Memory in Fire

The Ice Princess

“Lo look, Iiihhh very disgusted

I'm writhing it.”

“Heeh,,, how come he's pede-pede

just get rich with it.”

“Udah ugly, geeky, ive again.”

“Eh, said he was a thug you know the time

SMP first.”

“Amit-amit, don't come to me deket

get her!”

There are many more whispers of children

class 2 Prime High School which is actually less regular if you say whisper, because

their words were heard clearly and came to the object

rumored that.

Which is the object of gossip

cuek duck. He doesn't care about their talk at all. Stupider

all of that is not true. He walked through the corridor of the 2nd floor

towards his class while carrying some books that are quite thick. Lesson hour

the last day was empty, because their teacher was sick. So he

spend time reading in the library. Before returning to class, he

borrow some novels to read at home. And right now he's just gonna

take her bag in class and go straight home. The girl was impatient

to read the novel at home while drinking tea.

Moments

arriving at her class, the girl could only sigh resignedly

I saw his bag was not in its place. As if I could guess, he

walk to the back of the class and see his bag lying just like that inside

trash cans with books splattered. Without much complaining, he cleaned up

all his books and put them back in the bag. He's out of class soon

and down the stairs when he heard a scream.

“Heh!! Stop Lo!!”

The girl looked at the origin of the voice

and cringing. Damnit damnit! Him again. It seems he won't be able to go home soon. Girl

it just stood waiting for the person who was yelling at him to approach him. It walks

accompanied by two ‘guards’nya haughtily.

“Where are you going?” Ask the girl

what is apparent from his behavior, is the leader of the genk.

“Rome.” The girl replied short.

“Gok can.” Said the leader of the genk,

“Lo can't go home. Clean up our class! Sweep the mop clean!

That's the glass rag!”

“No.” The girl said again.

His gaze was cold and stared intently at the eyes of the three of them. There's no fear

his gaze. He just stayed in his place and stood quietly.

“Eeh, dare to fight him.” Legitimate

the centile girl standing to the right of the head genk.

“It looks like he needs to be given

lesson, let's kapok.” Connect the girl on her left.

The girl kept flinching. He already

tired of serving the haughty behavior of these three people. Who does not know “The

Angels”, the most famous genk in his school. The three of them are so beautiful

and rich. Tania, the chairman of genk, is the only child of the director of the car company

brand famous.

The centile girl stood up

to Tania's right is now Sandy. It often appears in

teen magazines as models. Like Tania, she is also the only daughter of

director of a large company in Indonesia. Her face was no less beautiful than Tania.

The last group of genks

it's Tamara. She is beautiful, though not as beautiful as her two friends. Tamaras

he is the youngest of three brothers. His father is a restaurant owner

France is a famous lawyer.

They always act like they are

his school. Tania, famous playgirl for always changing girlfriends. So

also with Sandy and Tamara. Often they judge students who

no they like. But the teachers could not do anything because other than

their academic grades are high, their father is the main donor of their school.

“Erika!”

The girl looked towards the voice

emanating. He saw Bu Sita, the librarian at his school waving at him from

downstairs.

The girl heard the third

the person behind him snorted in annoyance.

“Can you come here for a minute?” Ms. Sita

back calling.

Without a second thought, Erika –the girl

–soon approached Bu Sita without caring about the upset look of the three girls in

ahead of him.

Tania stomped her feet

the floor is hard. He grunted annoyed.

“So? Who wants to clean

our class?” Tamara asked disappointedly. He is most anti to his name

clean up. He is allergic to dust. Suck it a little, please,

his nose would instantly turn red and unceasingly sneeze.

“Where do I know! Tell Mang Jono

aja!” Tania replied annoyed.

Mang Jono is the park manager

school. He has worked there for 20 years. He is over half

century, but his body remains firm and always excited. A kind-hearted person

and always put his smile on everyone. No exception to three

the girl who is approaching him now.

“MANG!!” Tania shouted loudly

while shaking his waist.

“Ya?”

“Clean our class now!”

Now replace the screaming Sandy.

Patiently while continuing to maintain

smile on his lips, Mang Jono replied, “Lho can Eneng see for himself, he said,

mamang is busy now.” Mang Jono raised both his hands

holding a broom and serok.

“Mamang should be clean

now! Otherwise, I'll report papa!” having satisfied his threat, without

waiting for a response from Mang Jono, Tania nonchalantly breezed away.

Both of his friends followed.

Mang Jono just shook

head concerned. He wondered why most people were rich and faceless

good guys always behave like that. No manners and no crap

by oneself.

Meanwhile Erika looked at Mang

Jono from a distance. He watched all the scenes with pity.

Along with his intention to approach the good school park manager

a voice called back to him.

“Erika!” Bu Sita patted the shoulder

Erika with soft.

Erika turned to Bu Sita

stand behind him.

