Grizzled
Episode 52
“You won, Shir!” the Eagle said it showed its value which was five numbers below me. Eh?! Seriously?!
Unhealed from the shock, my phone shook first. One incoming message from an old contact never sends me a message. The line I read gave me reflexes to look at the window, the crowded front yard of the school because I had just rang the bell home.
I was in a hurry to run from my place. Suddenly forgetting the Eagle and our previous conversation. I don't want to wait long.
“Eh, Raaa! Don't rush home, dong! The exam is over! Relax first! We're kayaking regular!” sindi said intercept me at the door.
“No, this time I was in a hurry!” my answer was heartless, but Yasinta who suddenly appeared out of nowhere immediately withdrew my hand, sitting me back next to the Eagle.
Before I understood much, from the outside Ardian entered while babbling with his cellphone propped up in tongsis. My feeling is starting to get bad. Don't-don't ....
“Ya, this time we have been with the duo who are again involved in the exciting challenge! Let's say hello first, here! There's our class star Shira who was in the early days of the challenge to get sick! But it's healthy, isn't it, Ra? Yes, dong! And next to him is our class leader! Say hi, you two!” the word Ardian makes me squint. I didn't think a vlog lacking this kind of work was actually made. Friends who wanted to narcissistic in the frame sounded noisily behind us.
“Lang, please remove them this time!” my door.
“No, I don't want to get involved. It's your fault for letting them all know,” replied Eagle was just engrossed in playing his phone.
“Who did you say? Who couldn't lower the sound of that time to the entire listening class?!” my reply is not to be blamed.
“Wah, fun, here! Even the front camera noise! Oh, yes, Shira, what if the whole class knows? We can support you, you know! After all why is the purpose of your competition as if covered up? Tell me, dong, who will win, huh? Got what gift? Continues the loser punished how?” ask Ardian.
“Lang! Help answer! To get your phone, ah!” I said grab his phone. It sucks when he doesn't care. The eagle stared at Ardian.
“Why do you all feel the need to know?” asked the Eagle with a hostile face.
“Wah, must know, dong! You two are suddenly sticky everywhere it's been curious! Rather than us gossiping in the back, shouldn't we ask for clarification from you guys? What is there really to do with this competition? If there really isn't anything serious, you two can definitely explain it to us!” ardian said forcefully.
“But, Yan, I think there's something, anyway!” timpal Yasinta suddenly, “Shira never even wanted to open my mouth to me who .. well, you all know! I'm a close friend, but Shira keeps a secret. Doesn't that mean there's something serious?”
“Wah, a close friend of Shira, you definitely know a lot of things!”
“No, I myself still often made curious!”
“Yas, you once promised not to stove like this again!” I said glaring at him indignantly, but he was instead ordered to reap various statements that are not true. I got into a heated argument with him.
“Wah, crazy! You guys really can't keep quiet huh?! Lang, don't just stumble! Give them an explanation!” I can't stand being played continuously.
“What? You want me to explain the truth?!” reply Eagle.
“Ja ... don't, dong! Make up something or something!” reply upset. Tumben once he's less intelligent. Didn't expect my words just invited curious, friends increasingly noisy. Really, I don't have much time to deal with this shit!
Right-left was besieged, the only way to escape was by jumping over the table. It's disrespectful indeed, but what my friends did to me was much more disrespectful, scraping for privacy like that! I immediately ran away from the classroom to then hit someone at the door. The box he was carrying fell and the cake inside was a mess.
“Yaaah! Shiraaa!” whining that guy who turns out to be Nike. I was stunned to see the tarts with cream that had been splattered in some parts. Also his seventeen-numbered candle fell and went out.
Next to the music playing from the sound of the class, the friends simultaneously sang Jamrud's Happy Birthday song, surrounding me who was still dumbfounded when Yasinta ruffled my hair. Nike grumblingly saved the partially damaged cake and lit the candles again.
“Blow candles, Ra! Make application!” said. Ardian is still recording with his phone. Birthday, eh? I haven't celebrated it in a long time and have forgotten a lot about my birthday, thinking it's no different than a typical day.
“Waduh, seriously, nih, Shira's reaction is just like this? Why, Ra? Less lively yes surprise?” ask Sindi.
“Eh, no .. no, it's not. I thought Yasinta told you that I don't like celebrating like this,” I replied.
“Indeed, Ra! But this is the seventeenth! Sweet seventeen! We want to give you something you will never forget!” refute Yasinta. Sweet, huh? I swallowed my laughter, looking down. A little moved because they cared about me so far, but they shouldn't have bothered because my parents gave me the same gift too, which I didn't forget ... although not as sweet as it should be.
It's too coincidental that my parents had to split up when I was seventeen.
“Lantas if you don't like it, you don't want to appreciate the friends who have prepared all this?” asked the new Eagle to get up from the bench Yasinta next to me earlier, poking cream cake that was already messy and playing it in the hand, “entah why even though I who was not involved with all this was a little upset, a little bit, especially friends who have bothered. I didn't even hear you say thank you. Basic!”
I was shocked when the Eagle suddenly applied the cream in his hand to my cheek.
“Nah, right! At least pretend to be impressed!” yasinta replied doing the same thing on the cheek next to mine followed by the others as well. The show smearing my face with cream was going on. I also reply to anyone who stains my face. Still continuing her vlog, Ardian asked me to cut and divide the rest of the cake that had not been broken.
