Colorless Aurora

Stupid deed

Everything looked like yesterday, desolate and dark, the cold road was enveloped by the night wind.

I felt bored just walking with the current to a place for me to rest, seeing the same pole as yesterday, the lines of electrical cables that take each other places, he said, and the wild cats that are interconnected looking for a mating partner.

For a moment I thought . "Why is it always like this ."

Even someone who often follows me may be too bored just to pay attention to useless creatures.

It felt strange when the porch lights at home were on, standing in front of the fence, I thought .

"Ah, did I forget to turn it off...

no, that's impossible, obviously I turned that light off this morning ." I muttered that felt strange.

Thinking about the possibility that happened about the lights on in the house, and I can't blame if there is a demon that helps turn on the lights because it is too dark. But it's not possible.

Just one more I thought of another possibility.

"What Sina got into my house, ah that's also impossible, I think now he's still working ." I muttered that I still thought only because of the porch lights.

It just ended in uncertainty, as if I had forgotten about it and the only reason for me to be calm, about what was going to happen, when I went into the house.

I walked slowly, opening the gate carefully, there was not even the sound of a wheel turning from the gate, because I knew this gate I was pushing, so there could be no wheels.

Feeling like I'm on a secret mission like James Bond, of course, just to get into my own house I have to roll over and get down.

It really makes me feel like this is a stupid act and I want to do it. Yeah because it's too chipped.

Getting closer to the entrance of the house and while in front, I put my ear to the door, trying to listen to the sound of life inside.

Increasingly concentrating my concentration, a voice sounded faint.

"Kaaaaakkak seeeddaannggg aaapaaaaa."

It was very faint, but the voice came and more clearly, the voice of a woman. I can guess, maybe he's about 14 years old, 160 tall, 47 pounds, more or less, a little blond black hair, a length beyond the shoulders and he's very close.

I can guess all that, because the sound pressure that can be said to be as clear and somewhat discordant, it is very similar to the voice of my sister, nagisa.

"What are you doing ?." The more clearly it sounds .

The voice came with the touch of a finger towards my shoulder, looking back, a beautiful girl with slightly blond hair at each end, confusedly staring full of questions.

If anyone else is looking, it makes it look like the model of the annual fashionable girl magazine, but I have forgotten, when the magazine was published .

"What are you Nagisa." I said as I looked at Nagisa with the complicated face she showed.

"Don't ask me, don't you miss your sister who came all the way home from Tokyo just to see that stupid brother rolling over in the yard."

Nagisa's words were very clear that she was angry.

It was obvious that this was one of the possibilities that did not fit into my count earlier, so I added, a little sister came to see her stupid brother and turned on the porch light.

It happens very rarely .

"Yes, come on in. I've made you some food ." Nagisa said who was still upset .

For some reason my glance changed as I opened the door of this house, as if the lonely room was slightly healed by the shadow of the laughter of the little girl who ran after the teddy bear in the hands of a boy .

"Nagisa, welcome home ."

Said I saw Nagisa from behind .

He smiled and looked at me, turned his body and said .

"Yes my sister's coming home ." Nagisa smiled as she said that.

The more I felt this silence had enveloped me for so long, in the corner of a dirty room full of cobwebs and the sound of crickets that might have started coming into the house.

Now a little changed, with the other residents returning home, to this house.

I've been locked up in loneliness for too long, for so long that I probably didn't recognize my own sister's face, sitting face to face at the dinner table that I rarely use.

Nagisa, my sister is looking at me, it is a little awkward to see her who has not come home for a long time.

With Nagisa's fourteen years old, I saw her already being such a beautiful woman, I was ashamed to say so.

In silence he began to speak .

"Sister, have you not decided to go to school in Tokyo yet."

The question that started this conversation on the dinner table .

I know for sure Nagisa will ask that, but it's too soon to open the conversation of a brother and sister who three years did not meet .

"Every time you talk to me, why does the question always come ." I muttered a little and I watched as Nagisa chewed on the food in her mouth, it was all different from the Nagisa she used to be.

"Silver was given a scholarship to attend Harvard, to get a master's degree, but why did you turn him down." Nagisa said in an annoyed tone.

"For this brother of yours, sometimes there is something that the standard genius cannot understand, for happiness sometimes cannot be measured by the logical calculation of physical formulas alone." I said I was a little proud to say that word.

Nagisa seemed to frown upon hearing my reason, she herself should understand, why I do not want to leave this place, and that is the little happiness I have now .

"But I want you to get a master's degree and continue your company." Nagisa said that was not wrong about it.

"Dad, if that's the case why he never showed up to say this to me." I'm a little upset to hear everything that has to do with dad.

She's my sister, the ten years I've been with her in this house, as if she doesn't understand anything, though it should be easy to say that I'm willing to go to America or anywhere else.

But if I'm not the one guarding the mother's relics in this house, then who else. Dad should have known that.

"I'm tired already, and tomorrow there's a lot of things to do so you want to rest ."

I stood up and left the dining table, all sorts of excuses I used to escape from reality.

She's Nagisa, my sister, she hasn't changed a bit, she's still an inconsiderate sister to her sister, but let it be, let it be, because Nagisa is still the sister I love and part of my own happiness.