Brutal Family

Part 2 Knock

"It's Hem's exaggeration, what if he dies?"

"Don't say much!"

I feel like I'm on someone's back. This guy doesn't talk much compared to the others, but his muttering voice I can still hear. He walked a bit, I was a little worried about him falling.

"It's still far away, isn't it? We're playing the distance."

"Can you shut up? They may complain constantly. Look at the way, how many times you've fallen."

"Eh you didn't help knowing until we got lost like this."

They stopped walking.

"You're the one who's been babbling it's not clear now ngajak people debate."

"Shut up!" as someone mediated the debate, they were silent. The person carrying me also sighed while correcting my position. "It's forest. You guys should remember that."

"But Hem, he's the-"

"If I say shut up, shut up!"

As he wished, our trip was quiet. In addition to the sound of the beast the night unpretentious followed. In my semi-conscious state I heard a lot of footsteps. Crasaks uncovering bushes and nagging women had not escaped the cold of the night. When the gurgling of water felt close, they heaved a sigh of relief.

Sahutan-sahutan calling my name from a distance sounds crowded. The woman screamed. I could hear the rumbling of water with the wetness of some of my feet. It's chilly.

The crowd with loud blows approached. Small candle-like lights made my lips thin. I'm numb.

"Well..why are you, son?"

Papa's last voice together away smelled of someone who took me. Warm hug Papa I got. After that, I don't remember anything.

When I opened my eyes, I was not lying on a pile of dried leaves in the forest. Surrounding me were no longer tall black-tree trees. It looks foreign, it's a white bed. On it was a picture of a huge red rose. So foreign.

"Away awake?" The door opened, Papa smiled warmly carrying a tray.

I tried to get up, and a wet cloth fell off my forehead. Looks like I'm running out of fever. This body hurts all if moved just a little. Finally Papa helped me lean on the head of the bed.

"Where? Did you eat?"

I received a glass of water, soaking up the dryness in the throat. Papa sighed softly accepting my weak nod. Dizziness always spreads in the head. Something was beating softly in there, very painful.

"Yes already. Want to eat or sleep again?"

"Sleep."

"OK now sleep again later eat and take medicine."

Papa fixed the pillow, helped me lie back down, his hands reluctant to let go of the grasp. Papa squeezed the wet cloth with one hand after fingering my forehead. My fever has not come down or is increasing because now I feel the intensity of the pulsations in my head is getting stronger.

At this time Papa will always be near me peeling the back of my hand while whispering, "Curely healed Papa's favorite child."

I fell asleep again, ignoring the stickiness in the body from the cold sweat. Trying to make peace with pain.

***

Papa told me all about last night while feeding me chicken soup. Only three bribes and then taking the medicine.

I was delivered by some of my cousins last night. They were scolded by their parents, Papa said. I think they deserve it, maybe less, they should feel how I am too. Almost died in the middle of the forest.

Just remember that I was horrified. My leg was evicted a terrible creature went into the depths of the forest. Darkened. No hope of life. There was only my own crying. They must have laughed in the bushes. Seeing all my torments as funny. Goddamnit!

I wiped the tears on my cheeks. My mentality will be at the bottom if I am sick like this. The physical pain will heal in a few days, for the liver not necessarily. Funny to be treated like this? The introductions between the brothers they said? Look at the many wounds on my body, the pain. Not to mention the ankle swelled up when I fell so hard. They said it was just a joke. So mean.

I turned to Papa in the ringisan because of his daughter's sharp gaze. Papa's words are not exact about those who want to meet me. They're already standing in my room. In front of me with the faces of song. There was no feeling of guilt. Only one kept me negotiating.

"Dude."

I glanced for a moment, then looked away from seeing them.

"I Bagas. My sisters are naughty with you. Forgive us, dude. This should be a happy introduction as a brother. We didn't mean to harm you. It's out of plan. Once again we're sorry dude, Om Lingga we won't do it again."

Papa got up from the side of my bed to pat Bagas on the shoulder who looked the most mature among them. I don't get my reaction. They left the room in an orderly manner. I can breathe a sigh of relief.

Let them understand my heartache. The next day I felt silly, they didn't really apologize for feeling guilty but for fear of not getting pocket money.

***

One thing I am not used to. Day and night here. My new activity is listening to the ticking of a clock when alone.

The air tonight is cold. He brought hot water in a plastic bottle. Then put it on my foot. Warm.

Papa hid me with a lot of blankets. My palm was rubbed by Papa because it almost froze. Where is this, Sumedang or Canada? It feels like a transition to winter.

"Slept tight, Man. Get well soon, son." Papa peeked at my head for a long time.

In fact, until Papa returned to his room, after confirming that my fever had dropped, the clockwork had passed the number ten. I'm still awake.

I stared at every object in this not-so-extensive room. Study table, dressing table next to the old-fashioned closet. This is the room of his young Aunt Nidria. Viewed from the award on the nightstand. Now Aunt Nidria lives with her husband.

The knock on the window glass forced me to extend my neck. Dizziness is felt immediately. It's disturbing, people lack of work where knocking on the windows of sick people these nights.

I sighed in annoyance. Slowly my feet stepped on the floor, permeating the piercing cold. I limped, biting the skin on my lips because my ankles were getting swollen.

The knock stopped when I opened the curtain. The wide grin in front of the window reminded me of the large clown head statue at the circus welcome gate.

Sophia, the boy is moving his mouth. The language I don't understand. Why is this little boy still out at night. Didn't her parents lock the door until she was free to roam?

"So Una opened the window."

Even if he banged on the window until it cracked I wouldn't open it. He grumbled in annoyance. Who knows, a child as small as Sophia could do anything crazy to fuck me. Conspiring with his cousin's brothers alone he was happy.

Aarrrgh! I remembered their treatment.

My curtains closed quickly, causing a frictional noise. It's up to him to whisk me to his parents. I don't give a shit.

For a long time, the window was knocked again. I thought Sophia had given up. The kid is tough too.

But there is something strange about the beat, over time forming a rhythm. Maybe just the original rhythm. It's just too pretty in my opinion.

My eyes did not escape the window. The clock shows half twelve. Holding onto the wall, I got back out of bed.

That rhythmic knock was present again.

Friction of curtain iron is a little noisy even though it is moved slowly. My vision was immediately fixed on a young man standing in front of the window. We faced each other, with the moon shining brightly behind the young man.

He cut off his sight first. A paper boat was placed in front of the window. He gave me a code to take it.

After that he left. The movement was so fast that I was confused as to which direction it went. I shook my head, I was going to close the curtains again. It's just that the paper boat illuminated by the moon was too eye-catching. I opened the window, lifted the paper boat into the air.

He's not really a stranger. Who her?

- Damaisland-