Dreamy Girl

Part 5 Moving Letters

Gita and Mas Tama rolled up the large carpet and placed it in the corner of the living room. The training and study is over. They started cleaning up the trash and rearranging the sofa in the room. For a few days there was a lecture to pray for their parents.

The sad faces are still faithful. Although there have been so many comforting sentences coming from relatives and neighbors who come berta'zia, but the feeling of sadness and loss will not be as easy as evaporating. Too many sweet memories were inscribed by both of their parents. Lastly, it is only the word by remembering how Rahman and Rahim are the rulers of the universe, so it is sincerity that comes out with tears that continue to flow rivers.

Vita, who was busy in and out of sweeping and throwing garbage was called by Gita the older sister to sit on the sofa that had been set to its original shape. They want to talk about something important. During the mourning period the three of them only talked potluck, only replaying the recording of the memories of mother and father that ended in tears and roars of sadness.

"Vit, sit here deck." Gita patted the seat next to her which was empty. There's a Tama mas there listening.

Vita stepped closer after putting a broom and trash can next to the door. Slowly he sat his butt next to his brother.

Gita looked at her husband, asking permission to start. The two discussed last night how to move on with their lives after the departure of their mother and father.

Mas Tama nodded with a shady smile that could not be separated from his lips.

"We'll be back in town J soon. There's been a lot of work waiting for us there, deck." Gita takes a breath. Staring at Vita who looked grim. There's a cloud over there. Eyes glazed.

Vita began to shrink her tears slowly. The feeling of being left behind was reflected in his eyes.

"We will invite you to stay together at Brother's house" Gita said in a trembling voice. Well, precisely in a simple rented house in the middle of the city with a small business that was just pioneered.

"Vita doesn't want to leave this house, sister" shook her head slowly, she closed her face with her hands, there was a little Isakan there.

"This house can't be sold!" His whisper on the sidelines of his sob.

"It's only the mother and father's legacy, huaaaa." this time the crying is getting louder. Mas Tama cleared his throat, though,

"Ehemm, it's not your brother's intention that way. Listen first" He tried to mediate patiently.

"Yes, Vit. We're not selling this house."

“We can leave the same pack RT, our nearest neighbor." Gita swallows her saliva. Then continue,

"Once a month we will come home here to stay and menziarahi nausara mother of the same father." Gita's heart warmed, said the pusara reminded her again of the absence of her parents now. Slowly she wiped her tears.

"We must continue the life of the deck. We have a job in town." Gita stroked Vita's head channeling the warmth of an older sister. Gita tried to persuade her sister.

“The new small-scale and newly sprouted, if left for too long must make the small shoots die”whispers in the heart. The economic foundation of her husband has not been stable and this is where her role as a wife and sister are mandated to keep her sister tested.

" If you want to go, just go there. I can stay alone here" said vita sulking. Then ran to his own room crying. He was not ready to leave the house where he was born. So many wonderful memories with mom and dad in this house. Although small and simple this house is like a palace, like a paradise, and a comfortable shell. When the outside world rejects it. This is where it comes back, hiding from the bitterness of the real world.

Mas Tama squeezed his wife's shoulders gently,

"Patience, Vita still needs time." they understand, Vita's not used to hanging out out there. Home is the best place for him.

"Yya mas" Gita replied with a sincere smile.

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The sun seemed timid. After a night of rain on the earth. Squirming lazily, stretching his muscles, Vita woke up from her sleep. After the morning prayers he laid his body back on the bed. The cold weather made him move. Sayup-sayup heard the talk of Kak Gita and Mas Tama.

Vita peeked out from behind the window. Since her talk yesterday with Gita. Today she decided to stay in the city with her sister.

"I'll go with Gita" he said without further ado. When Gita passes through.

"Alhamdulillah, my brother shone. Let's get ready. The sooner the better. Poor Mas Tama has to stock his own order."

"What about my school, sister?"

"We're going to your school today to take care of the transfer papers."

By using the services of ojol, Gita and Vita finally arrive at school. Soon they headed for the principal's room.

"I mourn the passing of Ananda's parents." The headmaster said after hearing the intention of their arrival to his room.

"Please report to the administrative staff to make a letter of transfer."

And again, friendly.

"Thank you sir."

They also headed to the Staff and Operator room. Not long after they are there simply ask for a cover letter to be accepted at the destination school. A few minutes after his business was done. Vita heads to the classroom to say goodbye to her friends on the advice of Ms. Dyah, the homeroom teacher. Actually Vita was very reluctant to go back there. The class is like a special room for bullying, but in order to maintain ethics, he finally follows back to class.

Vita doesn't talk much, she just follows Diyah's mother's advice, but all this time there's been no special impression she's had with her classmates for two years.

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Diyah's mother pushed the classroom door slowly. The voice that had been noisy was suddenly silent.

Mother Diyah stepped followed by Vita with her face down.

"Kids. Please time is a moment." he started. Students also looked well.

"Your friends, Vita Maharani will transfer to a new school and today wants to say goodbye to you."

“May the memories together during this school are good memories. And hopefully Vita can adapt well later in the new school.”

Everything quiet. They did not see any happy or sad expressions on their faces. Datar, that's what Vita saw. Vita felt invisible. Even though with a body this big alone he is not considered to exist especially if his body is small like a small particle like plankton.

Vita smiled stiffly. His tongue was twisted and bitter, regretting it felt good-bye if there was and if there was still no effect.

With a broken heart he walked out of the classroom. Strong determination. The new school he'll have to conquer. Slowly the door closed behind his back. Without realizing there was someone there who was not doing well.

--Connected----