Dorin Tanea's

Episode 6

“Cih, you better understand how you actually do it. Slowly the demonic figure within you will sniff out Dorin!”

“Lo don't be careless, yes, why me!” snapped the girl didn't take it.

“The reality is like that, isn't it?” The man smiled cynically. “We're the same, Riss. Both porotin the Miss Ball.”

“Fuck lo, I'm not the same kek elo!” he pushed Dino. It's not like the Karissa I know. Ruggedly. Unintentionally, I peeked at their conversation.

“Gue wonder. Why Fandy can like lo.”

“Do not switch the conversation!” chirps Rissa is getting furious.

“Lo is more rotten than me, Riss. Look, when Dorin shot Fandy. Look at them, right? With the angelic appearance. Plain sock, lo nerima Fandy. Pretend, you don't seem to know anything. And until now you are ready and benefitin ntu the Mis Ball.”

“Diam lo!”

“Why? Are you afraid of the stench of your kisses, ha? Or you are afraid your running wallet can not be highlighted again?”

It's already! Had enough. I can't stand hearing their talk. Too painful. Why would someone I trust do this and betray me?

Unbearable anymore. The tears that had just soared, were now broken. Not a crack anymore, but my heart broke into little pieces.

Karissa, why are you doing this? We have been friends for over a year. It feels like a brother. What I heard just now was the truth? Really it?

“D-Dorin ..?”

The two of them looked at me. Maybe my sobs diverted their debate.

I folded my lips, trying to hold back my tears. Then smile. “Rissa, thank you for being my best friend, and you're Doni, thank you for being my best boyfriend.” Without looking back again, I immediately ran with tears.

“Rin, Wait!” karissa shouted running after me to class, she tried to hold me back, but I brushed off her hand.— grabbed the backpack and disappeared as quickly as possible from here. My only goal is home because there is no place to go except home.

How can you reach the moon. Just passing through, you can't afford.

Is correct. I can't possibly reach the perfect Karissa in every way. I thought I was close to him, but still I was still standing below him with my innocence and stupidity.

***

My hands are no longer able to wipe my tears. My cries were muffled by the rain. Pekik also drowned along with lightning that struck. I hugged my knees in the corner of the room. Bemoan. It feels in the heart to explode, like a nuclear meltdown country. Crushed.

Wh who? Who should I trust? Same everything!

Wh why? Why would they do that to me?

What am I wrong? Everything I asked to give. But this is the payoff?

Diabolically. I can't stand it. A trusted man betrayed me. Friend or girlfriend. Just use me. And the words of someone I consider a lie are facts.

After the break, I slid into the house. No matter the lesson today. Moreover, Mama greeted me with a confused look when in front of the entrance earlier. Question iididikan. Whatever. I don't want to listen to anything or explain anything.

“Rin ...”

The knock on the door sounded weak, maybe Mama let me calm down a bit. Sorry, Mam. I don't want to worry you either. Let me do this for a moment. And I wouldn't be a fool to hurt myself. I still remember your words Mam, no matter how sick we are, we must be able to control ourselves. That is

is taught.

Will there be rainbows after the rain? Maybe not if it rains at night. This is the most painful reality.

I crawled in bed. Peeping into the window. I snorted, outside just looking glass window Vino and the rush of rain. I love rain, but I don't like lightning.

A lightning!

I hid under the blanket. A few seconds later the lightning boomed, deafening. Makes my chest beat great. My tears are not coming out. The fear of lightning woke me up from the pain.

“Rin, open the door, son!”

I touched the stomach that sounded. Hungrier. Just remember, during the break I ate only a little. The next morning I drank milk with bread. I turned to the clock on the nightstand. It's afternoon. How long have I been posing like this? Covering the body with a blanket.

Mom still knocked on the door.

“Iya, Mother. Jerk!” yells raucous.

For a moment, I stood in front of the mirror. My hair is a mess, like an unkempt lion. My eyes are swollen with a red nose. Akh, it's hard to breathe. I lifted my nose up trying to get oxygen.

“Rin, why?” hug Mama after I open the door.

“Ma, I don't want to go to school anymore,” I'm back in the arms.

“Same story mom, what happened?”

“Rin thinks it can repeat the story of Mama and Papa. It turns out that Dino only uses Rin.” My eyes started to water again. “Rissa too, the friend that Rin is proud of, turns to Rin's piercing from behind! They're the same, Mam. Equally use Rin!”

