I Borrowed Him

The Past of Naomi (1)

On a clear night, the full moon shines very brightly. In a cluster of housing seen Jester who wants to enter into one of the houses after tired all day playing at the squere festival along with Selena, at that moment Naomi stood up and opened the door before Jester got to the main door of the house. Naomi looked at Jester with a smile, while Jester looked at Naomi flatly

"Racid?" asked Naomi in the midst of their silence, Naomi's sweet smile still adorned her face at that time.

"Well, yummy... Thank you for asking" Jester replied casually, Jester walked inside the house and followed Naomi from behind after closing the main door.

"Eat already?" naomi asked back when she saw Jester walking straight into the living room, while Jester stopped his steps and turned to look at Naomi.

"It's, but it looks like you're done cooking, huh?" asking Jester back, Naomi sighed before answering Jester's question.

"Yes" Naomi answered briefly with a sad look on her face, Jester turned her steps toward the kitchen without a word and shocked Naomi.

"Hey... What do you want?" naomi asked as she followed Jester, Jester stopped her steps again and looked at Naomi who was behind her.

"You're having dinner, the smell of your cooking is so delicious. Can you?" ask Jester back with a smile, Naomi returned a smile Jester while running after Jester who had already entered the dining room that blends with the kitchen. In the dining room Naomi prepares food for Jester while Jester is seen sitting sweetly waiting for Naomi to serve the results of her cooking, after all ready Naomi then sits in front of Jester and joins the meal together. For a moment Naomi just fell silent while watching Jester do the first bribe, as if waiting for Jester expression when tasting his cooking today.

"Hmm. Your cooking is really good, to be honest I didn't think you were good at cooking" said Jester with a look of admiration shortly after eating his first feed, Naomi laughed at Jester's praise at the time.

"really? thank you" Naomi smiled happily and began to eat together, after a few mouthfuls of Naomi again opened the conversation.

"Eeemm Jester." Naomi's words hang, at that time Jester responds to Naomi only with an eye because her mouth is still busy chewing.

"Is there anything you should have said to me?" naomi asked, continuing her truncated sentence, while Jester stopped her eating and looked up at the sky - the sky of the house while thinking.

"What yes? it doesn't seem like anything" Jester replied casually and continued eating, Naomi smiled and sighed slightly before responding to Jester's words.

"Did Grece take us to a band festival?" Naomi asked with a slight laugh, Jester was surprised to hear Naomi question until spitting food in her mouth.

"Bruufftt.. argh sorry.. I completely forgot about that" Jester completely forgot about the incident he promised Grece to discuss the band's festival with Naomi, yes, of course, not because of deliberate considering the events that have happened to Jester lately. Both of them were silent when Jester was busy cleaning up the food he had spouted earlier, Naomi looked at Jester seriously at that moment.

"What do you think?" naomi asked again after seeing Jester sitting quietly again, Jester leaned back and thought hard to answer Naomi's question at that time. Consider various things about Naomi and Naoko's relationship, about the intent of Naoko's desire to ban Naomi from playing the band, and others.

"Yes, of course, it's impossible, what will your mother say if you suddenly appear and play guitar in front of the television" replied Jester when he had considered many things, Jester looks back on eating his food.

"So.. You think I should refuse?" naomi asked back in a tone that sounded sad, Jester paused for a moment and looked at Naomi seriously.

"Honestly, your guitar is good, I didn't think you could play that well. The only problem is that mother is not the type of person who can be invited to discuss" answered Jester explained why Naomi had to refuse and throw away the thought of accepting Grece's request, Jester again devoured the food in front of him.

"If I... denied mother, what do you think?" naomi asked, Jester choked on Naomi's question at the time.

"Bruuufff.... Uhuk... What the fuck is that? you're not serious, are you?" Jester was again surprised to spit out the food in his mouth, both of them were still silent staring at each other.

"I'm just looking for possibilities, sometimes I feel tired" replied Naomi, Jester sighed and went back to cleaning the food she had spouted earlier.

