Brutal Family

Part 5 Forbidden

I sat under a shade tree for half an hour. Papa hasn't come to pick me up yet. Many times I saw the watch in my hand, the needle kept moving leaving me. My throat was drying from a long wait.

I turned to the school gate again, in this new place I had to be extra patient to adapt. They always look at wonder every time I walk. Not infrequently they widen the path, leaving me alone. This foreign treatment is very uncomfortable.

Once again I was tired. If the walk is far away, I don't know the way home.

I don't know since when a man standing in front of me thrusting something green in plastic. He's my school student too, our alma mater is the same.

"Cendall?"

I watched the green lights inside. Dew dripping on the plastic made my throat move up and down. The man with no identity on his left chest smiled as he tilted and swung the green drink so I could pick it up.

"Om Lingga hasn't picked up yet?"

After I received his fresh drink, he sat down beside me.

"You know my Papa?"

"Yes, Om Lingga is my father's brother. I'm Heman." His hand was floating in the air, I looked at him in wonder. "Your cousin is number four."

"Well," I replied without replying to the hand. He smiled bitterly. I'm starting to remember who he is. One of the conspirators who pranked me the other day.

"You know," it's fast. "You want to go home with me?"

"Huh?"

"Ear afternoon. It's not good a pretty girl sitting alone by the side of the road. Come on!"

My feet automatically follow Heman. Maybe because you are tired, and want to quickly get home. I forgot the appearance of his premonition.

He's parked a motorcycle on the outskirts of the school, I guess we'll keep walking until home. Thankfully, I was able to sit down while finishing this refreshing drink. What was his name just now? A cendol? Hm, could too.

Arriving home, Papa was cool playing with ornamental fish in the old pond. I ignored Papa's greeting out of annoyance.

It feels like my body is very sticky and also smells of sweat. The mirror in the teak cabinet reflected my face. I remembered the trip to the house earlier, when I was piggybacked by Brother Heman. Yes I decided to call him that, it turns out he was a year older. In the middle of the road I met him, it turns out he greeted Brother Heman instead of greeting me. Our eyes clashed for a moment, then he left without even the slightest smile.

Shit! What the hell is he, so arrogant.

What's really up with him. I don't get it. Why does he act like he doesn't know me and why in front of others he can talk while when he's with me he says everything in writing.

Is it because we met during the day so she doesn't want others to know about our relationship? A connection? Haha, I am am ticklish myself. The clarity of attitude I have not yet got. Especially relationship.

His unlucky face looked even more handsome when seen in the light during the day. His smile, not anymore, but his laughter and heavy voice made me want to forbid him to share it with others. Enough in front of me. And I was confused how to behave, follow her game or directly ask her news.

I slammed the bag, venting resentment. In fact, it is not enough to reduce the gerrymandering in the heart.

Still in a white-gray uniform, I walked out of the room. It seemed like cold water was able to flush a hot throat after recalling one's obscurity.

The pouring of water from the teapot into the glass changed the sound of a rough gulp to three glasses. I wiped the corners of my lips, the water in the countryside was unusually fresh. Papa said, there's a spring coming out of the ground. Rainwater is filtered in the soil and then flows into the homes of residents. Amazingly.

A pitched quote drew my attention to the black door. I thought Papa or the Ua. I listened to her voice right from behind that door. The clockwork ticks are beating the heart. Suddenly the mood was strange. At the last minute, my feet trembled to hear the mystical excerpts.

The sound is similar to koto, a traditional Japanese musical instrument that Yosuke once performed at a school in Canada. After I approached, they were not the same. Different sounds. I don't know I don't understand, I don't remember Koto being this gentle. Or is Yosuke not good at playing it? I chuckle at my own thoughts and remember Yosuke.

They were mistaken, I was always curious in front of anything behind the ban.

One night, I saw Ua Lisna come out of this room. My focus was on Ua Lisna's fear. It's getting interesting the soul wants to know. What else can I not know and why.

I slowly cut the distance. This courage seems to come down from the blood of reporter Mama. At least I got something from my mom. Thanks Mom.

Pictures of Grandpa holding a long-barreled gun stalking my every move. I just realized, Grandpa's eyes in the picture felt alive.

Before pushing the door that turned out to be unlocked, I looked into Grandpa's eyes. Ask for his permission and compromise through the mind so that this is only a secret between us. Last I gave him the soldier salute, as if the entry permit had been in his grasp.

To be honest I was a bit creepy, this door turned out to be heavy. The decitants were quite long, stopping the passage of musical instruments that made me curious. A cold chill hit my face in the dark. This room has minimal light. Then my hair stood up as a sign of something strange.

I cremated the doorknob, gathering another 30 percent of the courage from next to my feet that were stuck in the doorway. From here I can breathe a foreign scent. For me who first felt the smell, this is somewhat mystical. I glanced at the living room, I could hear Papa laughing with someone in the yard. I don't know who. Still busy with fish. No one is watching my activities now. Then one passage ignited me to put my whole body into that space.

I feel called. It was as if the voice was prepared for me.

BLAMMING.

The door closed itself as soon as I entered. I was shocked by it. Both hands clenched on both sides, strengthening the heart that began to waver seeing this space full of musical instruments, more precisely a set of musical instruments. The embers of the fire that began to extinguish in a red brick container reflected a small smoke on the side of the string instrument like a koto.

I'm sure this mystical scent comes from that smoke.

My feet did not stop walking toward a table. There are many colorful flower petals, some glasses filled with water exposed to two candle lights as the light source of this room.

A crystal-clear jar was highlighted by light from above. My head is looking up, there's some kind of air vent. It seems I was hypnotized by the beauty of the urn, where a flower-carved konde stitch was on it.

Hand raised.

Excerpts again sounded, my head turned to the object in the corner of the room. No one, but the strings move on their own.

Without orders I step back. Cold sweat starts to slide on the surface of the back. My heart revolted to run fast, but this leg felt nailed to the earth.

I stood in the middle of the room, while another musical instrument started to contribute its voice. It's creepy. They actually form instruments. Damn my heart goes with their rhythm. Uncontrollably. Both my hands tightly shut their ears but could not shake the noise.

When I opened my eyes because of the sudden silence. I felt the change of atmosphere so strongly. A long haired woman was standing right in front of me. His eyes were red with anger. Jasmine flower strands along the straight hair are so dominant.

Instantly my body was lightly slammed into the door. Pain and pain I have not felt. The greatest feeling right now was the fear of dying at the hands of this woman.

I can hear my own breath. He made my lunglaik body stand back by strangling me until it could not tread on the floor. The rebellion cannot match the strength of his own. I can only hope that anyone will help me at this time.

Paras his father, his cruel eyes were recorded clearly before being robbed of the darkness. My body was knocked down again to the cold floor.

Papa ... Please .....

　

　

- Damaisland-