Finals

Na Laya's

I will introduce myself before the story begins.

I was a girl who grew up in a broken home. My mom and dad separated when I was 10. I still remember, right at the beginning of the new year after the fireworks were lit they both said the word.

"Son .. Mom and dad can't be together anymore."

Among the many crowds of people who are happy to welcome the new year only I am not so happy. Seen in my eyes, both of my parents still smiled warmly after saying that word.

"But you don't worry. We will love you even if we are apart. You can sleep at your mom's or dad's."

And that was the first sweet lie I ever received. Then after that day 360° my life changed.

They pass me here and there. My mother and father's attitude changed. At first it still felt sweet in my ears and then slowly became a heart-wrenching sarcasm.

"Go to your father's place there! I can't take care of you anymore. I have a lot to think about, not just you!"

I still remember how kind and unfortunately mom was to me before that damn remark they agreed. The mother who used to be an angel has slowly changed. I couldn't even recognize his old face by then.

"I'm tired. Don't just ask me for money, go ask your selfish mother! you think finding money is easy?!"

So did my father. At school one of the teachers asked us who was the strongest in our family, and I replied 'my father!'. My father was a patient. He is also an expert in repairing goods even often asked for help by the neighbors. My father always greeted me cheerfully when I came home from school.

But look after the deal they made, slowly they showed dislike towards me.

The little me always wondered, Am I wrong? what was the cause of their divorce was me? does this have to be the way they get divorced? why was I hurt like this when I was a kid?

The question kept piling up in my head until I grew up. The red white uniform has been changed to a gray white uniform but the reality is still the same. Both my parents have divorced and the outcome of the divorce forced me to grow up to be a girl with her heartache.

I almost forgot .. My name is Na Laya and I'm an only child.

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What will you do when your family is no longer whole? Will you get used to accepting a life you don't like or will you rebel in all sorts of ways?

I used to choose the second one.

Adults always have a choice whereas children must accept the one chosen by the adult. Then they took off their hands. It is forcing me not to take responsibility either.

You can guess my next story.

I've grown up to be a young girl preparing to go through 3 years of high school alone. I think loneliness has become flesh and blood for me.

Then a man came along, ruining my loneliness.

"So the first champion for the 1st semester of all students at this school falls to ... RADITYA SON!"

The rumbling sound of clapping was heard after the headmaster's words.

At first I wasn't curious, nor did I clap like the others. However, when her voice began to sound that was the first time I found the answer to my dream.

"Naya ... What are you doing?"

"Lord! look I brought a lot of fireflies for you."

"Naya don't be sad .. There's me."

"Naya, I like you! my liking is much bigger than the sun."

The man's voice has accompanied my nightmares since my parents' divorce. The sound was repeated and made me feel used to it. I feel like I have someone and to hear that I'm back to sleep. For years I spent my days asleep. The cure for my pain is just that. I don't even know why or who the voice belongs to. That sound was real when I was conscious.

From that moment on, I secretly liked him.

I was a passive young girl. Not many friends know me. I'm also not the girl who chases after her like other girls do.

I just stood far away to see him play ball. I also kept my distance when I accidentally met in the cafeteria. Maybe in the eyes of others it will look like I hate her but it really isn't. He doesn't care and doesn't see me.

I don't want to guess. It's enough of my feelings I can feel. I also don't want him to know about my feelings let alone anyone else. I'm enough.

Although I have found the owner of the voice that accompanies my nightmares, the voice is still faithful to this day. Not only did it appear in my nightmares but it also graced my good dreams.

The medicine was not always bitter. I was even willing to enjoy it slowly so that the medicine did not run out quickly. But the wound will forever be painful even if they decorate it with the word 'beautiful wound' still it is a wound.

And my second wound is her.