Dorin Tanea's

Episodes 10

My parents stayed for a week

this white room. Thankful that they can go home today. Me too

packing to pack things. Honestly, I don't feel like lingering

in the hospital. A day like hell especially when I was treated in

here, it reminds me of the syringe that pierced my skin

thick belemak. Ah, if you remember that it's terrible. That syringe

almost completely stuck in my chin.

“Dek, sorry yes. Because his hands are fat,

so his veins are hard to find,” is obviously a nurse who wants to take my blood

once more. I shook my head while holding my mother's hand. It's the pain

that's remarkable. I don't want to be injected again.

“Makanya .. health is more important

rather than anything else, Dorin had to pay attention to herself. No diet-diet!” Mom's words at the time.

I also returned to packing that had stopped because I remembered the past.

Grandma and Grandpa have been home for two days

the past. It is heavy to part with them. Moreover, I have spent two more years living with them, I will miss you guys.

Mom's hand is still wrapped. Wounds

the bruises on his face started to fade as well as papa. Although papa

he was allowed to go home first, but he wanted to

treated until his wife is allowed

go home. They are such a couple

sweet. The love between them grows every day. Maybe they are the most romantic couple in the world. I want to too! I screamed in my heart.

Mr. Nono helped me put the stuff in the trunk. Full up. Plus my trunk that hasn't been delivered home. From the village, I didn't go home. Shower here. Eat here.

I don't want to miss moments of warmth.

The car drove home. I sit

the front, the side of Mr. Nono. The mama-papa in the back.

I looked back for a moment. Then

back to the highway. While in the hospital, I wanted to talk

about continuing school in its place. Still confused too. At first, it was moved to SMK. Silently, however, I listened to their conversation in a state of pretending to be asleep. Papa wants me to be a doctor or

just reply, ‘Pa, it's up to Dorin to go where. Anyway, Dorin

also, right, who runs his life’. My mother's words moved me.

To me, my mother is the perfect woman; kind, beautiful, cook, loving, firm with her child, and .. ah, I cannot describe in words.

Not long after, we arrived at

front fence of the house. Pak Nono pressing the remote. Slowly the iron fence opened automatically. Sign in. The fence was closed back.

I stood long in front of the house.

Look up. Looked at my room from below. Haven't seen them in a long time, collection

beloved comic. I rubbed the left waterless corner of the eye, whatever! It might look lebay. But I really miss this house.

Huaoo!

I immediately ran inside and was greeted

Mbok Nini at the door. “Mbok, please bring my stuff!” I shouted running up the stairs. For some reason after being here, I came back to how I was. Idler words are suitable for that. If Meka was here for sure she would comment, ‘basic slackers! Bring your own stuff!’.

Hmmm, about Meka, my parents just

chuckles listening to my story about Meka's pranks on the phone. Though

his son is bullied, loh! Moreover, Mama, maybe her face has turned red

for laughter lies on the other end. She looks like Meki, Mama commented in between laughter.

Jidatku.

Nah! Uncle doesn't look like Meka.

She looks more like her mother. I denied it, but Mama continued

comments, ‘your uncle used to treat mama like that, so don't be whiny and spoiled!’.

Just look at it from the magnifying glass.

My attitude is not like my uncle.

“Oh, my dearest room,” my murmur after

being in front of the door, then rubbing the handle gently—opens slowly and steps in. My eyes watered with a bright smile watching my collection on the wooden shelves that tapped on the wall. Neatly arranged. I thought you were going to burn or throw it away. Because Mama used to protest my hobby. Despite getting angry every time you buy a comic, you can only sigh harshly.

I threw my body into the bed.

Inhaling deeply my thick blanket. The smell and the soft are still the same. I guess

Mbok Nini is always cleaning this room, there is not the slightest bit of dust stuck on the glass or on my study table.

“I miss you guys,” I muttered on the whole

this room.