Moon & Stars (Revised)
Section 32. The True Beginning
One dark night, a girl awakens from a long dream. His breath hunted the irregular like being hunted by a fierce dog. The girl's face was wet with disheveled hair. Looks sweat pouring profusely from the temple down wet the cheeks.
He turned his head to the side. Immediately reach for a glass of water that is always stand by on the nightstand. The moon sipped the water until the toilet was not left. His breath is still puffing. It was not enough to cover his thirst.
“So what dream, anyway? It was strange," he muttered later, monologuing at himself with a blank look forward.
Moving out of town, becoming a new student at a high school, meeting a guy who then stuck a romance story with him until it almost ended tragically. That is all the Moon remembers from her dreams. Wrinkles were clearly drawn on the forehead as the girl thought hard to remember anything she had experienced for a while.
The girl seemed like she had just taken a long time trip before she finally came to a realization. However, it does not seem to make sense. Anyone who will listen to the story must consider the Moon too much imagination and instead make fun of him for reading too many novels and even watching drakor. Then he shook his head trying to drive it away from his mind.
“Kalo is just a dream .. Why should it be that detailed? Then, how is the dream like real, yes, as if it really happened?” the Moon again.
The growing wrinkles re-carved the girl's forehead. Essentially, as the Moon tried to resist and tell himself that it was all just a dream. But in reality, the Moon is still curious about what really happened.
And what does that dream mean?
What is clear is that the dream came with signs that smelled bad. The heart of the Moon is racing fast. His feelings became unbecoming. Feeling said that something big is about to happen. The Moon reflex held onto her chest that was beating abnormally until she lost control.
“Do not say, if this is a sign ..”
One thing that the Moon does not know is that the dream is a shadow of the future that he wants to pass. Like a storyline in his future life that the Almighty showed him.
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The moon entered a magnificent two-storied house with a flat face like usual. There was a tired look implied on the cold face of the brown-eyed, long-haired girl who was always pigtailed. His right hand clutched a few package books with a blue backpack hanging from his back. Judging from the outfit he was wearing, it looks like he just came home from school. The gray-white uniform was neatly attached to her tiny body.
The girl's steps stopped in the doorway. His forehead reflexively puckered, seeing both his parents move busy—mandering like they were packing things.
Seeing the mother covering the sofa and some other valuables with a white cloth, making the Moon approach and greet her.
“Siang, Mom!” greet the girl making small talk.
Feeling accosted, Mila lifted her face and found her only daughter who was now standing looking at her confusedly.
“Eh, home.” The middle-aged woman widened her seyum, then briefly kissed the Moon's right cheek. “Siang, Mama's most beautiful child,” greet Mila back.
“This ... why on the finish, Ma? Emang, where are we going?” ask the girl with eyes running around.
The woman returned with a smile and looked closely at her daughter. “Udah. Instead of asking a lot of questions, mending you up neatlyin your clothes. Tonight, we will go to Jakarta and maybe we will look at some months and even years there,” replied Mila gave an explanation while wiping a few strands of moon hair that menjutai covered the face of the beautiful girl.
Suddenly, the Moon widened its eyes. His mouth was muttering indistinctly as if he wanted to say something, but it felt stuck in his throat.
“Ta-but why ..” Just now that the girl wanted to raise her protest, the father's cry had already sounded filled the room.
“MONTHN!!! HURRY PACKING!!! WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME TO CHAT OR YOU WANT TO STAY HERE ALONE?!!”
An order that cannot be disputed. This is the one thing Moon hates most from the figure of Irawan, the father. Unarguably. One is one, not two.
The moon glanced at Mila at a glance. The woman was still with her forced-looking smile.
“Udah, yes ... follow what your Papa said,” said Mila while gently rubbing the girl's shoulder.
“No need to worry. Your papa has handled everything. Come on, the speed of packing will be snapped again, want?!” sela Mila is full of intimidation, got a head-butt from the Moon.
“Yes, gih!”
“Iya-iya.” The girl's face looked sullen with lips pursed. Heave a rough breath, then step foot into the stairs.
Of course the girl was sad about their move to Jakarta. Bandung is his homeland. Sixteen years is not an easy thing to forget. Already many sweet memories are engraved beautifully in every corner of this city. The moon is not ready for all of this.
After this, Moon make sure his life will never be quiet again. It was not easy for him to adapt to the new environment. Moreover, the capital city is famous for its various criminal acts.
A new story is about to begin.
***
“MONTH!!! READY, NOT YET?!!”
“SPEED DOWN!!!”
The night has come. Now it was time for the Moon to leave the city.
The thunderous cry interrupted the Moon who was shedding tears in her beloved room that she was soon staying in.
The girl immediately got out of bed and wiped away the trace of tears on her cheeks. He should quickly go down. He did not want to make his father wait a long time and more angry with him.
“IYA, PA! WAIT!!” reply shouted.
The Moon hurriedly took a small sling bag on top of the mattress and put it on, then pulled the suitcase that was on the side of her study table.
Duk!
Pranks!
Accidentally, the Moon nudged a photograph neatly displayed on his study table. It fell to the floor and caused quite a loud cracking sound.
Both of the girls eyes were wide. He immediately crouched in front of the broken glass frame and flipped the frame.
The deg!
His heart was racing twice as fast. Behind the broken frame, there is a photo of his childhood with his two friends. The moon rubbed the worn-out photo, then a faint smile rose on the girl's lips. Instantly the memory of the memory, brought it to the memories of the past so beautiful.
Until Irawan's shout again boomed the girl from the flashback.
The moon rose and hurried out of the room full of memories. He climbed down the steps one by one while moving his black suitcase. Somehow getting closer to the bottom floor, his feelings became more unsettled.
The moon felt like something big was going to happen. Whether it's just his feelings, or ...
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