He's among them.
why and why.
With heavy steps, Papou wakes up from his sleep, and Papou is busy searching for the source of the sound. There was nothing, outside of the rain of lightning and lightning showing each other its existence.
“Who?” Papou asked with a shout, his voice trembling with fear.
Suddenly the clattering of steps disappeared, the voice was no longer heard.
~SF.L~
“i am so happy to see Papou again, huuu .. I am bored if I can not chat with Papou, do not feel alive before hearing the words Papou.”
Papou regretted why, yesterday-yesterday he missed Karin, “you are not tired of what, smell until uda ngoceh long-long.”
Karin immediately shook her head quickly, she was very happy today. “enggak.”
“I'm tired of hearing it,” Papou immediately returned to his room before Papou had kissed the hand of his wingless angel who else if not oma.
“I want to go to the mosque first oma, want to pray magrib.”
“At home alone, again rain also later you are sick,” oma relaxes himself on the sofa.
“Say, you want to see Adit.” Araya sneers.
“Don't be an actor,” Araya is back to continue his sentence.
“kan not married.” Karin grinned that fell like a freak.
“As of you, Dek.” Araya really raised her hand with her sister's behavior that is becoming more and more.
~SF.L~
Daga looked at her feet that felt sore, Daga just dreamed Nana whipping her mercilessly but when she woke up normally did not feel pain but her legs felt very sore.
“My feet are really sick,” Daga is watching her feet closely, no injuries.
“That's a punishment from me, I'm only in love time 14 days in the world, the less time I in the world the more I feel sick. Do you remember? Ashes of my hands that burned when we first met into your body, we share the two pains.”
Daga was stunned when someone whispered in her ear, Daga was sure it was Nana. “What the hell is this, why did I get shit gini.”
Not only does Daga not sincerely help, but she is also a human who has a human side she is not an angel who has a heart as soft as silk and as white as cotton.
Daga opens the calendar on hpnya this is the seventh day after the death of Nana, means Daga time to uncover who the ghost lives 7 days.
~SF.L~
This is the day of a long-standing exhibition of paintings prepared by the art club boys. The event will start at 09.00 am WIB. Papou has been at this location since six this morning.
Very busy and tired, Papou was sick of being in such a crowded place, in the middle of the event Papou chose to run away, his head was dizzy with people who kept passing by.
“Ihhh kok picture me anyway,” again, again and again the voice of the boy back swirling in Papou's mind.
Papou raised his head for a while and went back to immersing him, Papou sat down by hugging his own knees and submerged his head between his own hands.
“actually who are you?” papou's voice was soft, he was really tired.
Papou felt a cold hand rubbing his head, Papou raised his head again no one, Papou sure this must be Hanna.
“Please .. I'm tired again, don't disturb.”
“Ihh. I want to play.” Papou laughed blandly at Hanna's voice that looked carefree.
“Who are you? Did I ever make a mistake, I'm sorry. But please go, I'm really tired.”
Papou again felt the cold hand back rubbing his head, instead of feeling afraid Papou was comfortable.
“I ... dear sister.” Papou again heard that formless voice, Papou let out a long sigh, straightened his legs and prepared to stand up.
“I don't know who you are, I don't have a sister.” Papou shouted in frustration.
Almost Papou hangs, Hanna jumps from the tree that Papou rests on. Papou stroked his chest trying to neutralize his heartbeat.
“Come here Surati,” the little boy with that straight black hair and his green eyeballs called out to the black cat who always followed him.
“Kak Pou, very forgetful anyway.” Hanna pouted, making her cheeks like they were about to erupt.
Papou just kept quiet, watching the child closely, why his brain was so bad, why he could not remember.
“Sit first yuk kak,” Hanna directly sat where she stood earlier.
Papou simply complied, his curiosity he could not hide.
“Main guessing yuk kak.” The boy again made a sound while stroking the black fur of the cat that always followed him.
“Bby.” Papou simply complied, he did not care what risk he would accept later.
