Layu Set

Pawned

Hot welcomes that make his heart and mind burn. Set aside all the shaking that infiltrated the entire body, when setting foot in that place. The scene of a tragedy that took away the rest of the inner calm he had.

"Still dare you go home?" snapping at the mother who seemed to not care about her feelings.

"However you teased your own stepfather," so narrow was the thought of Early Mom, accusing him of such contempt.

Kinar flinched at the words, more pain than just being sliced open. It felt bloodless, with no visible marks.

Silence dampened anger, gathering unrequited words hurt. She's her real mother anyway.

"If you think like that, please. I think Mom still has a conscience. And I know both me and Mom's husband." Kinar slowly galloped into his room, gathering some of his treasures that might not be as valuable.

Her tears continued to pierce, though she desperately tried to hold it. Beating his chest repeatedly, hoping to loosen the whacky tightness inside there. While picking up his belongings, the items he would bring back to war with the reality of a life full of surprises.

"I'm good, take good care of your mother. Sorry for everything" he said stammered with a nearly broken cry. It was too heavy to walk away from the mother, but too bitter to hold on.

While the mother dissolved in silence, there was no attempt to prevent Kinar's departure. His conscience is still closed to his bad thoughts.

Kinar's step was further, occasionally wiping the tears that were still flowing uncontrollably. Trying to be strong even though he was actually too tired for her.

Now he had arrived in front of a small house, in a densely populated residential complex. He hesitantly knocked on the door.

"What are you here for?" greet a middle-aged woman with a cynical tone.

"Sorry to disturb Mrs de, I want to stay here," said Kinar to throw away his horror because there was no other place for him to take shelter.

"Why, get kicked out with your mom. Or by her useless husband," there seemed to be a great disharmony between Bu de and her mother Kinar.

"Later to tell you the story, ma'am de, can I come in first?"

"Come in!"

Declining tears, Kinar recounted the incident that happened to him honestly without missing a single one. Making the heart of Bu Ira Bu with pity, full of pity.

"Yes, you stay here. Do not think about your mother's attitude again, later when the time comes, she just mengeselah," said Bu de who pulled Kinar's body into his arms. Gave him a sense of comfort.

"Thank you Mrs de," Kinar tightened his embrace.

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Time goes for sure even though for Kinar feels slowing down, living his daily life which is now much changed. Anin's only close friend is now away, spreading hatred to her other friends. Maybe this is the punishment he deserves, Kinar thought.

All Kinar could do now was just shut down. Focus with one more year left to graduate from high school. While looking for extras to sustain his own life with part-time work.

When he was free, he visited Jay who was still waiting for the trial process. And Kinar is willing to be a witness who could possibly ease Jay's sentence.

"Aren't you working?" ask Jay.

"I'm leaving soon."

"No need to visit me too often."

"Yes." replied Kinar who was still awkward with Jay.

"This is for Mas" Kinar placed a bruised ointment on Jay's palm.

"Tomorrow I will come again" said Cila, rising from his seat, quickly leaving Jay still staring.

I'm afraid it will be hard to let you go, because I just want to tie you up with a bond of heart. It's not a trap that makes you uncomfortable. Jay has fallen, fallen too deep on that poor little girl.

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The noise of the visitors that night made Kinar overwhelmed, pacing back and forth serving table after table. In the midst of his fatigue he still got the nagging of some impatient visitors.

"I am not this pesen," said a handsome man pointing after the expression. For the umpteenth time Kinar misdelivered the order.

"I ordered American" he said again.

"Sorry Mas I got the wrong table, I will change soon," replied Kinar lowered his head, admitting his mistake. Rushed back to the back, taking the appropriate order.

Without realizing it, Roman's gaze accompanied his steps until it vanished into the fray.

Tired once..mumamnya in the heart while selonjoran pressing his calf that feels sore. His face was shiny, with sweat dots on the edges.

Roman accidentally returned to notice the girl. A girl of her sister's age with a different fate. Iba, maybe that's how he feels right now. Before he finally returned to his desk, grabbed his bag and then immediately walked out of the place. Leaving behind a small package of muscle pain medication that he used to use.

Kinar who still had to finish his work immediately got back up, cleaning the table as well as the contents of the room. Before turning off the lights flipping the Closed board, end the job tonight.

While walking he read the medicine he found on the table earlier, without knowing who the owner was.

Maybe this is useful for me, he said with a smile plastered beautifully on his tired face. But the picture of Roman figure was still passing real in his mind, a little guess he was the owner of the drug. Maybe just missed, he thought.

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Long story short, Jay's trial was held. Kinar's statement, which was the only key witness, eased Jay's position. Until the hammer beats the judge ruled a four-year prison sentence for Jay.

The decision that Kinar felt was still heavy, four years of innocent people replacing him in confinement. Somehow he has to pay. He felt he was just a pawn. Whatever Jay requests later, he will certainly fulfill, even if it's his body.

"If I do well here, my punishment may be lessened. Not long, is it?" jay said when he met Kinar.

"After you get out, I'll pay for it. Whatever Mas wants," said Kinar.

"You have to spend your life serving me" Jay smiled back, with a sentence implying a meaning.

Hearing that, Kinar only threw out half his smile, "whatever I will fulfill, as long as I can."

"I'm just kidding, I'm not asking for anything. Live with happiness. That's enough, take good care of yourself" Jay said with a deep look.

Kinar just nodded slowly, wiping away the tears quickly so Jay wouldn't see it. Wrong, however, quickly home Jay's hand had stuck to his face, rubbing gently wipe away his tears.

"Your tears are too precious, don't be taken out for free" he said, raising both corners of Kinar's lips, trying to show his smile.

"Don't be a weak woman, be strong for yourself" Jay said before Kinar stepped away.

"I will try," Kinar felt confident he was capable.

"I will not waste the sacrifice that Mas gave," Kinar tightly grasped Jay's hand. It was as if he had devoted himself to that figure, though he was unsure where his heart was linked to.