Grizzled

Episode 56's

“Shiro ..”

“Yeah, my name is Shira! Why do you always call me that?”

I was still in the sky, watching myself talking to Dad on one of the park benches. Can't remember exactly what age I was in this flashback. My little legs were swinging around while my hands were outstretched welcoming the vanilla ice cream from Dad's hands. Without hesitation I peeled the cold cream solids before melting. I wanted to laugh when my nose first touched it, leaving a mark of ice cream there that I immediately wiped.

“Shiro, in Japanese means white. I wanted to name you that way, but I didn't agree because it sounded like a boy's name. Yes, that's part of your grandfather's name, anyway!” answer Father. His eyes grew narrower when he smiled. I don't care about the origin of my name, still busy licking ice cream that so much faster overflowed because of the hot weather that afternoon.

“In addition to the clean color and is the symbol of purity, white is also a neutral color and matches with any color, even with the black of its opponent. I want you to be like that. Dad wants Shira to be able to get along with anyone, accept and be accepted by everyone.”

“Then why did you finally become Shira? Does Shira mean pink?” my many.

“Ah, no, hell!”

“What pink? Why not call it pink? Shira likes that color! Shira wants to be pink!” my dispute. Dad just chuckled softly while stroking my hair. There was a peaceful feeling when he saw the boy.

What is she growing like now? I'm sure his soul isn't as clean and clean as it used to be, but his father does wish there were a lot of colors that adorn his life. Red, yellow, blue, even black. His life becomes precious when there is so much he can remember.

Next thing I saw was not the city park. Still without a look, I was in a room that was quite relieved. The proper arrangement of goods and neatness in here makes me feel at home for a long time. Too bad the shocking facts should embarrass me. This is a boys' room while my own room has never been this neat. I could tell because the one lying on the bed was the boy closing his eyes with his arms, while the other arm was propped up by an arm sling. I was curious about something that had injured his arm.

The school uniform hanging near the wardrobe was the same pattern as mine. The stretch of cloth bearing the emblem of the martial organization became the only display of the most striking wall, the owner of this room was very proud of him. Unlike my nightstand, which was stocked with books, there was only one novel from the last book of The Hunger Games series there while the textbooks and other readings were neatly tucked away in a corner of the room where the special study took place. I once knew the novel was in the corner reading my class because the owner was an Eagle. Heh?! For what reason can I be in her room?!

He is still asleep –if he is asleep. There was no expression I could read from her eyes that were so covered. The sound of the conversation from the next wall leaking caught my hearing.

“Until when does it continue like that? Mama told me not to be too sad to think about her hand injury. If that does affect next year's intelligence school entrance selection, Mama and papa have already prepared other plans. Aang too consider the world doomsday if it does not pass the school selection,” said the voice of the woman sounded worried.

“Not, Ma ... Not due to injury. Garuda knew there was something else he was worried about,” answered the clear voice of young men, “ia said nothing, lethargic all day. Garuda once knew he was fighting like that one time. The situation is exactly the same, it seems like the cause is still the same.”

Breath of the woman's voice sounded heavy, “It's been a week. If there's anything Garuda can do, please! Only you understand your sister.”

Silence again for a few moments. Then, without excuse, the door to this room opens. I panicked because I was late in hiding. It seemed that the man who was talking in the next room was unaware of my whereabouts, suddenly snuggled in.

“Ang, don't you want to shake my face? I violated your territorial area, you know!” said Kak Garuda put away the arms of the Eagle that closed his eyes. The bullied one only clucked violently, momentarily throwing a wry gaze then lying on his side towards his unscathed hand, turning his back on his brother.

“Hei ..” whispered Kak Garuda, “ibu Shira invited us to the hospital. Perhaps Shira will wake up if you visit her.”

A few seconds without reacting, the Eagle finally woke up. Without saying much, forcibly pushed Kak Garuda out of his room, slammed the door and locked it. All the jumbled feelings that were drawn on his face he piled again with a pillow.

“Ya already, Ang! If you are not able to see the current state of Shira, I can go there alone, but really you will not regret it like Shira does not give you another chance to visit her?” asked Kak Garuda still behind the door then muttered to himself, “ya gosh, I regret my words more! Hope that doesn't happen!”

I was surprised to learn the fact that I should have been in the hospital. What am I now?

The little girl who licked the ice cream now herself, looked at me cynically as I approached. I really didn't think he would accidentally spill his ice cream on my clothes after I approached. Of course the short-haired round face five inches below that ear is the face of my child, but his unfriendly expression .. what the hell is that?

