Lara's Admirers

Episode 79's

　

　

“Keep my alone dong in school, the same three people.” complained Stefani followed by her lips that advanced a few centi it.

“They will not know about girls.” he continued then lowered his gaze.

“Quietly, I will not be long kok.” said as I patted his shoulder slowly.

The girl gave a small smile while showing the row of white teeth. Only this time Stefani can be close and so trusting of someone. He had never done that before, because it was too difficult for him to do . But not with him today or yesterday before. In the past he could only trust himself, because he was confident that he could rely on himself.

Seeing the girl sitting next to me smiling widely, I immediately smiled at her. At least for now he can understand what my condition is now. There are some things I have to leave behind for a while, for the sake of some things I want in the future.

After all the explanations given were clear enough, we resumed our dinner. Still still talking indeed, only now the topic of discussion is much lighter and relaxed. Time at the dinner table with family is hard to find. Not everyone can get this simple thing so easily. Some people can't get it all even if they want to.

A few minutes at the dinner table earlier, it almost made me lose half my consciousness from being overwhelmed by drowsiness. Stefani and I immediately went back to the room to rest. I have to get up early tomorrow to leave in a private car. Mama and papa will take me to Bandung early in the morning. They said so the road wouldn't get too jammed.

“Good night stef!” I said as I raised my blanket.

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Still at four in the morning, usually Stefani wake up at hours like this if you need a quick to go to school. But if you're not doing anything, this girl usually wakes up in about an hour.

Mom and Dad were waiting for me downstairs, to leave soon. Grandma had actually also woken up at this hour, but for today they were all still sleeping. I don't know if maybe they don't care about me leaving. Maybe in a few days I'll be back, but it won't be long because I have to leave again soon.

Lucky because yesterday I was sick and didn't go to school, so I had more time to get ready. This good thing does not make me need to be overwhelmed to prepare everything. Now I'm getting ready to carry my suitcase out of this place. I will definitely miss this place for the next few days.

‘Tap! Taps! Tap!’

My footsteps sounded clear as I was going down the stairs. His voice was much louder than usual. I hope I'm not waking someone up with this noise, I hope nothing gets disturbed. Today I wear black ankle boots, which are combined with a matching blazer. Those shoes are the cause of this little mess.

I honestly don't really remember when I bought this one. I also do not know what is my main reason for buying these shoes. This is the only fashion shoe I have had since a few years ago. Usually the shoes that I had before were on average a kind of snikers with various models.  So there's no harm in me thinking if I have at least one different shoe. Ankle boots aren't too bad for me.

“Aready sha?” ask mama..

I just nodded slowly, saying what he said. Papa is also seen preparing with his suit. After making sure that all his things were perfect and that he was left behind, my parents and I immediately moved on to leave this place. Although I only went for a few days because I was going to take the test, it felt like I was going to leave forever. I could never really be far from home especially if my family lived in it. Just like when I got the chance to exchange students to Japan back then. I only lasted a few days there. Actually at that time Japan was not too bad for me, the atmosphere was pleasant and the people were also friendly. I love Japan with all the peace I can get there. But somehow Indonesia seems to keep ringing in my head. The mother earth as if continuously whispering the seductions of the head island to call me back. True said people, if we go as far as anything nantiny sure will always return to where our story began. This homeland is my first step, here I was raised by loving hands.

“I promise to come back here again, after completing my studies in South Korea. Just pray that I can get the scholarship program.” my inner peace of mind, while looking at the two figures of my parents who are driving on the front bench.

I don't really like traveling by car or bus. Both vehicles are always successful to remind me of dark events that I do not want to remember anymore actually. To be honest indirectly they have traumatized me from the accident, which never happened to me before. Some accidents are not just minor accidents or mediocre ones. But my life was almost at stake then.

Some of the flaws left in my body are like a reminder that I once swapped them for a life. Some of my abilities that they forcibly took from me were, as a payment worth the deal I made with death indirectly. But now that I can multiply everything, my emotions are under my control completely. The trauma was not as scary as I had ever felt before, now everything is slowly improving.

So it doesn't matter if they take me with a car like this. But there is always something different to it. Long ago, I told my mom and dad if I could go by train by myself. But still they insisted and wanted to take care of me he said. So inevitably I had to overcome their wishes. Although actually taking the train there is no problem either.

Mama said papa will also all see some land in bandung. They said they would look for one house in the city, because he said the atmosphere of the city was not as hot as Jakarta. After you retire later, mom and dad will settle in a house they have bought in Bandung later. The two people who love each other, will age with time and enjoy their old age in the city of their choice. That means the house in Pematangsiantar will be sold, but we all know exactly if the house has so many memories.

“This is sha, eaten first breakfast. You haven't had time to eat breakfast.” said mama while thrusting me a bowl of porridge.

Actually this is an instant porridge that we had bought earlier when stopping at the minimarket near home. Lucky this family always carries a small hot water thermos wherever they go. So no need to worry about this kind of business.

I enjoyed the morning atmosphere along the way to Bandung. The air is still very fresh, because not too many vehicles have passed. Today for the first time I saw the sun come out of hiding in the middle of a journey like this. Staring how the process of rising the lagit object to the sky that began to turn blue. Peering at the sun from multiple directions, aiming at it from countless angles. Because usually the sun has gone up first when I leave the house to go to school. Or even sometimes it's the dancing that wakes me up from my deep sleep to go to school.

Because the day has begun to look brighter, because the night must change with the morning. With how dare the orange beam painted the pitch and monochrome with orange color. A golden yellow orange that gives a lot more color than black. The more gradations in the sky the better it looks.

