L A T E

3

The scorching sun greeted Fara right after she came out of the cafe. It seems like it's almost noon.

Heat.

Fara was a little sorry for not bringing a jacket to cover her arms that were plastered clearly not protected anything. Unknowingly Fara had been silent in this cafe for over an hour. Immediately Fara turned on his motor matic and pulled the gas.

Vehicle smoke directly hit Fara's face, the distinctive smell was very disturbing. The hot wind fluttered Fara's hair unprotected by the helmet. Fara felt her head shoots hot due to exposure to the afternoon sun. The complex alley where Fara's house is located is already visible, Fara turns her motorbike to the right.

Fara stopped the motor, her eyes looking at the black fence in front of her that was closed. Because lazy—without getting off the motor directly Fara broke through the fence whose height was only the size of the adult's chest. Fara grimaced as a loud noise between the motorcycle tyres and the colliding fences rang out.

Fara drove the motor carelessly in the yard and then turned off the engine of his roaring motor. Fara got off the bike after she had previously unplugged the motor key from her contact. Fara walked casually towards the fence to close it. Turn around and go to the entrance of the house.

Without greeting, Fara came in. Fara was greeted by a cool feeling from the air conditioning. Fara's bare feet walked slowly to enjoy the coolness of the ceramic floor she stepped on.

A loud noise from the kitchen shook Fara whose feet almost touched the first rung of stairs.

“Fara, rinse face keep washing hands on feet, change your clothes too! Don't go straight to sleep!”

Fara snorted, aware that what her mother said was true.

Fara wants to go to sleep.

Fara lazily stepped into the bathroom, and made her meet the woman she called the mother.   

Dilla as Fara's mother who was washing cooking utensils was watching her youngest child. It looks like the girl is walking lazily towards the bathroom where she intersects with the kitchen. Dilla noticed her daughter's flat face and occasionally yawned.

Without greeting her mother, Fara went straight to the bathroom. It wasn't until five minutes that Fara was out. Fara's face was wet with water. Fara dried her hands with a cloth hanging from the wall near the sink where Dilla was. Fara glanced at her mother who was still busy washing. Without any intention of helping, Fara immediately looked up after making sure her hands were dry. Water drops dropped from Fara's face to neck as she walked toward a block-shaped object in gray.

Fara opened the fridge and then picked up the bottle on the side shelf. Fara's left hand moved around to open the lid of the bottle. Without bothering to take a glass directly Fara drank cold water in the tube-shaped bottle. The hot air added to the pleasure that Fara felt as the liquid flowed in her throat.

Dilla was done with the dishes. Dilla rubbed her hands on a floral cloth hanging from the wall right in front of her. After being felt dry, Dilla twisted her body and was immediately treated by the behavior of her daughter who did not know herself.

"Fara! Get a glass there! Do not drink from there. The house people will drink your ex dong!" Dilla's face showed a look of dislike.

Fara doesn't care.

It felt enough, Fara finished her drink. The bottle was covered with the bottle cap in his left hand, then returned to where the bottle was. Fara passed away, intending to head for the room after previously closing the fridge door.

Dilla watched Fara. Dilla was irritated at being ignored.

"Have you eaten?" tanya Dilla tried to be patient with her daughter's behavior.

Fara stopped moving her legs. His neck turned back to look at his mother. "Already"

"Where to eat? You already know Mama's cooking, still eating out." Dilla grew increasingly irritated at feeling her efforts were not appreciated.

Fara sighed, turned her body and looked at her mother. His face showed a lazy expression. "Home on. Before Fara came out. Eat Mama's cooking."

Dilla changed the expression on her face that showed disappointment into an angry expression. His eyes stared hard at Fara. "That's Fara's breakfast! Not lunch!"

"Fara ate her half-ten," Fara replied in a selfless manner.