“What's right here? Why not yet

home too?”

Slowly, Erika held onto

bu Sita's hand touched her shoulder and lowered it politely.

“Thank you for helping me

preceding. But I don't need to do it anymore.” Erika lowered her head

to Bu Sita and turned away.

Miss Sita could only sigh. Erika

she was a good girl, she thought, just a little quiet and closed. But

Erika is ostracized by the rest of the school students because of the scar on her face.

It's not that the teachers don't know. They can't do anything because of the mastermind

behind it all is Tania, the daughter of their biggest donor. They

you have to shut up if you don't want to be fired. Only the Bu Sitalah sometimes

saving Erika from an unpleasant situation, just like that. But

seeing the rejection Erika showed, it made her even more sad.

Bu Sita looked at Mang Jono

climbing the stairs to the 2nd floor, where class ‘The Angels’ is located and snorting

resignedly. He also did a lot of that scene. Instead of Erika, Mang

Jonah was the victim. Bu Sita continued to follow Mang Jono with a gaze

his eye. After Mang Jono disappeared from his sight, Bu Sita re-entered

the library is his work space. He sat in his chair and

looking at the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Beside him was a large glass window

which makes the sunlight freely penetrate in. Favorite place

Erika. Bu Sita often looked at Erika who was reading on the floor

below window. Every hour of rest and free lesson time, Erika always sat down

surrounded by thick books. He sighed and his eyes stared

glare.

Bu Sita still remembered the meeting

first with Erika. At that time, he was accepted as a school librarian

and Erika is still in the first grade. He was having trouble compiling a book

which is messy because it has been a long time since the position of librarian was abandoned

previous officer. He dropped books that were too heavy and

hurt hand. Suddenly a pair of soft hands rubbed his hands

with handkerchiefs. As Bu Sita looked up, Erika's lowered face was on

ahead of him. He looked at the scar on his face, but saw

erika's behavior and her calm face, somehow she did not feel afraid or

totally disgusted. Especially after looking at him and seeing his eyes

the clear green. He let

Erika wrapped her wound with her handkerchief, and did not feel disturbed when

Erika volunteered to help him clear the book in silence.

Ms. Sita smiled in memory of him.

Although Erika rarely spoke, she knew Erika was a good child. Erika is already

like his own sister.

A red sheet that pierces through the glass

the window made Bu Sita wake up. He immediately finished the rest of his work and

locking the library door while looking up, where Mang Jono disappeared

earlier.

“It looks like mamang has gone home.”

Mumbled. He rushed to the parking lot and drove his car out of the car

school area with a broken heart.

***

the gatekeeper of a luxurious house where Erika lived greeted her while

smiling friendly.

Erika just lowered her head

a little without saying anything. He kept walking to the front door of his house

suddenly open. An elderly woman in clingy maid clothes

his body was scattered towards him, followed by a middle-aged woman

who wear the same clothes.

“Welcome, Princess! I've been

prepare a bath for you in the upper room. Soon tea and cake will be

ready to serve.” An elderly woman, named Mrs. Milson.

Mira, the middle-aged maid, with

sigap took over the bags and books from Erika's hands. They both went

walking with Erika into the house.

Erika casually breezed

go to his room on the second floor followed by Mrs. Milson.

“Then I will prepare

tea and cake in the back garden.” Mira bowed her body to Erika and rushed over

he handed Erika's bag and book into Mrs' hands. Milson.

Mrs. Milson is deft

open the room door for Erika and close it again. He kept the bag and

her book at the study table neatly, then approached Erika to help her

releasing uniform. He picked up the dirty clothes and bowed to Erika.

“I will help Mira in the kitchen.

If Princess needs help, you can call me anytime.”

Erika just nodded lightly, and

Mrs. Milson walked back a few steps and turned to go outside the room.

With a lazy move, Erika

take the towel and wash your face in the sink. He looked at his face

alone without expression. His long, black hair covered his back.

His eyes were bright green and clear, as well as thick eyebrows with fur

long, wry eyes that decorate his eyes. His nose is slender and sharp

with small lips in natural red. His face is beautiful and reflective

the face of a noble. Lastly he stared at the scar extending from the

bridge his nose to his right cheek.

Erika carefully touched

scars on his face. Scars that cover, even damage her beauty.

The scars that made him hated and ostracized all the students in the school.

Erika looked at her scar with a sad look. Tears began to melt in

his eye pellets, which were immediately removed with both backs of his hands

coarse.

Erika decided to soak

longer than usual this afternoon. He closed his eyes and sighed. Loadings

it's really hard for him. He doesn't know when he can release

everything and forgave himself.Which he knew, he had to bear the burden

it is alone, without involving the people around it.

For a long time Erika remained silent

in the bathroom. When she came out, she saw a long dress with only green legs

matching his eyes lay neatly on the bed with Mrs. Milson is

he was waiting for her by the bed with a smile.