“Who am I hayo ...?” An unceasing smile from Hanna's face, it turned out that there was a person who was much happier than Karin. Hanna laughed gigglingly.
Papou's eyebrows are intertwined like thinking of something, “what have we ever met before?”
“ah sucks, Kak Pou not fun.”
“I love clue deh, ..” little finger Hanna, tapping her head slowly.
“But not so, wlee.” Hanna instead stick out her tongue and run away, “ayo Surati we go, Kak Pou uda want to go berserk.” Like understanding what Hanna said, the cat immediately ran away following a strange step.
~SF.L~
“Good well lo, we uda tired for this event and you even go to a crawl not clear.” Papou had resigned himself in the Raga omelin like this, because Papou was really unable to feel dizzy, Raga's words were so sharp and piercing.
“You are not responsible anyway,” Putra as the chief executive also followed scolding Papou.
“Gini nih, if usual in manjahin.” Vika also made a sound.
“Silent all of you, I'm the only one who can be angry with Syellifau.”
Nades snorted miserably in such a precarious situation Raga still had time to act like this. How boyish.
“Now you guys disband, I don't want this show to fall apart.”
Raga also disbanded with the others, is now Raga really angry with him. Stupidly, Papou doesn't care.
~SF.L~
This is the second time Daga has come to this house, she wants to talk more about Papou, with whom if not Papou's parents. Believe it or not, it's business later.
At that time Hendra was sitting on the terrace of his house, nothing he did was just sit back, when there was an easy child coming to his house.
“Good afternoon om,” greet Daga kindly, Hendra greet the greeting kindly. Hendra seemed to have met, but he forgot where.
“You are who well, sorry I forgot.”
Daga immediately introduced himself, “my Daharga Sukma Muktar om, I was Papou's friend who was here at that time.”
Hendra nodded and invited Daga to sit down. And immediately questioned Daga's purpose here.
Daga leaned her body against the back of the chair trying to gather the courage to tell stories, Daga also did not know where to tell stories, Daga is not sure Papa Papou will believe what will be told later.
“Jadi ..?”
“So I was in the ghost of Nana, son of om.” Hendra is shocked, of course. For a moment Daga stared into Hendra's eyes, brown just like Papou.
“What does my son say?” Hendra looked at Daga with a curious look.
“Sorry well om, is it true that Papou is not a biological child with aunt Mayang?”
Hendra was just silent, his eyes glaring to the past. “Iya ..” Hendra nodded slowly.
“If you may know, first wife om died because of what?”
Daga felt impolite asking this, but to resolve this matter she had to dare to ask.
“Because of the pain he suffered, he .. hates Papou so much, he feels .. because with Papou making his life ruined, especially because me and Papou are similar.”
“Does Papou's birth mother have another child?” Daga thinks Hanna is Papou's sister.
Hendra shook his head, as he remembered Lira had no other children besides Papou, “I don't think.”
“Do you know a child with hijua eyeballs?”
Hendra frowned, his eyebrows interlocked as he remembered he had never known a child with green eyeballs, “I don't think I know anyone with green eyeballs.”
“Can I tell Papou this saol,” Daga asked carefully, trust me to be in his position now all wrong. He couldn't possibly sacrifice himself to cover up all the secrets of this family.
Daga can see the unseen, but Daga can't read people's minds, Daga doesn't know how anyone looks at the next tomorrow, everything can't be equated, it can't be beaten flat.
Hendra just nodded slowly, he resigned. Whatever happens is God's will, it's destiny. Again, there is no hope that the relationship can improve with the eldest child, all has been chaotic.
“Tell me, after all Papou is an adult, he can understand what happened.”
~SF.L~
Papou just shut up, disappointed? Not particularly. Papou had expected this before, but why did it still hurt. Daga has come home since then, Papou chose to stay here.
does the world always need a reason why and why?
Do all question marks need answers?