“Masa Dorin spelled out wallet running?!” connect again.

Mama rubbed my back gently.

“Mam ...” I take off the hug. Staring at Mama and saying, “I'm hungry.”

Mom smiled as she pinched my cheek. “Yuk, we are down.”

I nodded slowly. The hunger pummeled my stomach. Worms in the stomach wrapped around my stomach. Oh, I'm complaining of pain. Sometimes hunger beats everything.

***

What did Mama say later, I will not return to that school. I don't want to see Doni. I don't want to look at Karissa anymore. Tired of seeing them. The kids at school are the same. Ngeselin beg for mercy. Miss Ball is attached to me. The ninth grader also called me Miss Ball.

“Pa, how come you're not fat, yeah? Pan eat us the same!” My lyrics are on Papa's plate.

“It's the same, but Rin's going after that!” papa Ledek. Then chuckled slowly followed by Mama.

“Your father eats a lot, but Rin regularly. Your father also often goes to the gym,” explained Mama.

“What Rin can be skinny?”

“Hayuk, finish your food, cold ntar not good!”

I'm shaking my lips. Looks like Mama wants to keep me in this condition. I don't want to be ridiculed by Miss Ball.

“Rin won't eat, Rin wants to be skinny!”

Mama frowned. “Now, don't want to eat? Mama and Papa Selusin, loh!”

I swallowed spit. Who can resist that temptation. Best Mama Cuisine in the whole world. Nonexistent. Uh! Mama and Papa chuckled back to see me take all the food on the table.

The dinner was so warm and pleasant. Gathering with family is a gift because it has parents who love me. I want nothing but this togetherness.

“Rin, Mama said, Rin really wants to stay with Grandpa and Grandma?”

Tacit. I completely forgot about it. I talked about that with my mom this afternoon. If you live with Granpa and Granma in Germany, too far. I'm not good at German, I'm just chatting with Granma? While Granpa understands Indonesian, but it is difficult to speak. So I chose to live with my grandparents. I haven't been there yet. Small time. Mama said when I was five years old, I was taken to Mama's hometown. Where remember. Not even a little memory.

“Iya.” I nodded slowly. As long as you get out of school, it doesn't matter. Because I had previously proposed to change schools, but Mama would not allow it. Even if I get permission from Papa, I still meet Vino Virgo, the arch-enemy. Can't I move house too?

“Alright, if that's an option, Rin,” Papa said. Then scoop the nya back up.

“But, after Rin was there. I can't be a crybaby! Can't be spoiled! Don't bother grandparents!”

“Iya, yes! Kan Rin is big, Mam! Rin will be at home there kok.”

Mama doesn't believe her very much, same son. I'm not a kid anymore, having been there where maybe asking back and whining like a kid. Yeah, it's not. Mama should be glad I could be independent. Not constantly bothering Mama-Papa.

But ... There was doubt in my eyes. Can I be ... away from Mama-Papa?

***

“Ma, see what?” I sit next to Mama. I was flipping through an album I had never seen before.

“Whose little boy is it?” point me at a little brown blonde kid, maybe about five years old. Standing between a man and a woman.

“Hayo, guess who?” ask Mama back.

I cringe. If those two guys I know, Papa and Mama. Papa looks a little fat in the photo. Is it because Papa's job is a little bit meager? Getting out of town also drains energy. Plus come home late.

I looked back at the photo. Looking at his hair and eyes, it looks like Papa's. “What is Dorin?” I was surprised to look at my mom.

“Iya, the Dorin.”

I frowned. The little girl in the photo looks skinny. Undernourished. Is that really me? I forgot what my face was.

“Iya, first because Mama-Papa is busy. Dorin is not concerned, though. Every day he was left the same as Mbok. Dorin is also often sickly. For that, Mama chose to stop working as a chef. Choosing to raise Dorin with affection.”

I was so moved to listen to Mama's story that I shed tears.

“Dorin darling Mama!” My hug.

“Mama also.”

“Because that's why Mama prepared all the food Dorin likes?”

Mama nodded steadily.

I just grew up like this. Uh, not fertile anymore, but overflowing. I am so happy and so grateful to have parents who love me. This gratitude cannot be expressed in words. Is there a mom out there like my mom?