Hear My Wish's
Chapter 14 – Sylvia
“Eh, I go home first, yes!"
The little girl ran around with her backpack
cradled on his back, letting a gust of wind wave the ribbon
sweet who clamped her thick black hair. His face was radiant, a smile
also adorn his lips. He cannot hide the joy in his heart
when the bell for school sign came ringing loudly.
Sylvia opened the door of the house that was not locked wide.
The two-year-old in front of him immediately turned his head, watching the child
the red white uniform extended both of his hands.
“Ka... sis! Ka... sis!” the thrill is stamped while
he stepped both of his legs even though he was not very good at walking.
Both of Sylvia's hands were embracing her little sister's body,
“Noel!” he cried out again, calling out his name, while
menjwili kembam cheeks belongs to Noel.
Noel giggled amusedly. Not to lose, he replied to the colekan
it was by pulling his brother's hair neatly tucked like a tail
pony.
“Eh, sister has come home,” the woman smiled thinly
watching his two children joking cheerfully, then turned to look at the princess
the eldest, “Sylvia, mom goes between laundry first, yeah. Your food is on the table.
If there are guests, but you do not know, do not open the door,” the message while
showing a large white plastic bag in her tote.
“Iya, mom. Mother be careful on the road, yes!”
Mother nodded and waved her left hand
holding nothing, “Dah Sylvia, dah Noel!”
“Dah... Bye!” he moved his tiny hand, too,
return the woman's hand.
***
The sun has fallen asleep so fast. Mother's work
as a washing worker it is complete for today. Sylvia also finished
schoolwork. Now it was time for the little girl to help her mother
cooking under the watchful eye of the moon which witnesses their entire activities
from the high dark sky.
Noel tugging his mother's negligee, “Bu... main..!”
Mom momentarily shifted her eyes from her face
frying fish, “Later, yes, dear. Mom wants to cook first,” reject it gently.
The boy was sluggish. He should have understood
if you are always busy and can not take the time to play
with him. His eyes turned to Sylvia. Without waiting for long, he immediately
a little boy approached the girl.
“Kaka... main! Main!” he was excited while
tugging at the tip of the little girl's shirt.
Sylvia put the cucumber that was still wet with water
the faucet is on the plate next to the sink, “Noel play itself first, yes. Elder sister
again help mom wash vegetables.”
Noel pouting. Her heart felt so disappointed when Sylvia
refused to call him to play.
A pair of bright brown eyes caught the door
open-ended.
“A...yes! Dad!” his strangulation was excited when the man
step in. “Main!”
Not to welcome his running little son
to him well, Ruswandi instead swung his hand, hitting Noel until
fall over.
No need to wait long to see Noel's reaction. Child
it was immediately growling.
Hearing the sound of crying that instantly broke the silence
that, Noel's mother instantly turned off the stove and hurriedly approached them,
followed by Sylvia.
“Aduh, Mas... Don't play banging dong, Mas... This
your son is also, you know, Mas.” the woman embraces her youngest son.
“Cup... Noel don't cry anymore, yes,” persuade Sylvia
stroking Noel's bruised cheeks, as if it could
reduced the pain his sister felt.
Ruswandi's face flushed. Both hands are clenched
tight-knit. The strong aroma of alcohol mixed with cigarettes smelled from his mouth.
“Not much talk! Give me money!”
Mom shook her head, “Mas Andi, I can't give you money
again, Mas. The rest I've cursed for the children, to buy their food, the same
sylvia's tuition next month too.”
The pair of eyebrows swooped increasingly sharper. Patience
it has been swallowed up by anger that burns like fire.
“ASSFUCK! IF I ASK FOR MONEY, YES, LOVE! DON'T HAVE TO
MANY ALESAN!”
Roughly, the man's burly hand punched his wife's face
until the woman's head hit the wall hard and was unconscious.
Sylvia instantly pulled Noel back as father stared
they are full of emotion.
Noel thrashed as he continued to shout in fear as he
he was kept away from Sylvia, though the hand that was about to take him was none other
it was his own father's hand.
“Dad! Daddy's! Don't hit Noel! Noel is not wrong!” squealed
the little girl stretched out her hand, trying to reach for the tiny hand
her sister's.
Without mercy, the man kicked a small body
his daughter.
“LO ARE BOTH FUCKING KIDS! HIS JOB IS A BURDEN!
BECAUSE OF LO, I CAN'T PAY MY GAMBLING DEBT!” he cried out with anger
bubble over.
Sylvia whimpered in pain. No matter how many times it
having to cry out for mercy, his father would not stop kicking until complacency
in his heart the man appeared and told him to be quiet.
“Sister!
Brother!” noel's scream in the middle
her crying.
The crying seemed to be stirring up more and more emotions
in Ruswandi. He immediately slid his fist, jostling about
Noel, until the child's energy runs out to scream and thrash.
Not stopping there, Ruswandi dragged his two children
get out of the house. Forcibly throw away the grace of God given to him.
Sylvia watched all of that with her eyes
by oneself. Where's dad, who's supposed to protect them with all his strength
in him, he abandoned them in the middle of the dark and cold
it was a hostile night.
