Brutal Family

Part 18 Meliani's Death

The sad news came today. A student died last night. Age is unpredictable. It's a matter of being His creation against destiny. Including the way we left the world. Everything has been arranged.

Unfortunately there was a big wedge in my heart to hear the sad news this morning by the members of the OSIS who took cardboard boxes to each class asking for donations. Especially knowing who has gone home. Meliani is the former secretary of OSIS. Instantly my chest was tight as if stabbed by a mace. There was a scream trying to escape but did not know the way. Just tears, but I don't know who that girl is.

Hide under the bench, my hands are thermos. Scene after scene formed a terrifying cinema. It all started right after school yesterday. I look forward to Mang Budi's invitation as usual. It's planned, I'll ask him to meet Grandma Surtiasih first. There are many questions for him. I got to record it scared out of the topics.

But I caught the sound of a horseshoe with a clattering that came out of nowhere. A kretek moved quickly from a distance followed by gray smoke. The horse's curvature drew closer, his running increasing rapidly given a sharp whip by a black-robed coachman. My eyes widened to find someone crossing the street alone. Looks like the curly-haired woman hasn't noticed the arrival of the kretek. I spontaneously took wide steps after him. Before I could reach my hand for the last bag I knew named Meliani, Brother Heman blocked my arm.

I don't know what Kak Heman meant to make me stand on the side of the road. Thwarting my attempt to save someone. The horse was getting closer while Meliana was still relaxed not being disturbed.

"Revelation!" peekikku as tight as possible.

Too late, the kretek hit Meliani's body. The wind is so light it resembles the wind. The kretek was missing like a fragment. I did not find it even though my head was circulated one hundred and eighty degrees. Meliani reached across the street unharmed, confused as everyone's astonished gaze towards me.

"What's up, dude?" Brother Heman let go of the check.

My gaze could not be separated from the passing Meliani. He was fine until the news of his death so suddenly this morning sent a signal to my brain that everything was not okay.

If I had managed to pull Meliani's carry bag. If only Brother Heman hadn't come just to mince words I'd come home with whom. At least I'll escape the guilt of having let someone take his life. Maybe my actions will affect destiny. It's just that I can breathe as usual without being haunted by a horse, a person in black robes and death.

"huh. You all right?"

Jaya shuddered because I ignored people's questions.

I asked myself too. Me why?

"I'm .. I'm not feeling well Jay" I replied shivering. My feelings are terrible, hard to explain. Maybe this is how someone accidentally kills.

"Want a break in the health room?"

The worried look of Jaya has not yet escaped me. Out of control of the body is even more shivering. Jaya fingered my forehead.

"Fever," he murmured. "Let me take you to the health room. Or do I want to carry it?"

My breath feels warm. I looked at Jaya half sleepy. Give him a little sash, hopefully he understands. Unfortunately I was wrong about the sane thinking of a Jaya.

One class cheered loudly as he hooked his arm on my nape and legs. He lifted my body so lightly that naughty whistles led us to the infirmary. Their whistles and cheers managed to attract the occupants of another class. They looked at the window in curiosity, but who deliberately ran out of class to find out the crowd. The teachers intervened and told them to go back in.

All along in Jaya's sling my face did not turn away from her shirt, inhaling a blend of clothing softener with Jaya's body scent. Now the shame is greater than the dizziness in the head. I want to curse a lot. Calling all kinds of animals to represent this feeling. He messed up the remaining corner of the heart, after yesterday-yesterday-yesterday eroding it with up-and-down waves. She seemed reluctant to let me breathe a sigh of relief without her sweet treatment.

"At hand. You want to hide in my armpits?"

"Well?!"

He smiled, landing my body on a soft spot. My hot hand rubbed against him. I've followed whatever he's been treating.

"Wait a minute, I'll call the MPR boy first."

Jaya is about to move. I immediately pulled the end of his shirt until he turned around. "Shortly Bungah. I'll definitely be back."

For a second, I did not want to be left behind. This health room aura was terrifying. There are many stories of people who often use the health room as an excuse for skipping the study, some Red Cross Teenage children are also storytelling. I also felt, this room is a bit strange. Although I actually don't understand strange because what.

The end of Jaya's clothes came out of my grasp. Turns off my hand I cheated. He looked at me a little annoyed, but resignedly sat on the chair facing me.

"Why, hm?"

The elusan in my head continued. Jaya granted my request. My feelings are getting better.

Until I lost that soft elusan. My eyes opened wide feeling something dripping on the surface of the forehead. My finger touched it, at my fingertips was a red liquid. I looked to the side, someone was sitting on the side of the bed. He looked down in hiding his face with long hair.

"Who?"

Silence swept through the room. I wish that the things I see when I wake up are no one else.

The woman looked up slowly. Found her neutrality with me. My eyes narrowed, seeing the change in his facial water. Slowly he pulled the two corners of the lips forming a grin covered in blood.

"You didn't help me."

It's Meliani. Looking mad at me.

I forgot how to breathe. This woman is dead and is holding me accountable because I didn't help her.

"Bungah Brother. Hey, Brother ...." The voice was another, accompanied by a shock. "Sister!"

My body was sucked in a small hole. The dark hallway turned bright. Anxious rails were present before me. I felt reborn, breathing a lot.

"Sister. Brother Bungah nightmare?" Raina held my hand. There was a power he was trying to channel. "Kak Jaya is taking warm tea," he said as if understanding the reason I was circulating my gaze.

"Sister." Raina took over the chair beside the bed. "I know Brother Bungah is burdened with something. I'm just saying, we can see what you see, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Looking at the death of others," Raina replied returning the tightness, she tightened her grasp. "All of Grandma's grandchildren have that ability. Brother Bungah just not used to it. But one thing you have to obey, don't try to interfere."

Suddenly the throbbing in my head increased. The dizziness is not playing. Anything Raina said just now. How am I supposed to get used to seeing the process of picking up other people?

"Hey is up?"

Jaya brought a large glass of warm tea as well as bread. Raina invited Jaya to sit next to me. Even so, I continued to watch her movements open the closet.

"Raina PMR's son," said Jaya thrust a glass, then tore bread wrappers for me.

"Jay, you're not saying I'm going into the infirmary again to Papa, are you?"

Jaya shook her head, "No. Just relax."

"Kak Jaya is a fever-reducing drug. Drink it Brother Bungah. Rai's going back to class."

"Thank you, Rai."

"Hopefully get well soon, Brother Bungah," he smiled at me. I know, he's saying something else.

　

　

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