CHASING ILLUSIONS

15. SCRAPS

“While I'm not showing you, the wound fragments are still there, and there's always.”

lia Anindya Wulandari

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Teng ... teng .. teng ....

The wall clock clinks three times, the clock sign has shown at 20:00 WIB. Anindya put herself in bed. The girl's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of her simple room. The shadow of the wound that Bram had incised again appeared in Anindya's mind. To be honest, the girl was tired of her life. He was tired of all his pain, and all the trials that kept raining on him.

The girl's eyes turned to look at the doll who was always sitting sweetly on the edge of the bed. If you remember, before the painful breakup happened, Bram loved him very much. The man always obeyed whatever he asked.

Tests.

A tear just fell. It hurts so much to remember everything. Sometimes, Anindya wonders, what exactly is her fault? Why would he have to suffer such injustice? Why can't his destiny be the same as his friends' destiny? Sick, tired, wanting to give up, that was how Anindya felt each time she remembered all the wounds in the past. Wounds that he often covered, and wounds that he often ignored.

“If only my fate were the same as theirs, I would be so grateful, Lord,” Anindya muttered in between sobs.

Yep. The girl was smart. It is undeniable, Anindya desperately longs for a harmonious family. Whenever she saw children laughing with her parents, her heart was torn, sliced, and pierced. Revealed or not, the girl missed Bram very much. Honestly speaking, he wanted his family to return to the way it was, he was eager to laugh with his father as he always did, even if it was possible to hope, then Anindya's hope was only one every time; his family returned to the harmonious family he loved so much.

“Huft, what the fuck, Nin! Don't be like this!” Anindya wiped her tears rough. The girl hated every time she was at a time like this. He hated the empty time that always caused tears from the wounds of his past. Shitty

“No, Nin! You can't be like this. You must be sincere!” anindya said to herself. However, even so, tears still came down her face. Huft, it's true said everyone, no matter how much we dodge the wound, he will remain the same and in his portion. Wounds will never stop giving pain unless we can be sincere to receive it.

Anindya took a deep breath. Once again, the girl wiped her rough tears, then got up from her sleep and headed towards her study table. Yes, doing the final task that still hangs seems better than being silent and thinking about the past. That's what's on the girl's mind now.

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“Mother sure it's nothing?” Anindya's voice sounded worried this time. How not? This morning Rita had vomited twice, and last night the woman had fainted. This of course makes Anindya feel anxious about her mother's condition. If only he could choose, it was certain that the girl chose to take a day off. However, fate is not on his side. Today his boss did not give him a leave of absence on the grounds that no employee could afford to be his successor.

“Mother is fine, Son. Mom was just late eating yesterday, so mom's stomach acid went up. You can leave now, later you are late, you know,” replied Rita slowly.

Anindya looked at her mother with a gaze that was difficult to explain. It felt, she did not want to leave Rita alone in this kind of state.

“Mommy sure I don't stay?” I don't know how many times Anindya asked that question to Rita. The girl's feelings are not good. Worrying, fearing loss, and not willingly fused in Anindya's heart.

Rita nodded softly, while smiling with her pale lips. “Iya, Son. I'm fine,” he said trying to convince Anindya.

“Alright, but if there is anything direct phone me or brother yes, Mom,” message Anindya.

Rita nodded weakly. “Iya, Son.”

Anindya shook her head when she realized what she was thinking. Never mind, there is no point lamenting the situation. Whatever happened, it happened. Rice is already porridge. Nothing can be changed, and nothing can be expected. Inevitably he had to accept everything and live the destiny as he should.

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Glittering lights adorn the city of Jakarta tonight. As usual, the noise of motor vehicles clashing against each other sounded loud. However, in contrast to the atmosphere of the bustling city of Jakarta, the atmosphere of Anindya's workplace cafe is actually very quiet. There are only a few visitors there. I don't know, the last few days customers at the cafe have dropped dramatically for no reason.

Anindya massaged her head slowly. Somehow it could be, today felt so heavy for him. In fact, the activity in this cafe is not as crowded as usual.

“Nin, are you okay?” ask Chandra while sitting on Anindya's side.

“Iya, Chan. I'm good,” Anindya answered briefly.

“However, I noticed it seems like you are not doing well, Nin. Your face is pale and from earlier your concentration decreased.” Yeah, correct. Chandra was watching Anindya's behavior. The attitude of the girl was different than usual. He did not smile kindly, did not greet customers excitedly, even twice the girl had wrongly given change to customers. It's weird, isn't it?

Anindya smiled faintly. “I'm good, thank you.”

“Good. It's three and a half. We can go home soon. Maybe, if you need a friend, I can accompany you for a walk in the park while waiting for dusk to come,” said Chandra.

Actually, Chandra knew that Anindya was hiding something from him. From the change in Anindya's attitude, the man knew that Anindya was not doing well. The girl is in a tough phase, or may be unwell.

“No need, Chan. Mom's sick. So, I want to go home soon,” reject Anindya.

The girl stared blankly outwards. Considering Rita's condition last night made her feelings worry again. She wants to go home right now, making sure she's okay.

“I want to go home now, Chan. I'm worried about mom. She's alone at home.” Anindya's voice sounded faint.

“Oh, okay. Now I know what the reason you're silent is. All right, it's okay. Go home, and say hello to Aunt Rita,” said Chandra softly.

“If you need a story friend, then just contact me. Don't forget, I'm still your best friend, Nin,” continued Chandra then moved from there to serve some visitors who came.

Anindya glanced at her watch. It's 14:30 WIB. That means, in thirty minutes he can go home. The girl gave a rough breath. I don't know, thirty minutes feels like thirty years. Longtime.

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