"That's what you wake up to. The virgins woke up at that hour. The next day it was waking up at dawn, cleaning the house, continuing to the kitchen help Mama cook. Not even a hoop!" omel Dilla was excited, the index finger of his right hand was directed to Fara who was only three steps ahead of him.

Fara was astonished. The initial topic was eating why became the status of Fara who was still a girl?

"Lazy Mama, Fara sleepy to sleep." Fara responded to her mother's long talk.His body was ready to turn around, but her mother's unrelenting voice stopped her.

"Eat Fara!" Dilla remained firm in her stance; told Fara to eat.

"Lazy. Sleepy. Going to sleep." So does Fara who does not want to lose.

"This you, told to eat hard for mercy! Not asked to find money! You should be grateful, out there still ba—"

"Yes! Fara eat. Where's the food." Not meant to be disrespectful for cutting off her Mama's words, it's just that Fara is tired of her Mama's talk getting longer, getting everywhere.

"Wait, you sit down first, Mama takein." Dilla smiled victoriously, then passed to fetch food for Fara.

Fara sat down on the dining table chair. He sighed. Inner grumbling.

Why is today so annoying?

***

Dilla accuses Fara who is still closed. His position was on the bed with both hands on his head. His mouth was slightly open and his chest rose and fell regularly.

Counting that it had been a quarter of an hour he was here to wake the woman before him.

Instantly the flames of anger raged within Dilla.

Dilla had already tried various ways to wake this sleeping princess up. Starting from calling his name, screaming frantically saying fire, tickling his waist, slapping his cheeks, pulling his pillow until pulling down the pants he wears. Yet, still. The boy did not wake up.

If this is the case, Dilla will use it that way.

Dilla took a breath, both of her hands moving towards Fara's ankle and then grasped the leg.

Dilla pulled Fara's leg, taking her down to the floor.

The sound fell and then followed by a groan of pain was heard. Dilla smiled satisfied with the successful action.

Fara held her head that hit the floor. Fortunately, the floor where it fell was covered with a fairly thick carpet.

Fara yawned widely, the back of her right hand rubbing her eyes.

Fara stared at the towering object in front of her. Fara yawned again, put the head to the edge of the mattress. With a sitting position, Fara intends to continue her sleep.

Dilla who could not stand directly pinched Fara's cheek.

Fara instantly regained consciousness, her hand moving to stop her mother's pinch on the cheek. "Mama, sick."

"Meat shower!" Dilla relaxed the pinch slightly on Fara's cheek, but made sure the pain was still felt.

"Yes, Fara took a shower. The nyubit." Fara patted the hanging forearm of her mother.

Dilla released her pinch on Fara's cheek. It shows the red color left there. Dilla sighed. His gaze softened.

Fara immediately stood up, her face sour. Fara looked at her mother not like.

Dilla stroked Fara's cheek which became a victim of the ferocity of her hand. Dilla smiled soberly and then left Fara alone in the room.

Fara still had her sour expression. His left leg had already climbed back into the mattress, but suddenly—

"Fara, shower! Don't go back to sleep!" Mama's voice from downstairs sounded loud and threatening.

Fara sighed.

Damnit.

***

For Fara, the times when all her family members were gathered were her most unwanted moments.

Like at the moment.

Have dinner.

Not that Fara doesn't like her family. Not that Fara does not know gratitude because her family is still complete and healthy. Nor was it because his family was disharmonious and full of problems. It's just that if he can he wants to avoid moments like this, but the fact is that this family always makes dinner together. And Fara, as a family member inevitably had to be involved.

Fara just wanted to keep her feelings in order to stay peaceful. Because often times like this can torment the inner Fara.

"How was college, dear?" A heavy voice rang out, breaking the originally silent atmosphere.

Fara put the fried chicken pieces in her mouth, then chewed her food with pleasure. Fara was silent, busy with her food. Whoa! His father asked the woman sitting next to him.

"Current Pa! Maybe next year Rere can graduate." The woman with long curly hair reaching her back smiled after giving an answer.

