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Season 2Is That Feeling Hidden Somewhere?
Kanya's remarks about Aksa's feelings to be conveyed to Araz, continue to disturb the man's mind. Again, he was captivated by the daydream and ignored the woman who still held him in her arms. However, this time, it was precisely the woman's speech that made her daydream.
Is it true, Aksa keeps her feelings somewhere? Like Arez who granted Kanya's request through her? If yes, but where?
Araz was completely unthinkable about where Aksa had been feeling all along. Is there any place that has escaped his observation? If there is, where is the possibility of that place?
What, Eomma?
It's getting impossible. Araz knows best, although Aksa is closest to their mother, but her sister does not want her mother to know her anxiety all along. Aksa doesn't want Haneul to worry about her. Although it is inevitable, they still make both Haneul and Bagaskara worried. Especially to Aksa. However, as much as possible, Aksa will try to minimize it.
If not Eomma, then where is the possibility that he kept his feelings?
Araz was still thinking about the possibilities that occurred when the memories he had forgotten suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Hyeong .. guess what I found." The voice seemed to emerge from the ancient realm.
A boy still in a blue-and-white uniform runs towards Araz who has just arrived home after escorting a student demo at the HI Roundabout. Araz watched his younger brother who was still in the white-blue uniform. Adhyaksa was not strong enough to attend a public school like other children his age. In order to meet the learning needs of his youngest son, Bagaskara - the father - called a private tutor to teach him. However, Aksa insisted on wearing a uniform because he wanted to look and feel like other children his age. Bagaskara never forbade. Even the teacher who taught him did not mind. As a result, Aksa always wears a uniform when attending private school at the Bagaskara family home.
"Call 'Mas', Aksa, '" Araz said as his sister called him 'Hyeong'.
Although Araz has half the Korean blood passed down from his mother, he is still unfamiliar with the culture his mother introduced. Except to call the woman who gave birth to her eomma. Maybe because he was used to living in a friendly word-speaking environment in Javanese since childhood. According to Araz, it was not in accordance with the manners teachings taught to him during his stay with Bagaskara's brother and his grandparents. Although Araz still accepts the differences in their family. That is what he was taught.
While Aksa who spent more time with her mother since childhood, more airy to accept the culture introduced by the woman he called amma. She is even more fluent in Korean than Araz who has no mastery of her mother tongue at all. Therefore, sometimes Aksa still often called him 'Hyeong' rather than 'Mas' as taught by Araz.
"Ah ... sori, it's customary to often call 'Hyeong'," said Aksa still according although in fact he does not like to call his brother with the name 'Mas'. "So, look what I found, 'Mas'!" added Aksa by emphasizing on the word 'Mas' while showing a carved box measuring 30 cm x 20 cm x 15 cm in his hand.
"Where did you find it?" ask Araz curious.
The man recognized the box in Aksa's hand as a gift from his uncle to store his valuables as a child. However, since his move to Jakarta and his increasing age, Araz forgot the existence of the object until Aksa found it.
"There's a pile in the shed. Mr. Adam gave the task to recycle items that were not used. When I helped Amma in the barn to find the things I needed, I found these. It belongs to Mas Araz, right?"
Come to think of it, if Araz used to keep his precious things in that box, would it really be safe? Good thing Araz never really had a valuable object. So, he didn't need to keep it in that box.
"Daebak! This is a treasure, Mas Araz? Pantes a box is very heavy," cried Aksa excited when he found out the contents in the box.
Araz laughed when he saw the contents of the box filled only with marbles, rocks with various strange shapes, dried leaves, and so on, until the petals of the flower are almost intangible shape due to wear eaten age. It was so nice to laugh at his own stupidity when he was a kid. Even though the things in the box have their own memories.
The man remembered very well, as Aksa who could not do much, he was not allowed to play too often as a child. The condition does not allow for heavy activity. Especially get out of the house. Even if you have to play outside, you have to limit the hours and distance. More often, Araz's friends who play in the yard of the grandfather's house are indeed vast. It is not a game that requires a lot of energy. The only thing Araz could follow was playing a concubine.
Once, Araz, whose illness required him to stay at home, was eager to play with his friends who had not come since he was ill. However, neither grandfather nor uncle allowed little Araz to go play. Until one day, a child mocked him and showed off the marbles he had. Araz who never went to play, certainly didn't have. He whines to Grandpa to buy marbles, but not to be granted. The same when asking uncle.
Araz eventually ran away from home and borrowed five marbles from his friends. Who would have thought with those five borrowed marbles, Araz managed to win many times in the game and amassed the most marbles among his friends. The marbles were in the wooden box found by Aksa.
"Can this do me, Mommy?" tanya Aksa still did not lose her spirit. For Aksa who has never played out of the house at all, of course having something valuable for her brother is an immeasurable treasure. Moreover, he had never owned a single marbles item.
"What do you want to do?"
"It still doesn't know, but I think I'll someday think what I want to do."
Araz did not argue with his sister's wishes. Whether it was talented or because the boy was meticulous and painstaking and had a lot of free time, the many second-hand items in their home became something aesthetic in Aksa's hands. Start the display until the tools are often used by Eomma. This is what would make Araz happy to visit art galleries. Because, by enjoying aesthetic goods in galleries or art markets, always remind him of Aksa. Moreover, his sister also likes to paint to fill his free time.
After all these years Araz had forgotten about the events that happened so many years ago, why was it only now that he remembered them again? Especially in the box that Aksa had once found as a storage place for valuable objects in childhood.
"I know, it seems like Aksa did keep her feelings to somewhere. Although I'm not entirely sure either, but there's no harm in trying, right?" said Araz so suddenly after a long silence. Thinking of the possibilities for Kanya's words about Aksa. "Come, we'll have to find it while we're still here."
Araz's steps were so light as he took Kanya running through the neatly arranged garden grass. The Bagaskara family garden nurse was indeed the best doing her job. There is not the slightest part of the garden that looks deformed even though only a fingernail tip. That's what makes Araz's steps so light. Running on the garden grass that he had never done for a long time, made Araz feel his own sensation for him. Moreover, his curiosity at the goodbye message that Aksa left behind, made the man even more excited.
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Results of confusion in the morning. Hello everyone, forgive me for running away and hanging up the story of Araz and Kanya. 🥺🥺🥺