"Why are you so scared of that mom? the mother's aura is very stressful sometimes, but I think there are other things as well" asked Jester who was curious about Naomi's past, Naomi looked at Jester and was silent for a while

"I want a story.. Can I?" ask Naomi

"Of course, if you don't mind me listening" Jester replied and refocused on looking at Naomi seriously, Naomi lowered her head before starting to tell her story.

"Let's go" Jester started focusing on Naomi

"Yes, since that incident" Naomi lirih said.

*** FOR THE NEXT FEW EPISODES\, THE STORYLINE USES A FIRST-PERSON PERSPECTIVE AS NAOMI ***

Born into a harmonious, happy and loving family, from a mother named Naoko Kanade and a father named Evans Scott eighteen years ago. I'm Naomi Scott to complement the happiness of their marriage, being the first and only daughter they are naturally when a mother wants me to be a little girl solace and a guardian of a father.

My story began when I was twelve, where I was a tomboyish girl and could not be managed by my parents. I often got into fights with boys around the residential cluster, he said, often climbing trees to just find the fruit - the fruit I want though of course my father and mother can afford to buy me whatever I want, he said, and play like boys in general.

I have beautiful long hair, the clothes I was wearing were always on the way and not to mention the class - the personality class I was following at that time was about being a graceful and dignified female figure, but it did not deter my brutal behavior and did not look at all if I was a daughter of a great mother with a very graceful personality.

Father in my eyes is not a creepy figure, he is a figure who always forgives me no matter how I behave at that time. Many times I saw him bow his head to the parents who did not accept his son I was jahili or I made hurt, but when I came to him to apologize, he always smiled and said "next time don't be like that". A sentence that actually made my heart no longer want to disappoint him, but I still continue to make my life difficult.

About mom? to be honest, I forgot what my mother was when I was twelve, which I remember as the mother I know today. Aaah, yeah, some I remember. Mother was a strict figure towards me, she would scold me and tell me to go into the room as punishment for me. Getting in the room isn't bad you think? no... no. It's bad for me who has an outdoor soul, I'm very tormented if I have to be punished in the room and not to mention I could not be fed until the morning. Am I kapok? sometimes, but it all only lasts a few hours.

I don't know what day it was, all I remember was mango season. Dad had a garden with a variety of fruits in it, I never had trouble finding the fruit that I wanted to eat because the garden already had its own guard. Every harvest I should just go to the kitchen and ask the maid to peel as much fruit as I like, of course, as long as the supply is still there. But that afternoon, no matter what demon possessed me, I saw a mango that looked delicious to me at the end of a tall tree.

I ran up to the mango tree, with the dress I used not blocking the desire to climb the tree. I curled my long hair and raised my dress to make it easier for me to climb, with my climbing skills it was actually not a difficult tree to conquer but it was the beginning of a disaster that I have always regretted for my entire life.

This hand had almost touched the fruit I wanted and suddenly I heard my father yelling my name repeatedly from below, for a moment I stopped my efforts to reach for the mango and looked down trying to listen to what my father was shouting at me. The sound of the wind that made it too difficult for me to hear the voice of father and father was not the type of person who had a loud voice, but I could understand what father was saying from the motion of his lips. "Naomi!! Get off!! This tree is fragile!!" that's what my father said at the time, I also saw my mother running up to me from that height.

At that time I saw some termites walking on my hands and feet, I panicked at that time so that my legs did not stand well. I heard my father and mother yelling but I was still able to hang on to the tree while yelling at them both "I'm fine" and along with the yelling, the branch that became my footing was broken. I fell down and at that moment I somehow felt like I was going to die, certainly not because I was desperate but from that height which twelve-year-old child would survive? realisticize?.

I fell with my back to be the first to land, so I couldn't figure out what I was going to fall for. But it happened so fast and I don't even remember how you could be right under me and be my shield to withstand the rigors of my falling, maybe it was because I was too heavy or my fall was too hard carried by the graffiti. I will never forget the blood that came out from the back of my father's head at that time, fresh red flowing through the ground.