“Teh and cake have been prepared

together the book that Princess will read.” She painstakingly put on that beautiful dress

at Erika who was standing in front of the big mirror.

Erika glanced at her study desk and

the book he had brought back from school was no longer there. Mrs. Milson must have been

put it in the back garden.

After I finished helping Erika

dressed, he went to the shoe rack and picked up a pair of sandals

it was soft-haired and put it on Erika's feet.

“Mrs. Milson.” Call Erika.

“Ya, Princess.” Answer Mrs. Milson. It

smile gently.

“Nothing.” Erika

his intention to say something and walk out, followed by Mrs. Milson.

Mrs. Milson looked at his employer

wistful. He knew exactly what caused his little princess to be like

these. He has been taking care of Erika since childhood. He was also the one who took care of Dad

Erika.

Erika who used to be very jolly.

He loves to play in the grasslands and other open spaces. Erika

always call Mrs. Milson is called Nanny. But since that event,

everything's changing. He became a closed and quiet person. Even he didn't

she called him Nanny.

Mrs. Milson knows that Erika

blaming himself for the incident. Although many people

saying that it was not her fault, Erika never wanted to listen.

He continues to punish himself. Mrs. Milson sighed, he wished there was

someone who can help his beloved employer.

***

“So, how's it there? What

everything okay?” There was a voice from across there.

“I'm fine.” Answer Erika

with a slightly vibrating voice. He held the phone in his left hand and

his right hand hugged a pillow. Erika wiggled her feet at the end of the bed, trying to be as relaxed as possible.

“You sure? Hmmm, I guess

it's better time you go home now.” The voice from across there

sound worried.

“You don't have to worry. Mrs.

Milson is always with me.” Erika seemed to be holding back her cries. Every brother

calling, wanting to feel like he's spilling all his frustration. But he

determined to endure it all alone.

A sound came from the end

telephones. “Do I better come see you?”

“No need. If you come to

here, who takes care of your work later? Only you can do it.”

There was another sound of sighing, times

it's harder. “Then, in exchange, I will send someone

to get there to keep you company.”

Erika immediately sat up straight.

Send someone? Wh who? Not many people trusted by her brother if

it's about his sister's business. It always prevents people from getting close

to him. Which he believes to keep Erika and allow them very

close to him is just Mrs. Milson, Valeray who is her brother's butler, and

their driver was named Theobold. Currently Mrs. Milson was with him.

Erika thought there was no way her brother would recklessly send Theobold, or even

Valeray is always next to his brother

“Al, really! I'm fine!”

Erika started to get nervous. Does his voice sound okay? Or else

Mrs. Milson say something to her brother? Erika really doesn't want to

made her brother worried, especially until he sent a trusted person

just to accompany him here.

Subsequent to

silent for a moment, a voice came from across the phone. “Erika...”.

From his voice, it seems he has

surrender, thought Erika.

“If you need anything, say it

only me. Okay!” Pinta.

“Oke.” Erika replied calmly

maybe, even if he is not sure the effort is successful.

“Then, good sleep,

sweethearts! Have a nice dream!”

“Good night, Al!” Erika shut down

call her and cover her body with a blanket. Then he closed his head

with pillows and crying without a sound.

***

Alexander*** his head

stout-strong. He feels frustrated. To this day he has not been able to make

her sister is open to her

“He must be crying

now.” Mumbled sad.

“So you'll go there?

Or just me?” Valeray leaned against the ledger shelf attached to the wall.

He closed the book he was reading and looked at Alexander. Looking at Alexander

just replying to him with a ‘aku-not-know look’ him, Valeray read back

his book.

“Not from his expression already

clear? He was rejected raw.” Valda, Alexander's cousin of two years

young man, answered

cuek while putting a piece of biscuit in his mouth. He ignored the gaze

sharp Alexander and sat casually on the sofa while crossing his legs.

“Darling, you are not acting now

like a noble. Sit down right!” Tegur Geoffrey, husband

Valdas.

“Leave it! There's no one

another here.” Valda put a different biscuit in her mouth

at once. Makes his cheeks bubble. Geoffrey can only

shakes his head, not knowing why he could fall in love

to the girl urakan like.

Theobold stood not far away

of them giggling at Valda's behavior. But not long after

his attention was back on Alexander.

“I think Princess just wants to try

to face his own problems.” He said to appease Alexander

it is now walking fast.

“That's exactly what I'm worried about! Him

must be suffering alone. Since then, his attitude has changed. Him

also so it doesn't open to me anymore.” Alexander clenched both his hands

strong, feeling annoyed at himself for not being able to do anything.

Valeray can't stand it anymore

mistress' behavior. With a slight jerk he closed his book, making

everyone's attention is on him.

“I have a great idea! Though possible

you'll be a little bit dislike.” Valeray smiled wryly and stared

Alexander is full of meaning.