HALF-WING

The End of the Garden

Breeze playing Hana's hair. Cool. Hana and her sister had not yet left the end of the garden.

"Han, I'm the same boyfriend you fucked with where? I'm what is he?"

The baseless question that came from Indra's mouth made Hana choke on her own saliva. Hana did not think such a sentence could be heard directly.

"Why do you suddenly ask? Who else has a crush on you?"

"Stay answer first. I wonder the same, every word that comes out of my mouth always you ask why alesannya."

"Sweet, Ndra. I don't want to grow up so soon." Hana chuckles amusedly.

"Ah, you mah. I always thought I was a kid."

"Basic litter ... Yeah, deh. Now you've entered High School, you've been big, it's not a child like yesterday."

"Jawab, Han."

"Lo's handsome." Hana smiling.

"Lied!"

"Yes, my girlfriend's more of a lo."

"Tuh, right. So which one is it?" Indra continued to pursed her lips, as if no other emotion could be revealed other than a sulking expression on her brother.

"Make my girlfriend."

Indra snorted in annoyance, as if bending her face was her new habit.

"Why, anyway? Lo is so weird. Tell me alesan lo nanyain it try, so I can think. Do you have a crush on girls? Who?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering what kind of guy my sister's boyfriend is now."

"Well? You care about me?"

"Not so, deh. I think it's wrong if I ask it like to lo." Indra turned her gaze in the other direction, turning her back to Hana who was looking at her.

"Lo's afraid I'm being treated as bad as I am now you're treating mom?" Hana asked cautiously, making Indra turn to look at Hana. "Let it be, Ruri's a good boy, really. The best people in the world. He never got angry with me, never."

"But not handsome?"

Indra's childish question successfully made Hana smile even wider. She scanned her brother's gentle mane with anxiety.

"Bell-looking. But I don't know what he's got, because your face is still like a baby."

"Hopefully he's good to keep the same lo, and hopefully it's really cute. I don't want to be hurt by ugly people."

"I'm not cool." Hana chuckles. Indra always uttered words that Hana never expected. Until slowly Indra also laughed along with their jokes.

Since the quarrel of their parents, Hana and Indra become more familiar than ever. In addition to being a child, Hana is also always upset because Indra is more often noticed by the people around him than Hana herself just because Indra is a submissive boy. Little Hana who feels jealous often seeks attention to people so as not to be less popular than her sister. Until finally Hana had been as popular as Indra, but with a naughty stamp that beranggung because of his behavior.

Indra reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, taking out a white cigarette pack from his right hand, while a match from his left hand.

"Lo want to smoke?"

"Why? Can't you?" Ask Indra while stopping his activities to take one cigarette.

"As far as you are, anyway. But if I tell my boyfriend tell him not to smoke, he immediately duress. Even now he rarely smokes. I said it while I was joking."

Closing back the cigarette packs that have been opened, then Indra put the two objects back to where they came from, his jacket pocket.

"You know, you forbid me in a subtle way, yes automatically I feel insulted."

Hana shook her head. "Where is that language from? Idealist, it's like a child organization."

"Gue is the son of an organization from SMP. You don't know?"

"Emang yes? How I just found out."

"Lo anyway, busy with your own world. You do not know if I join the organization so that it has a clear alesan to get out of the house."

Hana smiled wryly. Hana only remembered a few years ago when Indra first grade Junior High had been a member of OSIS and Scouts. That means when Hana was third grade Junior High. But after stepping on High School, Hana forgot about it because she had to be away from home so missed the growth of Indra.

"Yes, yes, I've just learned."

"Udah. Want a cake, not a cake. Not bad either."

"Religion ... Sorry, deh."

Indra pulled out a match that he had taken out a while ago, played without involving the matter of a white box containing cigarettes.

"Lately I've been bullied by the same organization. I swear to make her sprain. I'd like to throw it into the sea if I can."

"What girl is a guy?"

"Girl."

Indra winked mischievously, as if ridiculing. "Definitely a guy's snatch."

"Sorry to say, if I have to wrestle with him. He's the kind of kegatelan who wants to call my girlfriend."

"Can you, you look for more useful activities? Have the school even go out for a job."

"Like me. What matters is that I didn't get knocked down."

The falling leaves were carried away as the wind from earlier accompanied the conversation. They both sat for a moment. From the beginning Hana did not want to discuss about love with Indra, because Hana felt that they were both not one view about it.

Time continued to crawl up, ushering in the death of the chatter between the two of them. Now boredom has been enveloped.

"Gue wants to go back first. If you want to stay here, whatever." Indra got up, he stood up while tidying up his clothes that might be dirty or tangled.

Hana stood up to line Indra's fingers. They are high a little far away. The sense of Indra has grown so fast considering some time ago the height of Indra is only a little difference with Hana.

"Gue wants to go back too! I sit alone in the corner, which is really."

"Yes already. Bye." Pamit Indra's.

Hana looked at Indra's back which was starting to move away. And as soon as Indra completely disappears, Hana heads back to her school.

Throughout the journey Hana looked at everything she went through, including her own footsteps.

Shoes are made of a pair. They are similar, identical but different directions. If imposed exactly on each other, it is in harmony, but not in harmony. Walk alternately following footsteps.

Foot. If the right is in front, then the left will be behind as a counterweight. Similarly, if the left is in front, then the right will be behind as the left has ever done its job. Right and left understand each other, they will advance together only when they want to jump. When walking and running, they prefer to take turns.

Man created a pair. They were different, and should have covered each other's flaws, that way they could walk together. Unselfishly imposing each other's will.

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