Fire Sun

Honey Roasted Chicken

Gesna blinked his eyes, the surroundings were very bright. He looks around. Bias-bias sun-obstructed curtains are still trying to get into his room. Apparently the sun was high just like his stomach was rumbling and his sleep was disturbed.

He pulled out the blanket. His head felt dizzy and spinning, until he had to drag his feet to the bathroom to wash his face. But his nose smelled something. Gesna sniffed the clothes he was wearing. Oh my God, it smells like shit!

After taking a bath, Gesna forced herself down into the kitchen. Passing through the steps whose arrangement does not change, and the slowness of which becomes a habit. He opened the refrigerator to look for the mainstay ammunition when hungry and squeezed.

Yeah! Instant noodles out. Gesna sighed softly then grabbed the egg, intending to make a simple and easy omelette. Until there were footsteps in the back, his head turned.

"Well?" tanya Thunder who came with Tupperware.

"Bikin omelette," replied Gesna returning a glance to the stove. He knew who his helper was last night. In his unconsciousness and dark veil, he could feel the presence of Thunder.

"No, it's from Mamah." Thunder approached towards him, picked up the egg and returned it to the refrigerator. The man rushed to get the plate and pulled it to sit down. The purple tupperware was opened. "Burning your favorite honey. Eat, gih."

Gesna. It's time for lunch. The wall clock in the kitchen associated with the dining room shows two o'clock in the afternoon. Gesna was already hungry but the treatment of Thunder made him full.

"Why?" Thunder raised his chin and Gesna answered with a slab.  "Yes, eat the game. Same with me."

Seeing that he was not moving, Thunder then got up and placed the rice on two plates and placed one plate in front of him.

Honey roasted chicken. When Gesna longs for the presence of a mother, only Mamah is very attentive. Mamah to memorize Gesna's favorite food, cooking routine to send it on weekends. Mamah even knew the day-trip worker who was on duty at her home did not come on Saturday-Sunday.

"Buruan, Gege. The rice will be cold. Fill your energy first before I talk about it," said Guntur who has been chewing rice casually following lalapan.

Gesna just looked down, playing the rice grains on the plate. He knew that Thunder would advise him again, today.

"Pray first lo," cried Thunder Bawel. "Oh, yes. Where's gandhi? How do you not look?"

The guy put a piece of chicken breast on Gesna's plate.

"Go."

Gesna swapped the piece of chicken breast that Thunder gave off with a piece of lower thigh. He's not having an appetite.

"Where?"

"Father Mom."

"Oh... Uh, tumben you're not coming too?" ask Thunder again. Usually, Gandhi would visit this house on weekends and Gesna always accompanied Gandhi to go to the playground. What Thunder did not know, Gandhi did not come to this house for almost a month.

Gesna turned to Guntur for a while and then looked back at the plate. Bribing a small lump of rice into the mouth. The blob feels like a pebble. "Gandhi's not going to come here. Yesterday's court decision, her custody fell to Mama. She is forever the same Mama in Bandung," explained Gesna flat.

Thunder chokes. Intention to scold Gesna is gone. He hurriedly grabbed a drink and then closed his chair beside Gesna. "Ge, sori. I don't know."

Gesna's eyebrows shot up casually, as if it wasn't a big thing. But if that wasn't the case, why was Gesna unconscious last night? Thunder rubbed gently on Gesna's head. "Why not a story, anyway?"

Gesna just kept quiet and showed off her teeth as usual. A smile that Thunder never liked. Gesna often smiles or laughs in inappropriate circumstances. Making Thunder can not understand, what Gesna really feels.

"Yes, it's okay."

"Really?" tanya Guntur.

Gesna's eyes turned lazy. "Yes, it's true, if it's wrong to go to hell."

Thunder tried to smile despite wondering in his heart. Doesn't Gesna trust him? Is he not worthy of a story? Guntur always told Gesna what with Gesna? The girl will tell the story if urged or found out.

He went back to face the rice and finished his meal quickly while Gesna looked troubled to spend his share. After they finished eating, they sat in the living room, facing the television.

Guntur knew Gesna in the first semester of Junior High. Starting from basketball, they became close. At first, he often saw Gesna and Gustav playing basketball on a court beside the house. Thunder was interested in learning basketball. Gesna and Gustav did not hesitate to teach the beginner Thunder. Moreover, Gesna, the girl always motivated him to know basketball.