“Ke ... why do you do it?” I squatted down to align our views.

“Listen yes! The circumstances after this may indeed be on your side, but there is still something that will continue to worry you! Same with the turning point. This is not your eternal victory! Someday it will be my turn to win you back!” abugn.

“EEh??” I turned my head not understanding his words. What did he say?

“One more time, do not be happy with the wounds and pain that are erased from your head, because valuable experiences and lessons are also lost. You will start everything again from scratch when facing more difficult situations.”

Once twice I blinked. My little figure turned away leaving me lingering stunned in this all-white room, trying hard to understand his words.

The warm, gentle touch felt in my hands surprised me. I want to hold back, but my strength has not yet been gathered. Even opening the eyelids is difficult. As if it had been stuck for a long time, my eyes refused to open. My lips took pains to mention just any word, hoping that my voice might escape from my throat and be heard by anyone. The grip on my hand changed into a shake. Someone repeated my name. An unstoppable glare attacked the eyes when it finally opened little by little.

The tears of the woman holding my hand were the first thing I saw. I didn't react when he attacked me in a hug. His sobs sound happy repeatedly whispered, “Good morning, Princess Sleep! Good morning!”

It was a bit strange because the clock on the wall showed three o'clock, bright atmosphere. It's obviously three o'clock in the afternoon. The air I breathed through the hose in my nose was quite fresh, flowing into my lungs gave a comfortable sensation, but my still throbbing head made me want to fall asleep again.

For a moment I knew this woman was a mother and the room I was lying in seemed to be a hospital room. Someone who had just entered the room was petrified for a moment, sighing with relief, approached me and then humbled to kiss my forehead, not letting only mother do it. Less than one person to be a family reunion. Where's my sister? She must have been surprised to see Father and Mother finally come home and see each other after the past five years.

I can't remember for sure why I was here, but I still remember that Mom and Dad haven't been with me in a long time, living out of town. When the two of them finally came home together like now, something serious had happened. Next they gave an explanation. One week ago, I was found unconscious in the bathroom on the eve of a cultural festival with my paleness and breathing obstructed. The most plausible guess was the recurrence of my congenital disease, asthma, and perhaps because it was not found soon, my heart was weakened, even the pulse was barely felt. That's what kept me unconscious until this one week, ' said Mother.

I'm not thinking about anything, but my illness should have been caused by something. I have not been together for a long time, I have been declared stronger and no longer too sensitive to dust or cold air. Then why? Excessive stress? Or tired of preparing for a cultural festival? Is it UTS? Wasn't a cultural festival held afterwards? It seems sleeping too long makes my memory dull.

“You don't think too much first, honey! Quickly recover so that we can re-assemble at home,” said Mom smiling next to Dad. They are the ones who keep me from thinking.

“You guys are better?” my many. The two look at each other.

“Daddy has promised not to make Brother cry again,” replied Father. I just blinked not understanding. It was my mother who looked the most guilty, her eyes as if she was just crying, regretting something.

“Mom's sorry, then I don't want my children to suffer anymore,” he said.

“Ah, I don't know! What are you talking about?!” I just closed my eyes, got dizzy!

“Have it, don't think about it yet,” replied Father.

The doctor came to check on me, saying that I needed to be treated for a few more days to recover. Dad said Yasinta and Nike visited two days ago, but I didn't wake up. Those two people are always the most anxious when something happens to me. The new mother would connect a video call to them, but someone appeared in the doorway first.

“Wah, on time!” mother said welcome ... Hawks. Is he alone?

“Ah, I don't know much, but the truth is that Shira woke up just with your intention to visit. Miraculous huh? Come, please come in!” answer Father.

“Thank you, Om, Auntie! There is no more encouraging news than the realization of Shira after a long one-week coma yesterday, but .. I am not an Eagle, I am Garuda, her brother,” replied the Eagle who turned out not to be an Eagle.

“Wah?! Seriously?! Twin sister? What is one school too?” ask Mother.

“Twin? Ah, many think so, even though my age gap with the Eagle is five years.”

“Can be this similar huh?” ask Mom still amazed. Mother's questions repeated in my mind.

“Aduh, sorry so troublesome Garuda. The eagle must still not go anywhere after the accident until the fracture. Falling down the stairs, huh?" ask Dad.

