Mentari in the Night Sky

The Past: Back to the Start Line

The violin filled the music room that only contained me and Ms. Jasmine. I've been home-schooled for two weeks and consulted with Dr. Esme. It's been a month since I've learned all the truth you've hidden from our family. And it's been a month since Alvin's been sending me flowers all the time. Not only did the flowers she gave home every day, she also always sent me recordings of her piano playing. He also took the time to meet me every week, to come to my house and make my mother feel the wounds that would never disappear from her life.

William's condition had improved, the dose of poison that entered his body was small enough that it was not too dangerous for him. Although he still had to experience some unpleasant symptoms and of course a thorough examination. It also made the father finally give one person in charge of tasting William's food, something that all the cooks of this house hate because it signifies distrust in our family to them. After all William is the successor of this family so inevitably all who endanger his life must be suspected.

I also realized something, I never knew if trying to eliminate someone I loved in my life would be this difficult. Even after I learned all the truth about the man I love, I couldn't just push him out of my life. My little heart even hopes that the truth that hurts all these people is a lie. If I had not been in any relationship with the man I love could have felt this kind of pain, what about the mother whose life was filled with the love of the father's lie?

"Mother is informed if during these two weeks you can not sleep well. Is there a problem?" mrs Jasmine asked as soon as she finished her violin game.

I walked up to the fridge and took a can of cola and gave it to Ms. Jasmine. He immediately opened the cola can and drank the contents until it was finished in just a few gulps. Only in art class can I be free to do anything because Ms. Jasmine let me do everything I want on condition that every week I should be able to deposit a piano game on her. Conditions that I easily meet.

Jasmine looked at me question markingly. He put his violin on the table. He always carries his own violin every time he visits to teach me a lesson. He said if the violin in my house does not match his hand. The real thing I didn't ask him was because I knew every musician must have his own instrument because only with his instrument could the artist comfortably, freely, freely, and freely play his game.

"What's that Phoenix bird that's on Mom's violin?" I asked as soon as Miss Jasmine sat opposite me. That question I wanted to ask the first time I saw a picture of a Phoenix on the back of his violin. I felt familiar with the picture, as if I had seen the same picture.

"Mom's sister, Olivia, she described it. She hoped Mom would be reborn into a musician after she gave the picture."

"..."

"The address you gave me, have you found out about it?"

"Ah.. Zeta hasn't had a chance because as I see now Zeta is being locked up and a lot has happened over the last few months. Zeta's mind is distracted by many things but Zeta promises to visit the address you gave her."

"Can Zeta get Mom out? I think for today is enough,” said Mrs Jasmine in a slightly disappointed tone. I didn't know that tone came about because of the answer I gave earlier or because today's lesson was over.

I nodded and made Ms. Jasmine stand up straight from where she was sitting and put her violin into place. As soon as he finished, he immediately told me to walk in front of him, like a guide. I opened the door of the music room and a hand pulled my body.

Once again Ms. Jasmine signaled me to walk in front of her just after being convinced that I had returned from the shock she had created. We walked in silence, unlike the previous weeks where he would definitely try to melt the atmosphere and always try to talk to me.

I think the topic of the Phoenix Bird made this atmosphere. My footsteps stopped as soon as I saw Arthur and Ken in the living room. The two of them sat face to face with a scarred face. Unlike Ken whose face was completely covered in wounds, Arthur's face had only a few cuts on his right lip and cheek. Looking at me who stopped, Miss Jasmine also stopped and followed my gaze.

"Is school over until you two get home?"

The question caused the two men to turn their eyes towards us. Ms. Jasmine patted me gently on the shoulder before finally walking out of the house by herself. It's the first time in my life that I haven't brought a guest out of the house to the door. I exhaled a few times before walking to pick up the P3K box and walked back to where my brother was. As if I was going to treat the wound on his face, Arthur had already thrust his face. Looking at the dried blood, I think they've been fighting from a few hours ago.

How could they not treat their wounds?

"Every time Arthur and I have a wound, you'll always treat me before you finally treat Arthur."

Arthur throws some cotton and alcohol at Ken in return for his words. He then gave a sign to Ken to clean up the wound on his face. Ken only laughed a little before finally his hands fumbled where the wound on his face lay. I took a small mirror from inside the P3K box and gave it to Ken. Ken just silently observed the mirror hanging in the air with an occasional look at me, making me quite uncomfortable actually.

"Stop looking at me and grab this mirror," I said, not holding her gaze.

"Can't you also treat the wound on my face?"

"I'll call Aunt to help you," replied Arthur who followed by his hand took the house phone and pressed 3 numbers to call the house aunt.

"You really are a bitch, Brother Arthur."

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