"Guys!!!" the screams of my mother that woke me from my shock, the hysterical mother called the guard, the maid, the driver, and whoever worked in the house to help my father. Mother had to push me down from my father's body at that time, not really a condition I was able to digest when I was twelve years old. The panic made my head even more dizzy, but none of those people could explain what was going to happen to my father.

Not long after a medical helicopter arrived at the Scott family helipad, the father and a team of doctors took him by air. While me and my mother followed him by road, actually at that time she really did not care about me so I followed her without daring to ask her anything. Arriving at our family hospital, Scott Hospitality, my mother and I just kept waiting in front of the entrance to the operating room. Mom just stood quietly staring at the lights sign the operation is being carried out, while I? I fell silent at the mother's side without daring to ask her anything, not for fear that she would scold me out - exhausted but because the eyes of the mother.

The lights without surgery were on and off, I don't know how many hours my mother and I stood looking like that but honestly the feet were swollen at that time. Not long after the lights went out, a team of doctors were seen coming out at the same time and one of them approached us at the time. "How's my husband doing?" it was a question that came out as the head doctor approached the mother, after removing her mask and putting it in the pocket the doctor shook her head several times before answering.

"Mr Evans is still in critical condition, the operation was successful and the bleeding was stopped. But Mr. Evans may be paralyzed, the impact on his back is too hard." replied the doctor in front of us, at once the mother looked at me with a gaze full of anger without a word. I've been infuriated by my mother a lot, but this time it's not the look I've gotten at least until now.

Mother pulled my arm very roughly and took me home, I was shaking at that moment and in my mind I would definitely be beaten or whatever it was that would definitely torture me. But when I got home, although my mother dragged me back very rudely but she just sat me in the living room that spread tatami and a table in the middle. A hellish room to me because of this, the one where my mom insulted Daniel, and when mom forced me and Jester to confess to our lies, everything started in this room.

In that room my mother and I sat facing each other for a very long time, mother did not say a single sentence and just looked at me with her sharp gaze. From that look I understood all the anger of my mother back then, I was so frightened that I looked down and did not dare to look back at her. Honestly maybe looking down is the only way to avoid the gaze of the mother, but it is all wrong.the gaze seemed to penetrate my brain and the shadow of the gaze of the mother is constantly reflected in my mind.

I don't know how long it had been when we continued in such a position, the legs were numb from tingling when the bed rested too long but the mother did not seem to know what tingling was. At nightfall, my mother stood up and left me there. Me? no. I couldn't stand up even just to straighten my tingling legs back then, I was so frightened by my mother's silence. Until I finally fell asleep in that place, whether since when I fell asleep and I no longer feel the pain of my feet.

Until dawn broke, I woke up after my nanny woke me up in the living room. Nancy, a woman in her thirties who took care of me from childhood until at least twelve years of age at that time. "Miss Naomi..wake up, it's morning.let's have breakfast first and go to school" she said gently as she woke me up, I felt like yesterday was a dream until Nancy's face reminded me that it wasn't a dream. Nancy was so compassionate to me back then and I cried for a moment, she hugged me so warmly and tried to make me strong again.

After a while I cried in her arms, Nancy gave me two slices of bread and a glass of warm milk. He looked so scared when he gave it to me, to be honest at the time I didn't know why he was scared and I didn't ask. Nancy told me to eat quickly and she prepared all my needs for school at that place, "Miss Naomi today there are many classes right? enjoy school today yes, Nancy loves you and Miss Naoko. Your mother is very dear to you, no matter what happens" it was my nanny's last words just before leaving the room after I finished my bread and glass of milk. Yes, that was really his last speech until now.

I walked to the carport to ride in my delivery car, my driver smiled sweetly at me as usual. Edwin his name, the middle-aged man was probably in his fifties back then. "Good morning beautiful Miss Naomi, ready to start today?" he said as he opened the rear passenger door for me, I just smiled at him and walked in and sat down as usual. Everything was as usual except for mom, she wasn't in front of the main entrance to let go of me to school. I don't know where you've been all day, I don't dare to look for it either.