Brutal Family

Part 4 Farewell

Papa says I got a nightmare, once I tell the story of last night as detailed as possible. Hell, what kind of nightmare feels real makes every sound of objects rub against it, my head then get hit. Separno that's what I explain the situation now. Even tonight when the window was knocked from the outside, I stayed for quite a while. Convince yourself that it's not Friday night.

The smile I met after the curtains were scattered to the end. He climbed the window sill into my room. I haven't calmed down yet.

Any problem?

He handed me his little note. I'm shaking. Change the smile to reply. It was quite a relief to know this guy was him.

"Night yesterday someone came."

We sat facing the window leaning against the edge of the mattress. He looked charming in the moonlight. His eyes were implying a question to me.

I let out a faint sigh, and we did not make any sound, since when did I understand the language? This ability just flows.

"So someone knocked on my window last night. I guess it was you. Papa said I had a nightmare. But what I saw was very real and creepy."

His eyes were enlarged, there was something he wanted to voice but was stuck on the tip of the tongue. I'm sure he knows something. So I went back to asking.

"You know something?"

He suddenly pursed his lips tightly. He threw his face the other way. Then write something in her little book.

I told you not to go out on Friday night.

I read the writing. This young man even woke up my curious soul. This is the second time he's banned me from going out on Friday night. What's wrong?

"I'm not out of the house!" my dispute. "Why can't you go out that night?"

He was frustrated looking at me. Usually an irritated Papa faces my curiosity. His fingers again moved on the blank sheet writing something.

"Life is needed?" my reading.

He's nodding. Although a bit stiff, he had his own charm. I am comfortable with him. This time it was his handwriting that drew all my attention to his eyeballs.

Blank.

I couldn't find any joking veins there. He's really stiff.

"Why is that scary?"

His jaw hardened, he also crumpled the paper just now. Grasping it all night. Until he came home, right in the middle of the night I silenced myself. It feels so annoying to sit alone with a statue.

Before leaving, he left a small note.

Maybe tonight will be the last time we meet. Thank you, my friend, for opening the window.

"Hey!" My hands are choppy. Mean what? Why did he suddenly write this. "What the fuck?"

But he took my check off slowly. Giving a smile, as if everything ended up here. Then his steps turned around leaving me alone. That strapping back stayed away in the darkness of the night.

I exhaled a sigh of resignation. She went. Like Mama and Lucas my ex-boyfriend.

The creaking of the window in the wind awakened my sanity to close the window. Yesterday's night's hum was still clearly recorded. I don't want to repeat it.

After the window locked, I was shocked. The red woman stood in the distance. Staring straight at my bedroom window. Immediately the curtain I pulled until his presence did not further disturb common sense. While my hand pressed a chaotic beat in the chest cavity.

***

　

The next night he did not come. I stayed up just waiting for a knock at the window. Disappointed, he really kept his writing. Run away from me before we officially get acquainted. I don't know his name yet.

The black circles around my eyes made Papa wonder at the breakfast table. Now Papa starts working at home. Only occasionally would go to the office to hand over something. This was done because his office was out of town, whereas Papa didn't want to leave me alone.

To put it simply, we could move to a place closer than Papa's office. Surprisingly Papa chose the road not to leave this house. It's obviously staying here away from the city. There are too many childhood memories, he said. After all, here are many of Papa's brothers who will take care of me when he is not busy. That's it, I don't want to. The last time I was pinned down on this family's little boy I passed out in the woods. What will happen to me soon?

Yes, because Papa did not understand what it was like to be dragged away from the coveted birthday celebration just to be bullied all out in the middle of the forest.

Papa covers the car on the shoulder of the road. A tall gate looks shabby from inside the car. Paint peeling. People wearing clothes like me enter the gate. I looked at Papa.

School new.

Papa and I went in there. The sign-in bell made some people in the fog. A man welcomed us. His name is Mr. Agus, the vice principal.

Mr. Agus said I could only enter class after the next hour. Because the flag raising ceremony is underway. I forgot, it's Monday. Papa once said, in Indonesia all school children must attend the ceremony. As a mission to defend the independence of our country. Yeah, just a small business compared to the blood of heroes. Including my grandfather's blood. Suddenly I feel very proud to be a child of the Indonesian nation.

"Do you want Papa to take you to class?" goda Papa in front of a young female teacher. Bu Nada's.

I snorted in annoyance, "No!"

Papa gave me more encouragement, had to be a good, friendly, learned boy. I'm bored, but I'm sure. Looking back, Papa faithfully stood in front of the principal's room watching me leave with this young teacher. Once again I waved my hand, Papa replied. When I remember every time I went to school, Papa was always there. Mama even knows where my school is. I'm whatever class I sanction Mama knows.

***

　

On the way to class, Ms. Nada said I should change the hair color to natural. The natural color of Bu Tone is black. He said black hair color is very polite as a student in Indonesia.

"Sorry Mom, my hair is like this." But Miss Nada doesn't seem to believe it.

We stopped in front of a second-floor class. From the outside it sounds very crowded.

They instantly fell silent as Bu Nada entered the room. I waited outside in dismay. Linking my fingers.

When my name was called, I looked at Mom in doubt. The young teacher nodded, convincing me to step foot.

Hello new world ....

***

　

My first day at the new school was not as expected. I sat down with the Goddess, the glasses girl who only cares about books.

At a time when almost everyone was hunting shaking hands with me, the Goddess casually worked on integrals. I learned that in my school before.

They are too enthusiastic about new people long living abroad. Especially because my hair is blonde. It turns out that news about me has been spread from yesterday. They think I'm bule. I am a bule, a combination of Padang and Sunda. English and Indonesian language specialist. I don't understand them speaking Sundanese, there's very little I understand. Looks like I have to ask Papa a lot to not be lied to. Justjust in case.

After they dispersed, my eyes caught the presence of someone who had been unmoved for a few days. Her.

He's right here. One class with me.

I was suddenly very happy to go to school here. Every day I will meet him.

I kept watching him. Something is strange. He is not usually clean. Does not meet the standard of appearance of a good student from the explanation of Pak Agus this morning. Far from the impression of our first meeting in front of my bedroom window. In my mind he is a person who cannot break the rules. But this, her clothes were taken out, her hair was made a bit messy. The one I saw could also laugh with his friends. Then I squinted my own hands, never hearing his voice.

"Why you?" The goddess looked at me.

I'm heartbroken.

"It's okay. Oh yeah, it's bell. Would you like to see the cafeteria at this school?"

"Related?" the Goddess underestimates. He got up from his seat, left me.

Why does the Goddess seem to hate me?

Fortunately, another friend took me. I went with them. I accidentally bumped my shoulder with him when I came out. Surprisingly he said nothing just pulling the corner of his lips. He passed after his friends. So he doesn't recognize me.

- Damaisland-