Hear My Wish's
Chapter 9 – Despair
“Drive
me to this street” Dean
that is while handing over a piece of paper. The little paper says one
the address in New York City, which is none other than Charlotte's home address. Exactly two
the other day, she went to the residence of Taylor Mitchell Handoyo, her aunt
Charlotte lives in Jakarta. Dean's lucky, the woman doesn't mind
he helped her meet her sister's daughter. He said that thing
to be honest. The girl had just returned to America because of the sad news
snarling his ears. Her grandmother died two days ago.
The taxi driver pulled his handbrake, stopping the speed
automaker. Their mark has reached the point of destination.
"Keep
the change," Dean said
while handing over some dollar bills.
"Thanks
you, sir."
The young man carried his black backpack and rushed over
get off the taxi he was riding in. He saw the house with
scrupulously. The building is not as large as his house, the shape is also not too
aesthetic but simple with wall colors that resemble brick, green roof, and,
and white sills. Typical house in western movies.
Twice the button
the white is pressed. No sound at all. Bell's busted.
Dean pulled out his phone and opened the call log.
Charlotte last called him at the end
it was March, exactly a few days after Dean celebrated graduation. Calling
the last he received from the girl. After that, Charlotte never
call him again, as if they were lost
contact. He did not even a little to preach about the suffering
I experienced this recently. It's possible, it's because of Dean's attitude
it often makes Charlotte smile bitterly, realizing her presence is not
heeded and expected at all.
His thumb pressed the green phone picture button.
“If you'd like to
make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up, and then
dial your operator.”
A few seconds passed, but Charlotte did not leave
touching his phone to answer an incoming call from Dean.
As he kept calling, Dean knocked on the door
her house. Hope the voice will be heard and the door opened soon. However
his efforts have not yielded results.
PRANGS!
The voice was clearly coming from the top floor. Charlotte
it must be in the house.
The brown-haired young man took a few steps back. He looked up, up,
look at the window facing the street. Honey, that ivory white curtain
hanging blocked his view.
His heart suddenly changed. He felt something strange. Indeed, he didn't
I knew Charlotte like she knew her. The girl knows
exactly the intricacies of his life, out of nowhere the source. That thing is comparable
up against Dean. But, at least he knew exactly, Charlotte wasn't
the kind of sloppy person who easily drops things.
The young man's heart began to feel unsettled. Repeatedly
the door was knocked, there was no answer. The girl was called repeatedly,
the call was not answered either.
‘Hopefully
the door is unlocked.’
Maybe this time it sounds a little silly.
Fortunately, that hope is real. The main door of the house at all
unlocked. Not even a trick.
Dean began to guess. Bad prejudices are emerging
making his mind more and more unkempt. But all that prejudice was broken
by the circumstances around him. The living room is still neat, there is nothing
suspicious in this room. The kitchen, dining room, and
another room on the first floor.
Again the sound of things was heard from the top floor. Times
this, the sound sounded like two wooden objects in a tangle. That young man
putting bag. Suspicion pushed both of his legs to climb the sixteen
wooden stairs to the second floor.
There are only three rooms on the second floor. One of them has been
it definitely belongs to Charlotte. The door was decorated with a cute teddy bear made of flannel. Both hands clasped
a yellowed white board reads ‘Carly’. The decoration is sure
it was created by Charlotte when she was a child.
The young man half-kneeled. He closed the side
his eyes and peeked through the door slit. Charlotte is really in
homehouse. It was clear that the girl was standing facing a chair.
His head looked up, staring at the rope hanging
and it has been knotted to resemble ‘hangman’s
knot’.
Dean slips. Without waiting for long, he immediately turned around
the door of Charlotte's room.
Locked up.
“Charlotte! Charlotte!” yells loudly
banged-gedor door, “Open the door!”
Niente. The girl did not respond at all.
Again, Dean peeked out of the keyhole gap
doorway. Charlotte had already begun to climb up the wooden chair in front of her. Time that
the girl will let the rope strangle her neck.
