I'm the Forgotten One

Sincere Smile.

While in the midst of panic that hit Alzio, in fact opposite Agatha. Agatha seemed eager to dance like a Disc Jockey (DJ) as if without a burden on her heart. Sometimes he danced to nudge people on his right left to make others uncomfortable, but he did not care at all. He wants to be free, wants to enjoy the world, wants to let go of the fatigue in the heart, the mind in the head, also the pain that whack.

“Yuhuuuu!!! It turns out that this world is indeed beautiful, yes!” agatha exclaimed in her place while stretching out both her hands. The hustle and bustle of humans dancing to the beat of music felt so happy Agatha. “Remain no, Brother?” Agatha patted Bernard's back. “Let’s dance together, Brother!” Agatha grew more excited, while the clock continued to turn her hands towards eleven o'clock in the evening.

“What did you drink earlier?” ask Andrew to Cath. He was a little curious as to why Agatha had become such a lunatic, when this was the second time that Agatha was drunk.

Cath simply shrugged both of her shoulders. “Just kidding, Drew. But it looks like Bernard deh arranged the drink little brother.”

“Udah, enough, Agatha! You are drunk very heavily. Come on, we'll drive you home!” Andrew held Agatha's hand. Agatha stood staggering still while leaning on Bernard.

“No! I don't want to go home, brother. I'm leaving the house. I don't want to go back to that house anymore! Come Brother Bernard, we dance back.”.

“What did he say? Stop off? Joking, huh?” Cath smiled amusedly as she looked at Andrew.

“Ooohh, no! My God, why is Zio here? Lothawat! Zio is here! Don't tell me to pick me up. Why did he get here? I don't want him to drag me home. Brothers, help me! Please protect me..” Agatha crouched between Andrew and Bernard while screaming in fear.

“Zio? Which zio? Zio who, Agatha? Your brother, isn't he?” ask Bernard. Agatha shook her head, then began to cry.

“Cowok who wears the black shirt! That, that one wears black. He walked in here!” Agatha groping.

Andrew, Bernard, and Cath looked at each other with confused faces. No one, as Agatha said, was approaching them. There was no guy in black like Agatha meant.

“Heii, Tha. You're just hallucinating! There is no Zio you mean that!” snapped Andrew. “What do you put in the drink?” andrew turned to Bernard.

“No-apain. I just poured whiskey in the glass many times. Okay, it's okay. Don't like to raise trouble, deh!” bernard replied casually.

“Now what do we do?” ask Cath to her two friends.

“Yes we'll take him home! Bernard, help me carry him!” pinta Andrew on Bernard's a little bit sniffy.

“Hey, where are we going again? To your house, yes, Brother?” ask Agatha ngelantur.

“No! We don't have a home. We are used to sleeping in the store's emperor, sidewalk, under the toll!” answer Andrew ketus.

“Kalo that, we're the same, brother. I'm coming with you! Pleaseee..”.

“Gue wants to bring him home. You guys come with me?” Andrew turned to his two friends. Neither Bernard nor Cath, no one was unmoved. They refused to take Agatha.

“Ya is so. The answer is, you guys didn't come with me anterin he came home.” Andrew looked at his two friends. He immediately brought Agatha. Agatha's hand was tied around her neck so that it could easily compensate for Agatha's already heavily drunk steps.

“Be careful, yes, Drew!” bernard said he was taking Andrew and Agatha away.

“Take me off, Brother! I can do it myself!” Agatha jerked Andrew's hand, then released her hand that was draped around Andrew's neck. Andrew had to escort Agatha from behind to the parking lot where Agatha's car was parked. Previously, he did go by taxi, but after he thought it was good if he told Mang Judas to drive his car. And Mang Judas was forced to obey the wishes of his small employer.

“Kak, we're not going home, are we?” agatha asked as she sat in the car. Andrew did not answer and he continued to concentrate on driving.

Because Andrew ignored her question, Agatha was upset. “Where are we going, SIS? Brother has to tell me!” agatha shouted loudly to make Andrew turn to her with an annoyed face.

“Yes, home! Your house! Where else are we going?”

“Please, Brother. Nay! I don't want to go home! Stop the car!” Agatha screamed hysterically and tried to grab the steering wheel from Andrew's hand. There was a struggle between them. Agatha tried to turn her car.