Without me realizing we had started to enter Bandung City, I do not know for sure which area this is. It's just papa said if now we have been in the city of Bandung. Still on the outskirts of Bandung, but it feels much different from Jakarta. I can't describe how and from what perspective the difference is. Because I'm sure everyone's point of view is different. That's why it's useless if I say it, because not necessarily if my opinion with the opinions of others could have been different.

Now we went to one of the hotels that had been booked on purpose for the next few days. Papa ordered two different rooms, one for me and the other for mom and dad. The test will be tomorrow and it's early in the morning around eight. I really hope to pass this scholarship test. So far I have taken several scholarship tests to various countries around the world. Right now I don't want to just focus on one scholarship, if there are still many who offer it I can definitely take the scholarship. If I don't make it through for the scholarship this time, maybe I'll be accepted for another scholarship.

It turned out that my room and my parents were opposite, but it was still one hallway. It's no big deal either, after all I usually sleep alone before Stefani comes and lives with me. Look on the bright side, I can get my personal space again. Without anyone here, it's just me and me. Finally I can go back to doing what I want here and freely express myself, without having to be afraid if I see others.

For a while I'll be estranged here first, until all his affairs are completely finished. Actually I keep following all the subject matter that I had left behind. Titan these few days always sends me all his subject matter. Even without asking at all, he always did that to me. It is the real form of a definition of a good friend, and the person is a Titan.

I lined up for a while and rested for a while. At exactly one o'clock, mom and dad will take me to the restaurant for lunch. The place is not far from here, just stay down to the ground floor because it is a place to eat is located in the hotel basement.

“What do you eat sha?” ask your mom while looking at the menu.

“Terasur mama aja.” said and directly embraced by papa.

We have never been confused about the food menu. Papa and I can eat anything while it doesn't taste so bad. What matters is enough to keep me alive for the next few days.

“What if chicken oyster sauce?” ask mom again.

“And I am sick again ma, where can eat spicy-spicy said the doctor.” replied me with disappointment.

“So you want to eat what?” ask papa while gently stroking the top of my head.

“So mama asked me what she said up to mama. Now even protest, how the hell.” grumbled the woman while occasionally clucking.

I only responded with a small smile, as if innocent at all. No need to be too dizzy, after all, my mother always understood with my will, and vice versa. Although now I have been said to be entering a fairly adult age, even have been old enough if I decided to take care of the SIM in my own name. But still these two people in front of me do not think I really like an adult. For them I am none other than and will not always be and remain a child figure in front of them. And they will also remain my parents no matter what happens.

“Yes already, make Eresha mama chicken hen hen grilled honey just want?” ask mama for the umpteenth time.

I nodded at his words immediately. I don't want to make it difficult anymore to find a menu that suits me. I knew he was hungry and wanted to eat soon. If I keep rejecting every food choice he gives me, there is not only a hungry mama. Papa and I will be the next victims.

I love them so much, even though some time ago there was a great fight in the middle of our family. Maybe at that time all family members were just not used to the presence of new family members that we had never expected before. What I never expected meant, I'm sure if mom and dad would have known about Renata before me. But for now I'm so grateful that my family has returned intact like what I've missed before.

Mama is not a cruel and sadistic stepmother who only pursues papa's treasure, just like I see in soap operas in general. Mama is very far from that word, which does not describe at all how she is to this family. For some times my mother was angry with me, and it was natural in my opinion because it was based on something logical. If you say that mama only wants to make use of the wealth of pap, it feels impossible. I know that they love each other, because someone once told me that eyes are windows to us.

I've been with my mom since I was a baby. I'm used to growing up and growing up under his care. And I don't think at all about that. The mother will remain a mother until then. Whether you want a biological mother or not should not be a problem. Look at everything from the good side.

“Excuse me, here is the order...” said a waiter who arrived suddenly with the wooden tray.

Then he took out some dishes from the tray he had brought earlier. Put it on the table in such a way. Just seeing his appearance, it has made my stomach rumble. Why suddenly my stomach this one became so village like this, but usually never at all. Whether he can't work with me for a second is really embarrassing.

“This we are providing batagor sample that will soon become a new menu in this restaurant, for free to enjoy every customer who comes here.” explained the waiter.

“Thank you very much.” say us simultaneously.

“Good to enjoy our cooking.” reply the waiter while passing away.

My eyes looked at all the food in front of me with a feeling of admiration. I think I've been floundering or something. This restaurant is not stingy to give the bricks they say are just samples. Yans this one is much more suitable if it is called a portion of batagor that meets the entire surface of the plate. Not to forget with a little pile of fried tofu and then the lidi that is implanted at its peak.

Without lingering any longer, we immediately ate all of the taricama food. To finish him mercilessly again. Surely this food also does not want to linger on the ceramic plate. But I feel like one of them has a philosophy of its own for me. Strange indeed, but it was really something real.

The story of a portion of batagor that I bought with Arka at one of the five-foot brick sellers near the school, which is said to be also a bricklayer subscription to the man. And even more interestingly, it was the merchant who first learned about my relationship with Arka.

Suddenly my mind went back to Jakarta, to Sekolah Nusantara which I have not seen again in a few days like what the building looks like. Every day there is always something changing from the SMA of that one, ranging from the position of the trash can to the flower pot. Haha…. I'm sorry, but it really happened there.

If the trip from Jakarta to Bandung takes billions of seconds, then to get there I only need less than one second. I can imagine what the situation is in that place right now, although sometimes it can't be exactly the same. Because the imaginary world is about what you want, not about what they want.

God, with all his power, created that one world so perfectly. The imaginary world is sometimes reserved for us with a life that is so cruel. When you can't feel everything in the real world, then you can feel everything in the imaginary world. Because that's how some people have fun.