NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALYZA'S WORLD

Soleness

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(POV Alyza)

"Fire struck in a number of places in the area of South Jakarta.

The fire is still seen soaring despite firefighters trying to put out the fire two hours ago."

The afternoon news aired the events that happened today. I sat in front of the television, holding the remote, occasionally changing channels.

"It is still not known the exact cause of the fire, but according to witnesses, a very loud explosion was heard before the fire spread quickly. Temporary estimate, the explosion was sourced from a gas cylinder."

The presenter is constantly reading the news, not just one fire news but there are two events in different locations.

And both are most likely caused by gas cylinders, leaks or something like that. That's what I heard.

"Lyza, you go to the kitchen!" Randy suddenly whispered.

"Buruan, peelin hose gas. The gas hose should be removed if Ina's sister leaves!"

"I can't copotin!" My answer.

"If it's hard, you force it. Damaged is okay as long as the hose is off the tube!"

I rushed to the kitchen.

At home there was only a mother at that time, watching tv in her own room. Mama does not like to be disturbed, she will be busy with all her own activities until tired and rested.

I never cook myself so I don't understand the kitchen. Sometimes I help Ina, told Anto, but still I do not understand many things.

I don't even understand the difference between salt and micin.

When sister Ina asked me to get mustard vegetables, I took spinach.

Brother Ina asked for my tempe to find out.

When Sis Ina cooks Iga beef soup, I just turn off the fire as soon as the water starts to boil.

"Don't turn off Lyza first, cook the meat takes a long time, especially if there is a bone."

Ahhhh I really don't understand.

Even once, Anto brought home the catfish are still alive, many about 20 tail, giving his friend who has a catfish pond.

I remembered the delicious pecel catfish that Ina often bought for me, then I thought to fry the catfish myself because Ina's feet were busy.

I'm already impatient.

I light the stove, prepare the fryer with a lot of oil, as I used to see when Ina's brother fried something.

Then I put one large catfish using a sieve, kuceplungin into cooking oil that is just starting to heat.

The catfish jumped out and continued floundering until it was tucked between a large, heavy and permanent cupboard in the kitchen near the kitchen set table.

Immediately I told this to Ina's sister, she tried hard to pry the catfish but still did not succeed.

Finally Brother Ina called a handyman to dismantle the closet.

It takes a whole day to unload and re-fix the closet.

I remember Brother Ina saying that the catfish must be killed first, cleaned first, in the new seasoning in the fry.

Dizziness I heard it!

Why to eat catfish just bothered.

What I did was wrong.

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"Lyza freelanin the hose!" Randy kept talking.

I had my doubts, but Randy assured me that the gas hose attached could cause a fire.

"Tu .. You heard that, right? Fire due to gas cylinders. Ayooo take off her hose!"

I finally tried to unplug the regulator and the gas hose. Of course I don't understand how to uninstall it, I end up just broken until it is removed.

A few hours later.

"Ljsa ... Lyza ...."

O sister Ina come home, I thought.

I kept quiet, I was still thinking about the news of the fire.

"Lyza .. This is the smell of gas!"

Sis Ina immediately walked towards the kitchen, not even having time to put the bag first.

"Lyza, it's whose gas is released. Until it breaks like this!"

Yes, because I don't understand how so I just hit the regulator using a chili strain to break.

Then I pulled the hose out.

And it must be broken.

"To Randy, Brother!"

"Geez, Lyzaaaa!"

Ina looks busy opening all the windows and doors so that the smell of gas is gone immediately.

I was crying, I don't know what I was feeling.

Every day I am confused to do what is right or seems right.

***

"Lyza, the light's on matiin, it's 12 o'clock!"

Yeah, I never want to turn off the lights in any area. Room, living room, kitchen, terrace.

Why, not later so dark also turned on again, why not just let it light up all the time.

That's how I always answer.

Even I rarely turn off the water tap, let it keep on, why bother to open the tap lid.

Almost every day Ina came into my room, to turn off the water tap, lights and TV.

"Lyza, your sister's coffee is drinking again huh? Make your own dong Lyz, learn! Just mix sugar and coffee add hot water. Stir. It's easy!"

Ahh ... why bother. I've tried making my own coffee but it's never as good as Ina's.

Finally, I often drink Ina's coffee, then so as not to be discovered I add more water to keep it looking full.

But Ina always knew what I was doing.

"Sir, sis. Lyza never drinks sister's coffee."

"Don't like lying, Lyz. That's whose lipstick is in the cup, sister hasn't worn lipstick today!"

Yes, Brother Ina always knows what I do even what I think.

Even Ina's sister had the phone numbers of all the neighbors' families or friends I might have been to.

He said to Anto, just in case Lyza goes.

I've been gone, I've walked somewhere.

When I found the empty shophouse, I took shelter in front of him. My hands are clutching rice wrappers given to people on the street.

At 2 am, Brother Ina found me too.

***

On the afternoon, I cleaned the room.

Without bringing any items, I stepped out of the house.

On the way, I passed Anto who had just returned from work.

"Lyza, where are you going?"

"To the front. The stall!" Answer thus.

Anto gave me some money for a snack.

"Don't be long," Anto's message.

I just shut up and continued on my way.

My mind is full of stories.

I don't know what I want right now, but it seems to keep going better.

I just move my legs, pass the house one by one.

From one alley to another.

Up to the highway.

I don't care about the vehicles that pass by, the sound of car motor horns is deafening many times.

No, who they are who I am.

The world is not as beautiful as it is often portrayed in movies.

For all I know, the world is too noisy, sometimes too quiet.

I keep walking somewhere.

Maybe there I can end all the stories.

"Good day, ma'am," the policeman in front of me said hello.

Yeah, I went to the police station.

Maybe they can help, I thought.

"What do you need? Can you help?"

I'm still standing by.

"Mom, can I help you, Mom!"

I'm taking a breath. My mind is empty or too full.

Black or white, rain or heat, nothing clear.

"Please kill me, sir. Kill me!" My love.

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