I want the little girl to cry out again,
calling his father, as if it could open the door of Ruswandi's heart
return to accommodate them in the warm embrace of family affection.
However, what power, the man had already disappeared from
Sylvia raised her hand, floating the speckle of rain
started falling. Although he could barely feel the rest of the energy on both of his legs, he could barely feel the rest of his strength,
he kept trying to stand up. As powerful as possible, the little girl carried
Noel who looks very tired, both physical and inner.
Unceasingly the head of the girl walked over, while
looking to the right and left, looking for shelter for her sister and herself
by oneself. Until finally he saw a blue microlet that was not operating.
***
“Bang!”
The voice forced Sylvia to open both her eyes. Whereunto
he was surprised when he saw a young man about to land a fist
on himself. He quickly embraces Noel, giving him protection under
decapan.
“Hold first, bang. Withstands. The chick bang!”
Bang Eji sighed, again the rancid child was a success
dampen his anger.
Both of Sylvia's arms were still trembling. Still scared
just in case the young man suddenly turned around and beat him up.
Black-haired child with a tinge of blond–sign that
his hair was not fully painted–it showed a bright smile radiant,
complete with teeth.
“Hai, knowin, I'm Denis,” he reached out
his right.
Bang Eji directly flicked Denis forehead, “Tengil very lo
meeting a girl. Self-conscious, man, you're still a kid! Still SMP!”
reproofing.
Denis.
The young man then turned to look at the brothers,
“Pick out, I want to pull passengers!”
***
That day became Sylvia's milestone in the journey
new life. Where he lives with the children of the same fate, below
family head shade often called ‘bang Gondrong’. Often Denis, often,
the most rancid child in her group, accompanying Sylvia who had just
conjoined. Everything that the boy taught him was completely contrary to the teachings
received from her mother and her teachers at school. Like, manners. Denise
teach him to speak using ‘gue’ as pronoun ‘aku’,
and ‘lo’ as a pronoun ‘kamu’. This happens to everyone, except
while talking to bang Gondrong, the savage leader. It didn't get there, though,
Sylvia was also advised to mimic their lifestyle. Which is nothing else
smoke at least once a day. To serve the ruler
they, Denis advise the innocent little girl to steal, because of the results
much bigger than begging while holding his little sister.
None of Denis' advice was heeded by Sylvia. It
keep insisting on his stance, in accordance with the message of his mother and teachers.
“Speak said
be kind and polite, and do not steal. Because it is not an act
laudable.”
Yes, that's what he should have made the guidelines in
live life.
“Do not hit sister
me! My sister is not wrong!” he cried while holding Noel who was still wrapped
the batik cloth she was sitting on as Sylvia carried it.
Naas, it even arouses an overflow of emotions bang
Longish. Wanted scars bruises on the entire body of a little girl
who doesn't understand anything about that dark, hard life.
It happened over and over again, and Denis
re-say the message. Until finally even one year he always sleeps
with bruises on his face, hands, and feet.
It rained so hard, just like tears
flowing down Sylvia's cheeks.
His feelings are really messed up. Everything mixed up
stir, blend into one. He wants out of his new ‘home’. But, fate
good never took his side. Wherever his legs went, violence
always follow him, dismissing all hope of living in affection
in his mind. He always clings to good deeds. Why
never got a bit of good karma? This is the proverb ‘milk water
reciprocated tuba’ water in everyday life?
His heart was really fed up.
He grabbed a sweet ribbon that clamped a long black hair
hers. As powerful as she could, Sylvia swung her hand, throwing the thing
all the way until it landed right above a puddle of rain. Then, a long mane
it cut him off until it didn't cover his neck anymore.
The moon will be a silent witness to her change of night
these. From tomorrow on, she won't be Sylvia the pink-ribboned sweet boy,
as known to friends or the people around him. He wouldn't
carrying Noel in a cloth batik it to accompany him begging from
car to car, waiting for the owners of pity face slashing money. Lastly, the,
he will not hesitate to stick a cigarette that is lit on the second
her lips.
That was when Sylvia woke up. That should have been a long time ago
he knew that it was impossible to remain a little angel in hell
shut him.
***
“Good,” the man with the full arm of the tattoo nodded
satisfied to see the whole amount of money that the little girl is stealing is self-sufficient
it resembles the man from the market visitor Tanah Abang.
Years pass so quickly.
Noel no longer needs to be in his arms.
After all, the boy did not know Sylvia as his sister either. Whole memory
about Noel's family and past is wiped out by time. It just
knowing the girl as her group, just like Denis, Azri, the,
And, and Ryan.
However, from afar, Sylvia kept nailing both
his eyes, watching the whereabouts of the boy. If anyone dares to hurt my sister
his favorite, he did not hesitate to roll up his sleeves and pull up
the knife was on the perpetrator.
Until the end, the worst of all
bad luck befell him that twilight. Where he must live without Noel's existence
by her side. One thing his brain never wanted.
Wherever he called that name, there was no word.
Wherever he asked for the boy's whereabouts, there was no other answer
headbands. Wherever he ran until his legs could not
walking again, Noel never appeared before him.