Just slicing the first piece, I noticed a white chocolate topping on this cake that reminded me of someone.
“Come, first cut for whom, nih?” ask Ardian.
“Anu ... is there anyone else behind all this?” I looked at Yasinta and Nike in turn. They are probably the only ones who know.
I was surprised, I forgot to see that guy. Ah, lest he's gone because he gave me a cake? Again I looked at the front of the school from the window, a little quiet. I knew the old white sedan, and the man who opened the car door was about to enter.
“Yaaaahh!!” I screamed with all my might. The man looked at me. I didn't get to call, I just took off a voicemail.
“Stay there! Don't go anywhere! Who wants to be given a cheap cake!” I said then immediately went down to meet him, forgetting the cake cutting event earlier. No one's stopping me anymore.
Not much has changed since the last time I met, the man in front of me doesn't look like a father of two. The short-sleeved, cream-colored shirt he wore was so well suited to his bright skin.
“Shira ..”
And the way he says my name is still lispy, it sounds funny when an adult is talking like that. Is she a toddler who just learned to talk? A moment later he laughed, having to shut his mouth to hold his lap.
“What's Dad laughing at, heh?!” I got upset and then realized my face was covered in cream cake.
“Okay, that's right! The birthday celebration of High School children is still the same as Kindergarten! Hahaha ..” answers are still trying to muffle laughter. With the rest of the shame I wiped my face with the tip of the uniform arm. So, all along the corridor I was running around with a face like this?
“Ow, hey! Don't be so lazy, dong! Later if the nodes can not be lost how? Sister is seventeen years old ‘kan? Not ashamed if the uniform so colorful?” tanyakanya.
“I'm more embarrassed chatting with Dad while being noticed by friends like this!”
“Oh yes? Ah, that's them! Hello, thank you for being my daughter's friend!” father said waving towards the friends watching from the classroom window. The most odd Sindi waved back seemed to be at odds with the equally odd Nike.
“No need to spread charm! Let's get out of here!” I replied, pulling him into the car.
“Jealous as mom starts to look at Sister, nih!” said Father.
“Daddy is happy to make mom jealous?” my many.
“No, for life Dad never intended to make mom feel that way –though it was actually funny,” Dad replied while driving.
“But in reality it is what triggers your rift! It turns out that it's not funny at all!” my dispute. A minute passed by. Father's dim eyes as if replying, “Not only that.”
As time went on I slowly understood the drama of the start of this tempest. There is nothing wrong and can be blamed. Conflict is always a test, but sometimes I find it too ridiculous if this conflict is triggered by the childish nature of my parents. Should be ... How is it? It is too presumptuous that I comment on living in a household while I myself have only lived for seventeen years and have not experienced loving someone. I mean, aren't they adults? You have to understand how to keep something you love.
“Should, anyway, so ..” I said softly.
“Sister said something?” asked Dad didn't hear my words clearly.
“Dad loves me?” tanyaku later.
“Kakak still asked as if he could not see it, whereas Big Brother knows even though as far as we are so far, Dad still trying to meet all the needs of Brother, the needs of sister also.”
“Our needs are not just material. We can't be big and born with only money. My sister and I were born because Mom and Dad loved each other. Is it no longer?” my many. Suddenly this throat feels cramped considering the return of Dad to this city is to respond seriously to a divorce lawsuit mother.
“If the answer is no, then I am .. I feel like a seed of a sown plant, bred, then left to die after the two people who planted me no longer care for each other. I couldn't have lived without the love of Father and Mother who raised me...”
My voice was getting lost when there was a sobbing that wanted to explode from inside the chest. Crying and asking that mom and dad stay together is something I wanted to do a long time ago. The car we were driving pulled over in front of my house, but it didn't go into the yard. I heard a long breath of the man next to me. Her clear eyes looked at me with the rest of her hope.
“Dad wouldn't be able to live as a father without you two. That's why, keep living by being a father's son forever. Stay with Dad after this. Father's love for Brother and sister still exists even though not with mother,” replied Iirih. My gaze blurred as the water dots began to inundate my eyes. Dad still doesn't understand! That's not the answer I should have heard. It sounded as if he was not faced with another choice when there should be! If Dad loved me, he loved my mother who gave birth to me and would not give up his love.
Without saying a word, I got out of the car, entered the house to cross paths with Maurin who also just returned from school.
“If you want to split up just split up!”
Such were my words at that time, I remembered it, but once it was accomplished why did I even feel beaten? Indeed it seems impossible to suddenly change the request, kepalang already.
“Wah, Shira has arrived!” exclaim Mother, “how was the exam her last day? Well, why are your clothes .. uh, Shira crying?” her question was then realized that Dad was standing in the doorway.
“What's up?” ask Mom again. My mouth is still mute. I took his hand and went into the room. My hands were limp but my bedroom door slammed hard. Burying my face into the pillow deeply, I want my tears to dry as soon as they come out. It's uncomfortable, it's weird when I can finally cry for my parents, but still my wish is not conveyed. Until whenever they won't understand.
“I've never seen him cry! What are you doing?!” Mother's voice sounded high. I said I don't want to be matched.
“So I never cry! What have you done?!” reply to my sister's voice just repeating Mom's words. Miraculously after that it was quiet. All I heard was my own sobs.
.Seriate.