“Hehhhh, what are you? Wanna die, huh? Don't bother people anymore drive!” andrew's left hand tried to push Agatha's hand away, while his right hand kept trying to drive properly.

THIIINNNNN!!! A car laxed them hard and long. Not to forget the driver swore at Andrew.

“KAK, I give you a choice now. Stop now or I'll jump out of this window?” threaten Agatha while slowly opening the windshield. Andrew was helpless and could do nothing more. He pulled the car over the shoulder of the road and stopped.

“Okay, now what do you want, hmm?” asked Andrew in annoyance. “Damn! This is fucking real. Why did I take care of you, anyway? Basic spoiled child ungrateful.”

Agatha was just crying. He was crying while still drunk. He really doesn't want to go home. Plus Andrew was yelling at him like that. “Bad boy! I intentionally ran away from home. So now I have no place to stay. I don't know where to go, but my brother told me to go, snapped to me again..Who are you, brother? Haaa? Don't take me home..”.

Andrew looked at Agatha intently. There was guilt in his heart. He also regretted having spoken harshly to Agatha. He also did not think that from now on what Agatha said at the club was really, not just rags.

“Ya udah.” Andrew rubbed Agatha's head gently. “I'm sorry I knocked you out and said rudely. We're not going home. Remove your tears. Now, I'm gonna take you somewhere. Okay well? Am I forgiven?” Andrew started the car engine again and this time they darted in the darkness of the night after a deal.

Andrew drove a car through the streets that felt increasingly deserted. On the side, there were only garden lights as lighting and appeared to be a river that flowed quietly. Andrew stopped the car near the fan spruce.

“Come down! We have arrived,” invite Andrew who has been outside first.

“This is where, Brother?” agatha asked flatly with narrowed eyes.

“Beautiful place,” replied Andrew briefly.

“This is heaven? Am I in heaven now? That means I'll meet Jesus, brother?”

Andrew just rolled his eyeballs. He did not think that Agatha was looking for Jesus. “This child is completely insane. Yeah, he's crazy,” inner Andrew.

Agatha with minimal awareness finally got out of the car. He could feel the cold of the night breeze piercing to his bones.

“Come!” Andrew extended his hand to Agatha. Just as Agatha welcomed the helping of the hand, she suddenly felt nausea in her stomach and immediately vomited out the contents in her stomach.

“Uhhh, God!” Andrew turned his face away. It was fortunate that he had not been hit by the spurts from Agatha's vomit. “You okay?” Andrew patted Agatha's back patiently.

Andrew nodded. “Yes the name is also drunk, his stomach must be nauseous, head dizzy.” Andrew continued to notice Agatha who was still enduring the nausea. Agatha repeatedly apologized to Andrew.

“Udahlah. Have you been mendingan?” Andrew took out a handkerchief from his jeans pocket. “You're cold? This..” Andrew took off the jeans jacket from his body and placed it on Agatha's shoulder. Agatha accepted it without saying anything, just a small smile that she could describe. Agatha could also feel the warmth of Andrew's kindness. He also just realized that on Andrew's right arm there is a tattoo of a dove perched on the twig.

“What place is this, Brother?” agatha asked confusedly as she tried to let go of the horrified thoughts about the appearance of her new friend. Although his hair was bright purple and there was also a tattoo on his right arm, Andrew was a handsome young man. It was just that her appearance was what made Agatha slightly shudder in horror.

Andrew smiled. If remembered, it felt like a smile that was the first smile that Andrew showed very sincerely to Agatha. “Udah said, this is a beautiful place. Come on over there!” Andrew pointed to a vast expanse of green grass on the uphill ground. If Agatha was in a slightly conscious state, she would have realized that the place she was with Andrew now, she had been with Dirgo at that time.

Agatha and Andrew walked up there. Standing on the slightly higher one, the wind felt even firmer and they could see all over the city. The brightness of the city lights was like the light of a candle strewn beneath their feet. The river that was flowing quietly seemed to reflect the moonlight perfectly. The moon had just emerged from his dispute. The atmosphere is so soothing and romantic it feels too.

“Woooww..!” exclaim Agatha exuberance. “Amazing, man!”

“Amazing, right? Here we can scream with satisfaction. Wanna berate people, get angry, cake! Or want to express love also no one will be horrified..!!” Andrew slightly shouted into the air. The night wind seemed to be able to swallow his voice just like that.

