historia happy. Historia can not enjoy the beautiful atmosphere of the campus. As a broken home child, it was very difficult for Historia to let go of that pessimistic soul. Historia wants to be happy
fellows.
Historia finally stepped into a Campus Park grounds. Historia opens a bag picking up a novel by Tere Liye.
A novel whose favorite with interesting phrases.
Sitting on a brown wooden chair with the smell of freshly ripe wood. Historia has no friends, everyone knows what she really is. Let alone a woman named Occa, very at least
I like the History. History's life background is very sad.
Historia sat pensively crying while reading the story of the book, and tears flowed.
In his heart continued to mutter, regretting his life that was filled with futility. Suppose there was a knife, perhaps Historia would lift and plunge into his heart.
His life seemed to be full of futility, wanted to do what but Historia remembered sin. Do not let Mother Evan and Ruben will cry to see the fate of Historia the same as her father.
Historia is the backbone of the family, Historia is the power of the family. Historia continued to close her eyes with tears constantly running down her cheeks.