In the past, Thunder was once astonished by Gesna. Gesna basketball game is very flexible for the size of Junior High. However, once he finds out Gustav is the captain of basketball at his High School. Thunder then felt it was natural that the game Gesna could be as cool as that.

A tanned guitar was lying on the sofa. Thunder grabbed and started strumming Gustav's guitar. "No PR, Ge?"

"PR? What is PR? Some kind of food? Or some kind of soft drink?" asked Gesna as she lay down on the thick carpet of feathers.

The thunder clucked and made his laugh. "That's so funny, Kebo! That's what he said IPS kid, slacker."

Gesna.

"Naughty-naughty," added Guntur.

"Still listen to me, still listen. Not yet sleding," replied Gesna leaning her head on the edge of the sofa. Dizziness from drunkenness last night is still felt.

"Disposal," continued Guntur who then mengeplak Gesna. "Lo why enter IPS, Ge? Isn't biology good? Physics is also good I see."

"I found my mom."

"With IPS there is also a math?"

"It's not hard like math on IPA! What about the Pinter boy? That's not knowing!" gesna replied as she threw the sofa cushion at the man.

Thunder brushed off the pillows that came. "So, that's just alesan so you choose IPS?" its decan. Because Gesna chose IPS also eventually they are no longer one class. Whereas in the past when Junior High, Gesna and Thunder were always one class. Their absences were close together.

"Child IPA crispy. Sok seriously, all the sincerity. There is no solid-solid, the class is not cool. Just so you know, Miss Henny to call me and ask why I chose IPS. Not that I can't get into IPA but I don't want to," defended Gesna with length.

"Somehow the hell do people always corner the IPS class like an outcast class? Though as great as IPA children, the state is also dominated by business people, political figures who are average IPS graduates. And do not forget, the country is said to be developed if the economy is strong," added Gesna.

Thunder smiled faintly. From now on, Thunder was trying to make Gesna speak. The silence of that chatty man was terrible. Gesna always expressed objections or dislikes, but Thunder never heard Gesna tell her about her feelings.

Gesna moved his head to Thunder's left thigh. His legs he let dangle into the back of the sofa. "Life is only once, my gugun. It's a shame to get passed around with the usual stuff. It's a pity to miss what's called an IPS class."

"Life is only once. Life needs to be lived. So keep on defending you. What is an IPS class?" lure Thunder again. His hands were still strumming the instrumental guitar.

"God... Hence messing around to 11 IPS 1, Gun!" Gesna's gaze was straight on the ceiling of the room, white as frozen snow.

"Yes, there's nothing. The guy just to unplug everything."

Gesna laughed. Laughter that was deliberately raised so that the room in this house was not too quiet. 

Thunder knew, the laughter sounded discordant. For a moment he stopped his guitar quote and gently rubbed a glance at the top of Gesna's head. Almost five years friendly with this girl, the condition of the house is still the same. Always quiet with busy residents alone.

"I'm sleepy anyay, you wipe so much like a kitten." Gesna brushed off Thunder's hand.

Thunder chuckles. "Kebo lo's son, mah. Sleeping kayak bangke!"

"Gue said Papa you know, you said he was kebo."

The guitar was picked again by Thunder. Syahdu. He longs to be able to calm Gesna down, but he has no idea what Gesna's heart is. Is it happy, is it sad or even relieved by the divorce of his parents?

"Hey, Jude... Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better."

The Thunder Quote blocked Gesna instantly. "Gun, lo nape did you like old bat songs? I'm like a grandfather."

"Lo know what, Ge? Songs of the past were not like songs today. In addition to that old song will be remembered all the time. Old songs also make us learn many things, because the content of the song is not only alay aja love," explained Guntur. "Our Hey Jude song. The song was written by McCartey for Julian, his son Lennon. Lennon divorces Cynthia, Julian's mother. This song says that do not be too dizzy the same problem but also do not be too relaxed. The problem is a challenge, it must be passed."

Gesna fell silent, Thunder continued his chant.

"Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin. Then you begin to make it better. And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's fool who plays it cool. By making his world a little solder."

"Don't be afraid to take on your challenge, Ge. Although your ways are different from others. Don't worry about the sneers of people as long as you are right and don't disturb others," continued Guntur explained the meaning of the song sung.

