I Choose You!
#Special4 The Past of the Present Colliding
Hmmm...?
This..my room. Still night huh? The curtains are not so thick. The outside light should still be visible. This seal, means midnight.
Waking up this way continues. Then, my insomnia recurred.
I better wake up. It feels uncomfortable if you can't sleep but force you to sleep.
Am I going to Rasyi's room again? No need to pretend to be a child who is afraid to sleep alone. Because that's not the problem.
I want to read something, but no reading.
A lot in my library. But the room was always locked with Rasyi. So I as Abizar never went there. One time never saw it.
If the key, it should be there.
“Try it,” talk to yourself while getting off the mattress.
Open the door slowly. Keep closing again when it's out.
The staircase lights still work if anyone passes. Slow down, keep turning right. Next to the front door, there was a wall closet. Special for key.
Hm?
The gap under the guest room door is clearly visible. Still on. Then Rasyi is still there.
“Rasyi...,” can't sleep either?
Move slower so as not to be discovered. If you slide a little short chair, can reach my hand to the closet.
It's the house key. Fares vehicle key. Automakers. One more house.
Hm? I've never seen this key. Just try to take it to the library.
Slowly fix the position of the chair. Go on, walk towards the kitchen. In the kitchen there is a door. It's supposed to be Nisa's indoor garden, and my library.
Lt could. Keys fit.
Finally the door opened.
Lamp's dead. Garden tube has Nisa not installed roof. So it looks bright stars up there. It was dark, though nothing had changed.
A very nostalgic thing.
Come in, shut the door. The road goes to my library door.
If Rasyi does not move, it should be around the closet here there is a spare key. There, can I go inside.
“Any...,” goes deeper.
Realize that this room has no dust at all. The door is always closed.
The lamp is here.
Nothing really changed. Bookcase. Sofia.
Hm? Change one. I don't remember bringing this album to the table here. This is Nisa's photo album.
Sit down and look around its contents, “Heh,” laughs.
Photos of our time SMA. College is even married. A lot has been arranged Nisa so one here.
Who put this here⏤
“Eh?! Abi! Duh! Don't make Nanna panic dong!”
Caught. There's Rasyi here.
I stood up, released the book on the sofa, “Sorry, Nanna.”
But, for some reason, he didn't look angry. She... scared?
Rasyi sat on his knees in front of me. Hold my face gently. His expression was not as scared as before, but so sad.
“Thy come here?” he still elus my cheek.
Because I shouldn't know this place. Only one reason makes sense.
“The door is always Nanna key, so Abi is curious...”.
Breathe again him, “Do not repeat again.”
Children don't think much about cause and effect. So I can ask what and why without feeling guilty. If you want to know why, you should ask now.
“Why can't Abi get in here?”
Rasyi. But she ended up sitting on the sofa, “Not that Abi can't, Nanna just doesn't want to open.”
“Why?”
She picked me up to sit next to her, “Nanna just doesn't want her library dirty.”
Although the problem is, Rasyi definitely thinks I don't need much explanation because my thinking is still simple. Can't get more information.
Try a little more, “This is whose photo?” I pointed to the photo album next to him.
Rasyi was crying again. But he could hold it until his face looked normal again.
He's down under the table. There are some books there. Those are the children's books I used to put on Zeline every time she came here. Nothing has been moved yet.
I don't know what he's thinking. Suddenly he picked me up and sat on his lap. Opening a book.
That book. Why is it here?
“Tada...,” he opened that pop-up book.
The story of princesses and kings who lost queens and princes. Basically, it is a story about us.
Rasyi did not answer at all what I asked earlier. He still tells me about the book.
But I know he's trembling in fear.
“Nanna who made this?” I started talking before he started reading again.
“Good right~?” Rasyi kiss forehead over my left eye, “Abi like it? If you like, Abi can take kok.”
I should ask.
“Nanna. Why can't Abi come here?”
“Book here many hard loh~”
“This is his father Nanna right?”
Please, say something.
“Abi heard from where?” sound slowly.
Wh who? I can't blame anyone else. Rasyi must have asked her person directly once called her name. Must have been caught lying.
“Tadi Abi saw a book called Rizki Wirandi on the table there. That's Nanna's dad, right?”
“Hmm.. that's it,” Rashi hugged me tightly.
“What is Nanna like?” I want to know his opinion.
How deep is his wound about me? What to treat? What work should be done for this princess?
First, I need to know what his mind is.
“Where yes..,” Rasyi still hug, “Least kayak aki Hendra. But it can be soft as nini Sari.”
What a strange explanation.
“Always works alone even though in fact he cannot.”
Hm?
“Have a mind of your own. Selfish and can always make people worry. If she's missing.., what should I do?”
Rash....
Is he crying?
“What if... whereas papa always does everything for Rasyi. But Rasyi...”.
That feeling, Rasyi felt guilty.
I know Rasyi is always not calm if there is one problem. That matter had always been considered his problem as well. Unknowingly he was full.
Rasyi should not feel guilty. Death is death. That's what people call it. That's not a problem.
“Nanna never had a dream...”.
Hm?
“Nanna was born an orphan. School and work all make Nanna her own.”
That's....
“So, Nanna met people in the middle of the road. It was dark that night. Don't know why. It's cold, it's quiet. Shots...”
That's... Vast....
Now that's Rasyi.
The one I killed back then....
“Ha ha, sorry. Nanna so emotional,” Rasyi let go of my embrace.
I want to see her face. Rasyi.
“Loh, Abi? How crying? Scared huh?” he hugged me again, “Sorry huh?”
Then Rasyi knew that his previous life was Sekar. He knew his own father had made him leave.
What...., “What does Nanna hate the same people that Nanna met?”
Hugs off. Rasyi, her mind is not here anymore, “Initially.., Nanna does not believe that it is her. But, Nanna. Nanna can't hate. Nanna darling..”.
Hm?
“Nanna?”
“Eh? Duh!” Rasyi claps her own cheeks, “Nanna talks about what the hell? Want to read that book in the room? Abi still have to sleep~”
Rasyi....
“Abi darling, sorry ya Nanna horror-creepy story,” she kissed my forehead again, “Yuk we slept.”
Quit crying. Rasyi could not stop worrying.
“Abi know?” Rashi rubbed my face with her own clothes, “Abi tuh mirii~ip once with her papa Nanna.”
Yeah. I know....
Papa promised, Rasyi will be happy. Please wait until I can.
