Hear My Wish's
Chapter 10 – Summer
The number twelve becomes the second stop of the clockwork
that's. A pair of beautiful eyes that resemble the jewel of fluorite belonging to Charlotte
never closed. Heart rate is not because the longer the more felt
quickly and a feeling of a cold body until trembling came back to him. Already
almost two days in a row taste it
keep coming to haunt him at night.
The girl opened the small desk drawer next to the place
his sleep. His hands were busy searching for the stored package of Alprazolam medicine
in the drawer. Sedative in the form of tablets with a pale purple color. However,
the package was not palpable by the reach of his hand. The drawer really
empty springing.
He began to try to remember where the packet of drugs
that was the last time he put it.
Although her body was also tired, Charlotte
insisted on putting both feet. The sound of the stairs accompanies the noise
the move. One by one the drawers were opened. The whole table and the corners of the shelf as well
I forgot to get checked out by the girl. But, he never found a pack of Alprazolam drugs
the sought.
“Charlotte?” the sound of the voice was heard saying his name. Sounding
the creaking of the closet doors and drawers, as well as the creaking of the girl's footsteps woke up
Dean's asleep on the living room couch.
The gold-blinded girl gulped her saliva, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up!” heed
a little stammered as he accelerated his steps towards the stairs.
Dean immediately sat down and reached out to Charlotte's hand, “Wait, wait. I don’t mind at all, no need to
apologize.”
Charlotte gnashing. He was flabbergasted for a few seconds.
Dean said what just now?
The young man cleared his throat slowly while shifting positions
sit down, “Come here, sit down for a
while,”.
Charlotte bends both knees and sits right on
next Dean.
“By the way using Indonesian is okay right?”
“What do you want to say?” ask Charlotte in a voice
slow, barely audible.
The girl's question seemed to make him sure that he
can ask that question.
Dean pointed at his own wrist.
Without needing to be explained in words, Charlotte was already
get on. The young man must have been about to ask the array of scratches that adorned
his wrist. He immediately rolled up his loose knit sweater arm.
“It... self-harm scar wound,”.
inexplicably.
Yeah, Dean's heard that word before. That was
the act of injuring one's own body with a sharp object or blunt object. Normally,
people who do self-harm are bound by chaotic mood disorders.
The young man did not think. Charlotte is really
adept at hiding his dark side until it closes perfectly with a sweet smile
a radiant that looked so sincere, as if that smile represented an atmosphere
bright in the heart.
“I never told anyone about this,”
he smiled bitterly. “Not even my grandma
nor dad.”
His eyes began to glaze over. “It all started when I was going to graduate
the middle school. One of the three people I love the most is gone,
and that person was my mom. She's divorced
just like I keep leaving the three of us in this house. Keep going, not much longer
dad was busy with his work. So, he
could fund our lives.”
The girl sighed, “I was glad my grandma always be there for me. But, later on... She got
ill and God look her away from me.” Tears wet the second
her cheeks, “I fell on the lowest point of
my life's... That I thought... I should follow her instead of continue living
there, all by myself.”
The mood was silent for a moment. Just the sound of Charlotte's sobs
which tedengar.
“I
threw all my hops away... When it’s all about to happen... You came,” thin smile etched on her lips, “Maybe God really sent you to meet me so I could live on.”
***
Dean opened the living room window wide, letting
a breeze blew in in the midst of the sweltering New York suburb during the day. The sound of the leaves and
the chirping of a bunch of tiny little finches, lined up like a choir sounds so
harmoniously. Unlike the area that Dean had lived in during the
for years, this place felt like a rural town.
The peaceful atmosphere of Cobble Hill and the breeze
exhaling the cold felt so forced him to enjoy the days
relax in the summer. However, his heart refused the invitation outright.
He still does not think about the historic events that occurred two weeks
then. Because, he never once suspected that Charlotte
living in a grim feel. The girl who always exuded a cheerful aura from her stream
like the sun it was hiding a storm in the middle of the sea that made
his heart was swayed by conflict. I don't know why pity slips in
dean's heart as the girl began to tell him everything was always shackling
his mind.
The wind knows no despair. Light breeze
it kept blowing as if stroking Dean's tired-looking face. It
always awake every time the sound of the creaking of the wooden cabinet began to be heard at night.