Without a second thought, the young man smashed into his body
all my energy to the door. However, the wooden thing did not open.
Cold sweat began to wash over him. His heartbeat
racing faster against time.
He kept repeating it until his break
success keeps the door open. His hands were reflexively holding his body from falling
fall over. Dean lifted his face. The golden girl was already at
seat top. The strands of yarn that fuse to form a rope have surrounded
her neck. Charlotte was ready to drop the chair.
As quickly as possible, Dean ran and climbed into the bed
it's right behind Charlotte. At the same time, the girl
dropping the chair where both feet rest. Luckily, Dean succeeded
get Charlotte in her embrace and lift her before the load
his body turned the life knot on the rope that coiled around his neck into
deadly knot.
“Charlotte...
get the... rope off... your neck!”the young man continued to keep the girl in a high position, albeit a second
his hands trembled and his sweat flowed even more.
His breathing began to gasp, “Do it!” this time it sounded forced.
Those bluish-green eyes like marbles started
glazed. His heart was moved to undo the intention of ending his life.
Slowly, the girl moved both of her hands, grasping the rope
round his neck, and the circle of death was released.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He really felt
his body was lighter than before.
Charlotte put her feet back on top
flooring. His crying sounded so clear.
“I’m
sorries... I’m sorry for being. such a burden,”ucapnya while looking down, aggravating his face.
a little flushed on Dean's shoulder. Scratches of cuts that resemble bars
prison irons lined up on Charlotte's wrists.
The young man was stunned for a moment.
For nearly ten months he knew Charlotte, but not yet
never seen such a line of things. All this time, the line of cuts
always concealed. He never thought, the sign of a depressed person etched in
golden unravel girl arms that always show a sweet smile. Auras
melancholy was not at all permah felt on his face.
Dean stroked Charlotte's dangled blonde hair
length reaches back. “I’m the one
who was supported to apologize,” he said while tucking the blond mane in
behind the left ear of the girl.
“No, <TAG1>,
I... I have.. caused... you.. more trouble...”hur eyes keep flowing wet his cheeks. “I’m sorry..” the girl continuously.
apologizing.
“You
didn’t cause any trouble to me, stop blaming yourself, okay?”
***
Mentari began to go down to the contest. Round object
the incandescent moon was about to call in his place to watch over the moon
people from above the sky. Orange tides dominate the atmosphere, giving rise to
beautiful view. A sight that arises for a moment but spoils
millions of eyes were looking at him.
Charlotte felt a little calmer. Her hand
clutching the remaining cup of warm sweet tea was almost half of it. It
wiping away the remains of tears on her cheeks. His fingers tapped on the porcelain cup
it alternated. His mind felt a little brighter than before. Glances
the eyes of ‘marble’ were fixed on Dean who attached plaster on the palm
his hand, closed the scratch wound from the broken glass. The man sat down exactly
beside him.
The girl felt her heart suddenly turn cold.
He had hoped for a lot for Dean when they were both
first met at the end of last year that could make the heart
Charlotte is like spring. The season where various kinds of flowers are beautiful
showing off colorful crowns. Accompanied by flying butterflies and
a group of birds singing melodious like acapella..
As time goes by, seasons also come and go alternately. Season
cold and despotic had come to knock out the crowns of the flower.
Creating a cold air and a hollow impression symbolized by trees without leaves
enveloped his heart. The season is synonymous with sadness and greetings
farewells. Charlotte had eroded her hopes little by little. At the
finally, his hope in Dean was completely dashed when he found out, the attitude of the youth
it resembles people with minimal empathy and tolerance. However, today, today,
half of that thick snow began to melt into liquid. Clumping
green is starting to grow. New shoots sprung from the ground. Dean
has proven that Charlotte shouldn't have thrown away her hope, because
he asked for a second chance, though not a second chance.
Charlotte looked at the young man sitting beside her, busy
pressing the plaster on his palm, making sure it was stuck
recats.
“Dean,” the slow voice called him.
He looks.
“Thank
you,”ucapnya
putting the tea cup.