Gesna closed her eyes, looking stupid. Though the explanation of Thunder was very much in his little heart.

Thunder glanced a little and continued chanting softly.

The song's lyrics further made Gesna feel in Julian's position. As a child, he was tired of seeing millions of commotion in his own home. Screeches of his mother, dings of goods from his papa, Gandhi's cries accidentally saw that. Always like that when gathered, instead of giving up longing. Honestly, the sadness is even chronic.

Gesna. Why are those who are called parents unwise? For trivial things, for example, solving problems together or arguing together without being heard by the child. He said he was an adult? But age does not mean making people think maturely. What difference does it make to a 17-year-old? It's the same labile.

"Hey Ge, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her under your skin. Then you begin to make it better. Better, better, better, better, better, oh!"

Thunder's hand rubbed Gesna's head. Little Thunder knew the state of the Gesna family. The split is too transparent, visible to the naked eye.

Gesna could not be dugem if the supervision of the girl was tightened. Instead of being tight, the surveillance into Gesna is getting slack. In the name of friendship, Thunder cannot complain. Thunder could only accompany and guard Gesna.

"Udah ah, more ugly you scowl that. More kayak kebo," comfort Thunder. "Kebo ireng."

Gesna was silent and still closed her eyes.

Thunder squeezed Gesna's nose with anxiety. "Smile dong. Nang ning, ning nang ning. Nang ning, ning nang ning nung," the thunder goda was as if it was coaxing a baby child.

Gesna's lips pursed because of that.

"Let's smile sweet boy. This capa boy? Nang ning, ning nang ning nung."

"Shut up, you fat rhino!" maki Gesna while hitting Thunder's arm.

Thunder laughed loudly seeing Gesna being persuaded. He's not offended. Seeing Gesna being able to curse is a sign that the girl is okay.

"Where else are you going tonight?" Guntur already knew, Saturday night a Gesna would definitely not be at home. "If you don't know where to go, just go home, yeah."

Every Friday night until Saturday evening, the Thunder family always gathers fully at home. The family became a model for Gesna, because differences did not make them break up or separate.

Patient Mom and wise Papah are parents who successfully raise both children with affection. Children who are quite affectionate at home usually will not look for affection outside. Even if Thunder looks mischievous on the outside, just because of excessive kindness. His best friend will always accompany Gesna, wherever Gesna wants to go.

Gesna owed much to Thunder and his family. Gesna loved them all very much.

"Sir Gesna!" A shrill voice came from the living room. A little girl ran towards them, her hair twitching cutely. "What's sick to Gesna? Later if healed, play to the house, dong. Don't miss Rainbow with Mamah?"

Rainbow, the little girl who just came said spoiled to Gesna. The two-pointed girl was her younger brother Thunder but also close to Gesna. Rainbows often tell anything to Gesna, ranging from the exculpation that must be followed until the guy who was dragged down. Rainbow said, he felt better the same story of Gesna than the same Thunder.

Gesna smiled looking at the advancing Rainbow lips. Apparently Thunder reasoned to Mamah that he was sick.  "Sir Gesna hurt his head a lot. Well, maybe, later if we're better off watching marathons, huh?"

The rainbow nodded enthusiastically then said to Thunder. "Bang, said Mamah, if you have finished eating straight home. Don't bother Gesna. Let's get his sister a rest."

Gesna laughed. "Yes, go back to you. This sick man has healed in your sight."

Thunder nodded and put down the guitar. "Later at night you can go to the house, Ge," repeated Thunder reminded.

Gesna. Thunder Intent is very good. Merely, he did not want to trouble the family.

"Yes, we're back." Thunder rose up while shaking the top of Gesna's head. "It's better, Ge."

"Dadah Sister Gesna. See you." Rainbows waving hands.

The departure of the two men Gesna intervened with a smile. Until the two backs were away, Gesna's smile then faded.

Had he been able to ask, he still wanted Thunder's company. That's the name he called last night. Although the world was spinning and her head was pounding, Gesna could feel that something was wiping her face, hands and feet. And that's Thunder.

At a time when all busy themselves and leave Gesna. Can Gesna ask Thunder to stay?

Gesna doesn't like to be lonely.

Gesna bored himself.

Gesna wants to be noticed.

Gesna also needs a sharing friend.

No one knew, her smile had been fake all along.