“No hassle, really, Om! Yes, the Eagle accidentally caught a boozy party during the cultural festival that night, fought to fall from the stairs, but he was fine. Eagles never have the heart to look at the sick. Anyway I myself also want to see the state of Shira,” said Kak Garuda approaching the side of my bed, “hai, finally you wake up too! It must still be bad when you have to chat a lot huh? It's okay, just rest!”

I looked away, not so comfortable with Kak Garuda's gaze. Ah, no, the problem is with me. I'm not used to being stared at in the face of an Eagle but with a smiley and friendly that is not at all the nature of my class president. After all, he spoke as if we were familiar when his sister who was my classmate could count once or twice if there was a need.

“Sorry, Brother, did we know each other before?” I just can't help myself.

Brother Garuda was surprised for a moment then smiled again, “You will play at home. Of course we know each other!”

Garuda's answer confused me even more. How close am I to the two brothers to playing at their house?

“You ... don't remember?” ask Kak Garuda. I'm shaking.

“It was Shira's custom. Maybe after a long sleep he forgot a lot of things, but later he will remember everything again,” replied Mother. Father suddenly moved out of the room after his expression turned unhappy. A moment later he returned with the doctor.

“A little whatever something Shira forgets, we have to check it out. We once depressed him to the point of not recognizing his sister. I just want to make sure this time is not as bad as it used to be,” whispered Dad to Mother who had stolen my hearing. Garuda was asked to leave. There was only my parents when the doctor wondered and examined this it was.

At the beginning of the new school year, I still remember the events that happened around it. The first day in the eleventh grade, I remember sitting in the back corner for bad luck. Then the following days were too normal without anything interesting to remember. I gave up, didn't manage to remember much, promised to remember everything at home after seeing my diary.

The doctor seems to have concluded something, but discussed it outside. From the window I saw someone new coming over to Kak Garuda. His ears listened to the doctor's explanation while his gaze was fixed on me. I'm sure this time he's really an Eagle. His arm with arm sling confirmed Dad's words earlier that he had indeed suffered a fracture. My eyes haven't blinked since the Eagle arrived and noticed me. As far as I can remember we were never close to a classmate, but if Mom even knew Eagle and her brother knew me too, it meant .. Maybe she was as tall as Yasinta and Nike in my circle of friends.

Why should he watch me like that? What's with his gaze that ....

“Ah!”

An unusual pain throbbed in my head without warning. The moans I couldn't hold back grabbed the attention of Mom and Dad. Wondering what was going on, my parents sent a doctor to take immediate action. Rong-rongan grunts have not vanished from my head. Even though I had closed my eyes, I could still see the Eagle sticking as close to the window as possible to look at me as fast as he could.

“Amnesia partial,” Yasinta replied when friends asked. He acted most know about my situation, but in reality he was the one who knew the most, “only part of Shira's memory was lost.”

Well, it's my first day in school after I got out of the hospital.

“Say you don't remember what happened with the events since the beginning of the semester huh, Ra? Then you forget all the subject matter? Yeah, no, anyway?” yuanda asked, sounds very happy.

“I've seen it on soap opera. If his amnesia head must be hit again to heal!” tiara sounds terrible.

“But strangely yes, Shira's head was not hurt. How can there be a problem with his memory?” ask Marvel.

“You don't know the story, Vel!” reply Yasinta.

“And help you who know, do not start gossip, okay?” my door. Yasinta just grinned.

I had little explanation that the climax of the rift between Father and Mother made me again fall stressed and depressed. My asthma could also recur because of it and myself did not accept the incident, automatically getting rid of unpleasant memories from my head along with other memories from the past few months. That's the most reasonable explanation. The fact that the pain was really imprint on my head, quite treated with the improvement of the relationship between Father and Mother.

Before actually signing the divorce settlement, Dad came to see me on my birthday and saw that I was never willing to accept Mom's decision. That's why Dad hasn't signed the letter until now, until both of them decided not to continue to take care of it. Mom and Dad made peace. Mom decided to stop working on a cruise ship, stay at home taking care of me and my sister while starting a catering business.

The first lesson begins. Bu Dewi our Indonesian teacher in the tenth grade only left the assignment after a brief explanation. It was a bit of a hassle teaching two classes. There is no choice for him because so far there has been no substitute teacher after Mr. Hanri resigned, saying goodbye to continue college. His dream is to become a lecturer at overseas campuses that open Indonesian study programs. I'm totally inexhaustible with that amazing teacher! He was lucky because the principal allowed it. Too bad I haven't seen him for the last time.