I am one of those unanswered questions
I'm one of those who's been sidelined
I am one of those who are neglected
I'm one of the many victims of the game of fate
I give up ….
I gave up …
Let me go …
Dicti mu fate, it's beautiful to hide all the wounds
Goodby.
The bell at the cafe door reads, Papou doesn't care that he just stayed with the avocado juice that Papou stirred.
“Come home,” there is a soft sound caught by Papou's mustamic senses, a sound he is very familiar with. Papou looked up at the source of the voice.
An old woman with wrinkled skin clarified the long passage of time in her past, the woman smiled completely smiling. Stretched his hand in front of Papou.
“Come home,” repeat.
Papou looked at the woman closely, “oma ..” Papou said.
“Let's go home,” the woman again repeated her words, helping Papou to stand up. Somehow Papou is reluctant to accept oma's hand, Papou is disappointed, why this is covered from him.
“why can Oma be here?” Papou was busy looking left and right at nothing, but when he looked outside Papou saw that there was an Araya car outside.
“Sama Bang Araya?” Oma nodded.
Papou was silent again, his disappointment could not be hidden by Papou. Funny enough, Papou deserves to feel the difference in affection from his mother it turns out because they are different.
“why oma never told me,” Papou's hand shook as well as his shoulder, trying to resist the sobs.
Oma rubbed Papou's shoulder slowly, letting her calm down first. Oma thinks this can be hidden at any time, but it's not. There's-there's a way.
“Oma loves you, Son.” Oma lirih.
“I am disappointed oma, why do I know now after hoping for more, if I had stayed away from this before I would never have expected more from you. Why do I keep things like this from other people, strangers in our family.”
Papou looked down lethargic. “Sorry Oma, I'm too disappointed, don't look for me. Pou go.” Papou picked up his bag and ran away, for all his food and drinks Papou had already paid for first.
~SF.L~
Araya just kept quiet, seeing what Papou was doing, instead of unwilling to chase. Araya knows very well how Papou, he is very stubborn, it is useless that he pursues Papou will still choose to leave. Besides where Papou will go these nights, if he is tired he will also go home alone.
Araya picked up oma who was still standing at the spot earlier, “ayo Oma we go home.”
Oma shook her head, her eyes began to glaze over, her throat felt dry, “look for your sister, down home.” Oma voice weakened.
Araya let out a short sigh, “biar Araya between oma go home first, after that Araya just look for Papou.”
Oma is back to shake her head, “oma can go home alone, but your sister can be lost or kidnapped people, she's a girl.”
“Let Araya make sure first oma return home safely, then Araya find Papou.”
Now Araya is far from where Papou's stubbornness comes from, it turns out that oma is equally stubborn with Papou. After booking a taxi online for oma. Now Araya is looking for Papou. Araya does not know where Papou is going, as far as Araya knows the girl has no friends.
~SF.L~
“kak Pou again blurred well?”
Papou smothered his ears, for now Papou did not want to hear any sound, whether it was the sound of oma, the voice of Karin, Araya or let alone the voice of Hanna, which always made his life become chaotic. Can't do it tonight.
Papou felt a cold hand without form, removing Papou's hand from his ear, trying to shut off his mustamic sense function.
“Hahaha ..” The voice laughed, Papou tau, the sound of laughter to mock him.
“Kak Pou funny, free also Kak Pou ear lid, Kak Pou will still be able to hear my voice even until Kak Pou cut his ear, Kak Pou will still be able to hear my voice.”
The voice without form laughed again, Papou gave up. Papou released his hands freely dangling downwards.
Papou just stayed under the dim street lights, the voice without form was also silent. Papou let out a long sigh, letting the cold night air stab deep into his bones.
“Hanna?” Papou said softly, Papou wants to stare within those green eyeballs.
Papou felt a small hand embrace him. Hanna. Papou slightly smiled, Papou stared inside those green eyeballs, allowing himself to feel a strange sensation. The green eyeballs that always make it thrown into the past.