Where Charlotte went through the whole drawer to find a pack of alprazolam
the always successful one helped him calm down whenever an anxiety attack appeared, even though the wooden cabinet was not a hiding place
for the bearer of death is a pale purple tablet. On purpose, things
that's Dean throwing it all the way out of reach of that fine finger. Duet
his eyes slowly began to close according to the continued wind gusts command
going though will only happen in a relatively short duration.
The American girl stared at her sketchbook. It's been a while
his popping eyes were glued to a clean white object without a pencil scratch
the slightest. He did not move his right hand to raise it
the typical thin-thin strokes of pencil sketches as he could normally do
effortlessly.
Charlotte looked around her bedroom.
The interior of this room looks very simple. Baby blue painted walls, wooden floors, rows of sweet teddy bears with various kinds
sizes that wear hats, raincoats, and boots. And some
matching colored furniture. No object can attract a girl
the owner of the long, slightly winding blonde hair. Tak
it took Charlotte a long time to leave the room and
start exploring the entire room in the house with a minimalist and simple impression
these.
His footsteps stopped that second as well when a pair
his iris fluorite caught Dean sleeping on the living room beige couch. Flash back a second
passed in Charlotte's mind. Dean's face really reminded the girl
will be his ex-girlfriend in high school who also has short brown hair
and the blood of Asian descent. The young man who came gave a bright light
shortly after Charlotte's mother divorced and left her husband, daughter, and
her in-laws. That was one reason why the blond-haired girl accepted
the presence of Dean who is not known at all as his fiancee. Despite the nature
they did not meet a cut-off point, both have almost similar levels.
Charlotte bent her knees and sat across
with Dean still sleeping under the breeze. Scratch sound
the soft pencil on the paper began to sound.
Memory seemed to be spinning back in his mind like
a black disc that chants a harmonious and melodious medley. That cold memory made Charlotte
I miss his past. The time when someone is present extends
his hand and helped himself rise from the dark abyss so that the girl could
back to watching the rainbow in the middle of a beautiful flower field
bloomed.
His heart cannot quibble. He was whispered
by a conscience to throw away her feelings for Dean. However, the youth
it comes in unexpected moments. Proving to Charlotte that Dean
still worthy of his love, even though his feelings are only ‘one-sided love’.
***
A yellowish tinge began to color the leaves and
grasses. Some leaves that are perfectly orange in the air
carried by the wind like a jet, then landed perfectly on the ground. Within
the language of flowers, reddish orange foliage implies a meaning of change
lovely.
Charlotte smiled faintly as she turned the sheet after another
sketchbook sheet. A feeling of pleasure arises when almost the entire paper is already
fully charged. The pencil scratches he created also felt more supple
lately. One sign that the weight of his mind has been
detached and lost.
Not only that, his feelings gradually fade like dew
morn. The young man he's been looking at all this time, Dean, always takes a second and
the precious minutes to talk with a short but felt talk
it's so warm for Charlotte.
“What
are you drawing?” that question
suddenly broke the silence of the morning.
Charlotte jerks. Hurry up the sketchbook
put it in embrace. He blushed while tucking in a blond mane
hers behind the ears.
“Nothing...
Uh... Means... I haven’t started drawing yet... I... I was just looking back
at everything I have drawn.. for past three months.
“Sounds
cools. Can I see?”Dean
extended his hand.
Those pair of bluish-green eyes were fixated on the silver thing
the sparkling coiling on Dean's ring finger. His heart seemed to soar high
seventh heaven. Heart's pounding. His brain was revering
motor nerves to create a happy smile on the lips of the girl.
Realizing Charlotte had not answered, the young man unraveled
the short brown snapped his finger. “Can
I?” he repeated his question again.
The girl blinked for a moment. “Oh, yes, of course you can!” he answered while handing over the book
that bright red cover.
Dean turned over one by one the white sheets in Charlotte's sketchbook.
“I
thought you only can draw something like..buildings... or what's the name of it on that blue paper..”.
Charlotte chuckles softly, “Blueprint. It’s blueprint.”
“Sorry...
I’m not into architecture,
I'm a law school kid.”
His index finger overtook, flipping the page sheet towards
the next. Highlight his eyes fixed on some sketches of his self
sleeping in the living room.
A rare sight occurred before Charlotte.
The young man laughed lightly.“What are you doing, anyway? Fad
so much you, yeah!” he pinched the girl's nose with anxiety.
“Ow..”
Dean shook his head.
“Oh, yes. By the way I want to go back to Jakarta tomorrow.
You're coming with me, aren't you? I haven’t introduced
you to my family in there.”
