Love In Voice
Episode 1's
Tonight in a big quiet house I have to stay alone because Papaku Hendra Angguna is working out of town, while my favorite Minah ART bik who has worked for my family from my childhood suddenly asked for permission to go home because one of his family died.
My name is Yasmin Melodi Angguna. I am the second child of the Angguna family. My brother Candra Angguna is currently in Jakarta taking care of a subsidiary company founded by Papaku.
After my mother's death for all eternity, my Papa went workaholic. His attitude changed for me. If he sees me, he will be sad because my face is similar to my late mother. I'm 20 years old now. I have been in 4th semester with a major in Accountancy at a university located in Surabaya because I live in Surabaya.
I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of the silence. Tonight I was alone at home when there was a power outage. Right now I'm scared to be in the corner of my bed, putting my face on both knees.
"Hiks... hiks.
Oh Allah Yasmin is afraid, Mama Yasmin misses mama.......
My body shakes, I'm always scared when it's dark. I who was still covered in fear was immediately shocked by the sound of my phone ringing. Yes, hp relics from my late mother who only standard sms and calls only I use because I feel there is a little calm when wearing the old school phone. Although I am the son of the person who is but I live a simple lifestyle.
I raised my phone with my hands shaking. Seen an unknown number on the screen hp. I hit the call sign.
"How long did I lift my phone. I've called several times why your number isn't in WA. Bima, you no longer know me !!" The voice of a man who sounded annoyed and thought I was Bima. I let her keep talking on the phone because somehow after hearing her voice my fear diminished.
"Hey why are you silent Bima, you really want to make me angry huh?" It's because I still haven't spoken.
"Sorry a... Who are you?" Say it while holding back the cry.
"I'm sorry, who is this. I got the wrong number. Isn't this Bima's number 08xxxxxxxx ?" Said the caller immediately softened.
"Not Brother," I ventured to call brother because his voice was the same age as my brother's.
"That means wrong call, I'm sorry..... Sorry...have interfered with your time," he said to disconnect the phone.
"Sister... hiks..... ", my voice cried because it couldn't hold back my fear.
"Why are you crying? Sorry I thought you were my friend. Don't cry, I'm sorry" The man's voice was so soft it made me feel warm.
"Sister I beg.... hiks.... hiks.... don't close the phone..... hiks......hiks....... I'm afraid," I still cried.
"You why? I won't decide the phone. If you want, you can tell me to calm down," he said, sounding concerned for me.
"I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid at home alone.
"You are calm, you close your eyes, just assume that now I am there sitting beside you" I also obeyed his words. "It's a bit quiet now, isn't it?" He kept talking and sure enough I was not afraid anymore because I felt that there was that big brother beside me as if we were chatting face to face despite the fact that we were talking on the phone.
"If you know where your family is, why are you alone?" Ask maybe I'm curious about it.
"Papa work outside the city, my brother was also working in Jakarta before I was with bik Minah but now bik Minah again returned home," answered me who had begun to feel sleepy. That man's voice really calmed me down.
"Who is this?" Ask.
"Bik Minah is ART in a family that I consider my own mother." I feel like I can't stand my sleep.
"Oh so it is. If you can tell where your mom is?" He asked again, I was half conscious because drowsiness answered weakly.
"My mother is already in heaven, brother," I was already dissolved in my sleep with a subtle snoring sound that the man might not have heard.
"Good night, have a good dream." The man said when he realized I was asleep.
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Seriate.........
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