This free time I use to open my diary, trace the memory written here. Somehow I feel so need to remember everything back because ..well, everything feels foreign. It was as if something was missing from my head, leaving a gaping hole. When someone talks about something and I just put on a stupid look for not remembering anything, it really sucks! Moreover.... accidentally my sight met with the Eagle who was also looking at me. Especially with that one kid. There's a big puzzle I need to solve.

“Ra ..” said Yasinta annoyed me who did not find much in this messy record.

“What?” I've been busy checking my phone, checking my activity or incoming messages lately. Unfortunately this is a new phone while my old phone was damaged right before UTS, said the mother.

“You don't remember about the Eagle?” tanyakanya.

“You know something, Yas?!”

“Already expected, you also forgot. That must be what makes him so sad. Even when you were in a coma, he really fasted to talk.”

“Serious then?! What's going on with me with her?!”

“You're curious ‘kan?! Haha, feel! It's your fault for not sharing your story with me! Seniors like you should have to back up your memories for me. There will be no precious memories forgotten!”

“Precious memories?”

“Entahlah. I don't know for sure, but this is the only one that was recorded,” Yasinta said showing a video of friends pranking me on my birthday. I don't know what Ardian was talking about in terms of competition or something he believed I was covering up with the Eagle from the public. How could I forget all this?!

“Aduh!”

Again a painful pulse whipped my head every time I tried to remember all this. Yasinta couldn't hide her panic, making me the center of attention instantly.

“Please, don't force it,” someone said.

“Ma .. sorry, Lang, I didn't mean ...”

“Already, quickly take Shira to UKS!”

“Not ... no need, I'm fine!” my answer forced a smile, trying to neutralize the pain, not wanting my friends to worry about me. Their attention was shifted when Pak Hasibuan suddenly appeared. The BK teacher asked the Eagle to go to his room. He said the eagle was waiting.

“Good, Sir. Sorry, I'm asking for five minutes. After that I will be there soon,” said Eagle.

“Yes, I understand,” replied the fiercest teacher that time softened.

“What's the problem again, Lang?” ask Rehan.

“Nothing,” answered the speechless Eagle for a moment dropped his gaze on the floor, ”I just want to leave.”

The people around me suddenly became silent.

“I live with my sister who has been increasingly bothered with her internships and lectures. There's not much I can do alone with my current condition. So, well, I had to go back to living with my parents, move to the main house in the next town,” explained Eagle. Still quiet.

“This joke huh?” sindi's Response.

“No, I'm real. Sorry if I was wrong with all of you,” said the Eagle. The male friends immediately embraced it one by one. I myself am still stunned. I don't know which part of me is so strange to want him to stay.

“Ngagetin really, hell, Lang! Why not say far away if you want to move?” ask Marvel.

“Yes, I honestly didn't want to move and still tried to persuade my parents to at least stay here until the end of the semester, but.

“At least until Shira's memory returns, Lang. Are you sure you have to go now?” ask Yasinta who's been glazed. Why does he have to be that sad, anyway?

“You just dramatized the situation, Yas!” replied the Eagle chuckled softly, “I didn't expect more, know! Shira getting up and being in our midst again was enough to make me relieved. I don't care if that unimportant memory disappears from his head.”

I was surprised to learn that the Eagle could smile. There were words stuck in my throat. I wanted to throw it but I don't know. In the end, all I had to say was a classic sentence to take care of myself and keep a good relationship with friends here. We were in the class of taking pictures for a while before the Eagle actually left.

“Why do you have to split up under these circumstances?!” sorry Yasinta.

“Why are you the most sad?” my many.

“Hasnya .. gossip about the two of you who are already excited can not continue anymore,” his answer made me pat the jidat. Really? For that?!

Until the family car that picked Eagle out of the school gate, I still hoped there was something I could tell him. From the window next to my seat, I saw the vehicle getting farther away and lost among the buildings blocking the view. The cursor on my phone only flickered for a few moments until I finally decided to type something.

“I can't stop being curious, Lang. Father said, no matter how small, I must not forget something. Pray that I remember everything again soon!”

The message was sent to Eagle's contact. It took a while for two blue ticks to appear. The fingers there seemed to reply typing, stopping, typing again, then offline when I was waiting for a reply. When I want to keep my phone in my pocket then a reply message comes in.

“Do not force yourself! Always healthy!”

That'sallthatis.

.Done it.

Tuh, done. Seriously, this time, it's over. Greetings the same thanks specifically I delivered at the bonus end later. Mueheh, what the hell else? Just wait😉