“WOOOOII...!!!” Agatha shouted while curling her two palms around her mouth. “I HATE TO BE ME! WHY SHOULD I BE ME, GOD? WH WHY? WHY SHOULD I LIVE, LORD?”

Andrew looked at Agatha at a glance while making a smile. “Beautiful-beautiful but sangar is also a girl,” her inner self. “GOD, I HATE IT MORE SO ME!” tymphal Andrew's. “IF YOU REALLY EXIST, TALK TO US!”

For a moment the wind blew louder and the leaves fell from the twigs. As if that was God's only answer to Andrew's question. Now, it was Agatha's turn to look strangely at Andrew.

“God is there, when you don't know, anyway?” agatha said cynically. “Did Brother never teach in Sunday School?”

“Sunday School? You're crazy, aren't you? I never believed God existed! I used to be in Sunday School, but it was just a fairy tale in my opinion. I really can't believe it!”

Agatha glared, as if wanting to swallow Andrew round and round just like that. “Sinting nih people,” her inner. “Then what is it, Brother?” Agatha pointed at the cross necklace on Andrew's neck with her taper chin.

“This? Oh, it's just a trend!” andrew replied casually. Agatha spoke no more, for it was strange to her. Wearing a cross necklace but not knowing and not believing God.

“Means Brother doesn't know what it means?” challenge Agatha. He did not know why to ask this question when he himself did not know much about the meaning of the cross.

“Tau,” replied Andrew. “I told you, I used to attend Sunday School. Jesus was the one who dared to die, right? He was willing to be crucified to atone for human sins. Aye?”

“Maybe!” agatha said without being able to say anything more. He also did not know what to answer, his knowledge of the Bible and Jesus was not much.

“I HATE NADINE! TRAITOROUS COMPANIONS! I HATE WELSON THE SNAKE-HEADED JERK! I HATE YOU GUYS TOO, DADDY MOMMY! HOWDY! WHY ARE YOU ALL THAT BUTTER TO ME?!” Agatha gasped and screamed, and her cries exploded.

“Come, follow me,” pinta Andrew. “F*CK YOU ARE!!”

“F*CK YOU....!!”

“AAAAAAAARGGGHHH..!!” jest Andrew and Agatha together. For a few minutes they continued to scream, expelling the vexation in his heart, when the vexation felt like it could no longer be said with words. When the vocabulary maki-haki it feels they have been wholesale and there is no right word to be said from the dictionary they both.

After tired of screaming and shouting, they lay their bodies in the grass. They laugh until they cry. They looked at the stars and tried to count them one by one. Their hands were raised into the air while pointing at the star.

“One, two, three, four ... seventeen, eighteen ...” count Agatha. While Andrew who was beside him counted without making a sound. Andrew calculated it using the language of the breast.

“If only I could pick up one of the beautiful stars there.” Agatha said as her hands continued outstretched pointing to the stars in the sky.

“If I could also stay on the moon or stars.” Andrew said. He stretched out his arms and legs like he was forming a star.

“Kalo there will be a shooting star, Brother want what?” ask Agatha.

“Entaih! The hell do you believe that?”

“Yes, no problem, have hope. Brother himself? Does your sister have no desire?” cecar Agatha.

“Ngak. For me, life is like this. Just go through every existing process.”

“So Punk's son? That would also include a purpose in life, Kak.”

“Maybe...” Andrew then closed his eyes. “You have a shooting star, I'll ask that I can stay in a star. Can't do it, huh? Then I invite you to stay together there, forever.” Without realizing it, his last sentence just escaped, I don't know if.

“Ya, may be able to..” Agatha smiles at the stars. “Kalo me.. I want time to spin back. I'm really sorry..”.

“What do you want to fix and you change?” Andrew turned to Agatha. “Not all things in this world we can fix and change.”

“I want to be God..” said Agatha with origin.

“Wow!” andrew commented with a funny smile.

“God must be busy, yes, Sister ... proof, He never answered all my prayers. Now, what's he doing, huh? Is God sleeping at this hour? Or still feeding five thousand people? Healing the sick? Or, does He remember me?”

“Forget!” Andrew then woke up from his lying position earlier. “Now, where are you going?”

“I'll come with you, Brother.” Agatha also got up, hugged her knees tightly.

“Yakin?” asked Andrew with sparkling eyes. How else, he thought. Agatha just nodded steadily. Slowly Andrew hugged Agatha from behind. Sebatt made Agatha shocked.

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To be continued…