Lara's Frame

Twenty-six Unread Messages

It was so late at night, but why didn't mom and dad come home? What a job would blind them if there was me here who still needed a parent. I want to tell my mom and dad a lot. I want to shed all the sadness I can no longer endure. I shouldn't be like this, because it means I'm just giving mom and dad new thoughts. Surely the mind of mama and papa has been very much because their work is too heavy. Am I just going to trouble mom and dad?

"Miss Kayla, someone wants to meet with the lady" said Bi Uci, a domestic assistant who has only worked here for 2 months.

"Who, Bi?" I'm confused, though,

It's late at night like this, but there are still people who want to see me. Who'sis that? And what was the purpose of his arrival?

"Sorry, Miss. I don't know. I forgot the name," said Bi Uci while lowering his head, a sign of respect.

"It's okay, Bi. Kayla's going there. Thank you, yes, Bi."

"Do I need to be with you, Miss? It's late, I'm afraid that person isn't a good person."

"It's not necessary, Bi. Kayla can be alone 'kok. Aunty just rest, it's night," I said with a sweet smile to Bi Uci. Then I got out of my seat and went to the person who wanted to see me.

Hopefully not the bad guy Bi Uci said.

"Kinyla...." When the front door of the house was opened, I was immediately greeted with a hug that was so tight. I still haven't seen his face. "Mom misses you, son," she said in a hug. She was unwilling to let go of her embrace, making my chest feel even more claustrophobic.

"Mom, that's so tight. Kayla's tight on this."

"Hehehe...." Then the hug was released. Finally I was able to breathe with relief and returned to taking in oxygen without being obstructed.

"What do you want to be here all night?"

"Mommy wants to see you. I miss you, too," said the mother, holding my hand, "Loh? What's your hand?" I realized the bandages were attached to almost my entire hand.

"Neverything, Mom. Kayla was just a little accident, 'kok." I pulled my arm and hid it behind my body.

"You lied!"

Mom's face was so sad that it made me feel guilty for lying. God, there are so many lies I've created in my life.

"Sorry, Mom."

"You know what you've done, son. Why do you do that again?"

Like those? What does mother mean? Does that mean that for the rest of my life, I've always cut my hand? It was only fitting that, when I regained consciousness after the accident, there were so many scars on my hands. But why did I cut my hands so often, huh?

"Mother, Kayla can ask you no?" Because I was curious I meant to ask my mother. I'm sure mom knows.

"What is that, son?"

"That means Kayla used to love handwriting huh, Mom? But why does Kayla often admit that, Mom?"

she was silent, not answering my question at all. Looks like mom is daydreaming.

"Mom...."

My call sent mom back to the real world. Mom was a little surprised, then said, "excuse me, son."

Sorry for what?

Tiins....

The sound of my car cloning stopped my conversation with my mother. Mom just got home.

"Who? There's Santi's mother here. Where's Hasan sir, Mom? Your own mother?" greet your mother when she exits her car which is still parked in the front yard of the terrace.

"I'm alone, Mom. My husband is not coming."

"Oooh," mama replied while nodding her head.

"Mom why did he come home so long? Where are you going, Ma?" I touched my mother's hand and put it against me. It has become my habit like that, as a form of love, love, affection and respect for my mother. Not just mom, dad.

"Sorry, Honey. Much was discussed with my mom's client. If papa doesn't come home tonight. Papa went again to France. Suddenly."

Emang has become a habit of papa who go out of town or out of the country suddenly like this. Not for sightseeing, but because many papa clients are from outside the city of Medan. Plus, meetings too often.

"Who? What's your hand?" Mama also noticed the bandages that were bandaging

my hand.

"So you don't know?" mom said.

I still haven't answered my mother's question. I don't want to lie anymore.

"I just found out, Mom."

"I want to take my son home, Mom. Mother was too busy with work, until my son's condition was not controlled anymore."

Whahuh? Mommy want to take me home? Nah! I still want to live with my mom and dad here. It's not my mama and papa's fault that doesn't control me, but it's my fault. I did something like this.

"Kayla doesn't want to go home" I said later.

"Mom promised you'd take care of you, you went home with me, yak."

"Would not," I said ketus and firmly.

"If you ever do this again, I'll take you home."

"Kayla doesn't want to go home!" I immediately left them for my room, then slammed the door so firmly. Maybe they could hear the sound of my door slamming.

"I can't afford to be separated from my mom and dad" I said. Then I drowned my head with a pillow, and subconsciously I was drowning in a dream. Yeah, I fell asleep.

　

Criating…. Krieg….

The sound of an alarm rang woke me up. For a moment, I glanced at the needle that was running at the clock. At 06.00 WIB.

Holy hooch! Why did I fall asleep?

I grabbed my phone that I put on the nightstand next to my bed when I came home from school yesterday, and I haven't touched my phone at all because I was busy waiting for my mom and dad to come home in the living room.

26 Messages are unread and they're all from Defadan.

I read the message one by one with a smile.

Ai

It's until home

hasn't he?

Ai

How not yet been answered?

You bobo?

Nina bobo oo nina bobo

Erroneous, that's a song

make bobocoin

If the song makes

wake up what person ai?

Oh yes, just remembered

Saurr.

Wrong, this again

no fasting month

Then what the hell?

‘I'm confused about this

‘Ai wake up

Scroll towards the clock listed there, at 22:00

You're not awake yet?

‘How much I have to go

this house of yours

‘You asked the cake

nigh

‘Ya already as you

no, I answered this

‘I want to bomb

your home

‘But use gas

‘Gas what guess,

The ai?

‘Iihh replied

‘Ku a real bomb huh,

use gas fart

‘Let's wake up

time nyium fartku wkwk

‘Judah, I'm cape.

I was bobo first

‘Good night, girlfriend

my favorite

It's still this early, but he can make me happy just

because I read the messages from him yesterday that I haven't answered at all.