The owner of a heavy voice that was none other than Fara's father just nodded. His gaze was shifted to the woman whose hair was tied in a ponytail model. "Fara, your sister's example. Twenty-one years have been a scholar." Abhipraya as the head of the family and the only man in the family gave advice to his youngest child.

"Hm. Still possible." Fara replied to her papa's words. For Fara the word only entered the right ear and then came out the left ear.

Abhipraya glanced at Fara who was chewing her food. "Your grades are fixed, it's second grade High School, it's not long for the exam. Not to be ashamed of you, the math value can always be below eight. Rere never, always boast."

It would be incomplete for Abhipraya if he did not compare the cleverness of his children.

For Fara the value of togetherness that is "woven" when gathering and chatting like this becomes polluted because the words of her papa who—according to Fara— is impressed in favor of one side which is none other than her older sister.

Fara has tried repeatedly to think positively that the one-sided sentence that came out of her father's mouth is a form of encouragement for her. However, the longer it gets sicker. Fara is also not a class of people who are easily motivated just by words like that.

Maybe this is just a defense against Fara who is not smart. However, why is this one counting lesson always glorified and become a reference point to say stupid or not someone? If a person is not good at counting they are immediately recognized as stupid, so in contrast, if a good at counting they are immediately recognized as geniuses. Who knows if one is an expert in another field. It could be that a person has the expertise to argue or express his thoughts straightforwardly. Or have a strong physique and more stamina so that it always gets high marks in the field of sports. Doesn't everyone have their own advantages and disadvantages?

Fara dislikes the narrow thinking of her male parents and is always racing against Fara's shortcomings. His papa seemed to require Fara to be able to and could be regardless of the other advantages that Fara had. Fara knows if parents want the best for her children, but not necessarily the best according to her papa is the best for Fara.

Fara was tired of trying to force herself to be what her father wanted her to be. Fara realized she couldn't, her ability was only that. At such times Fara questioned where did the saying "The results will not betray the effort" go"? In fact, the current results not only betray Fara's efforts but the results of rejecting Fara's efforts. Fara was not a pessimist, she was just trying to be realistic about herself. Therefore Fara is self-aware that this field does not fit him, Fara does not want to devote everything just for the sake of his selfish Papa. Fara felt she had to do as she wished. It is the obligation of children to obey the words of their parents, but children also have the right to choose what they want in the future.

Fara is entitled to her.

Sorry, Fara is not her ambitious sister and always wants to be number one. Fara also does not thirst for attention or achievement. For Fara to do something she wants and to fit her abilities is all that matters.

"Fara's done eating." Fara stood up from her seat and passed to the sink to wash her eating device.

five minutes passed, Fara returned and left to go to the room. "Fara wants to do the job."

Fara's lying.

There was no task, because he had already finished everything last night. Fara just wanted to avoid the topic of conversation that would later torment her inner self.

Abhipraya only nodded briefly. His mother allowed while grumbling. While Rere as Sister Fara looked at him with a smile.

"You want to help?" ask Rere to his sister.

"No. Fara can be alone." Immediately after saying so, Fara passed away towards her room which was on the second floor.

Rere just stared flat at his sister's back away. Rere went back to eating his remaining food.

As an older brother, Rere wanted to be a good example for his younger brother. Rere knew that Fara hated him, because their parents were always comparing them. However, Rere also did not want something like this to be the reason to make him stop reaching the top. Rere is an ambius, the reason for this kind of fraternal relationship will not stop him. Therefore he tried to be ordinary, as if he was like his father was talking about. Smart and always the pride of parents.

Fara should not have the right to hate him.

Rere didn't do anything wrong. Rere just did what he had to do as a child. It's not Rere's fault he's more brilliant than Fara. If there is anything to criticize is the treatment of his father and mother to Rere and Fara, not him.

This sibling relationship was not as simple as Rere had imagined.

At least for both of them.

***