PAPER BOATS (Trapped by the Past)

Chapter 46 MYSTERY

Nadia tidied up her messy books. Hope to find the boat. But still there's none.

Huh, where's my boat? Time is there a path of finding the gods?

Ahhkk! Be a forgetful person. But I didn't forget. I remember putting it here.

But where is it now?

While Surya has arrived at his house that is not too far away.

After entering the car into the garage, Surya entered his house. As usual, Rahma sat waiting for her son to come home.

"Where are you, Sur?" ask Rahma. Though he had been observed that Surya wanted to go with Nadia.

"The same way Nadia, Ma," replied Surya. And after kissing Rahma's hand, Surya rushed into her room.

"That mama, Surya is already big. Don't worry too much. He's a boy anyway. Later the effect even we as parents are too restrictive," said Toni who had heard from her room.

"Mama is just her name, Pa," elak Rahma.

"just nanya. But Mama won't go in the room, if Surya hasn't come home, right?" ask Surya.

"It's natural, Pa. His name is also a child outside the house. Can you please if Mama's worried?" Rahma defended herself.

"Worry can, Ma. But don't overdo it. Like Papa said, Surya's a boy. They are adults too. After all, I was ready to go with Nadia. What else to worry about?" ask Toni.

Rahma just smiled. She no longer denied her husband's words. But not to justify it either.

"We sleep yuk, Pa," asked Rahma. He was about to enter the room after his children entered their own rooms. It has been Rahma's habit for a long time. Ever since they were kids.

Toni also complied. This wife if she has a habit of being hard to change. Especially if you feel that his habits are good. Although not really good. Due to the fact, Surya and Sinta are adults. No longer need to be guarded.

In her room, Surya took off her trousers. As usual, Surya only wears a boxer while sleeping.

Sultry. That must be the reason. There was ac in his room. But that's his habit. It's hard to fox.

While hanging his trousers, Surya remembers that he had taken Nadia's paper boat. And keep it in a pants pocket.

Surya took. A boat out of paper. There's writing between the folds.

Surya opened that fold. And read Nadia's handwriting.

God, I'll be waiting for you. Until anytime. No one will replace you.

Surya squeezed the paper. Then hold it tightly.

I'll replace him, Nad. The gods will never return. Surya Mumbles.

His eyes radiated disappointment, anger. Then the eyes turned soft. Mournfully.

Surya is so sad. Because his love, unfortunately, his attention, was defeated by the man who never returned.

People who have been missing for a long time and no more news.

You're dead, aren't you, Wa? You are dead, God! Is dead! Surya hissing with rage.

Then Surya threw the paper in his trash basket.

You are dead, God! Seru Surya's.

The door to Surya's room was knocked from the outside.

"Sister....! Brother Surya...!" Sinta.

Surya sighed and threw it away slowly. He tried to neutralize his feelings first.

Then stand up and open the door for Sinta.

"What's wrong?" ask Surya. His heart rate is still unstable.

Just as Surya was growling and squealing, Sinta was walking in front of Surya's room. Surprised, Sinta put her ear on the door.

"Wants to learn to play theater" replied Surya origin.

Surya was still standing holding the door. He hoped Sinta would leave soon. But Sinta instead entered and sat in the front seat of the study table.

Surya doesn't feel good about throwing it away. Then Surya walked to his bed.

Surya lay back to Sinta while hugging her roll. Act asleep.

"Ye..make sleep," said Sinta.

Sinta spread her eyes in all directions. He could not believe Surya's answer to say that he was practicing theater.

Surya was never interested in art. Especially acting like theater.

Sinta's eyes found a paper that had been crushed by Surya. And unfortunately Surya did not notice that the paper was not in the garbage basket.

Sinta slowly got up and took it. And hide behind his shirt.

"I'm out first, brother. Good night," said Sinta. Then out of Surya's room. Not to forget, Sinta also closed the door.

Sinta went into her own room. Like a thief who was afraid of being discovered, Sinta turned to the right and left first before closing the door and locking it.

Then hurriedly sat on his bed with his legs crossed.

Slowly open the paper that looks like the ball. Do not ask how the heartbeat of Sinta.

Sinta read slowly the writing that she did not recognize. It was definitely not Surya's handwriting. Then whose writing? Ask Sinta in my heart.

Deities. Sinta's memory drifted to a few years ago. Sinta remembered that Surya had a close friend named Dewa.

What is Surya and Nadia's brother God's brother? Who is always waiting for the Lord? Brother Nadia?

But isn't Surya going out with Nadia's sister? Then...? Then....?

Is this a love triangle story?

Nah!

It is impossible for Nadia's brother to betray Surya.

But the screams of Surya? Didn't you just say the name of the god?

Various questions came to Sinta's mind. Sinta got off her bed. He walked back and forth. Trying to solve that question.

Many times Sinta stared and tried to recognize the handwriting.

Ah...! Tomorrow I'm going to play at Nadia's. His reason? Of course I want to see Nadia who is sick.

Sinta immediately folded the paper and kept it well. For Sinta, this is a very big mystery. And he is sure he will be able to unravel the mystery.

Meanwhile, Nadia is still looking for the existence of her paper boat. But he has repeatedly turned back all his books, not even met.

Finally Nadia tore off one more sheet of paper. And back to scratching his handwriting.

God.my boat is gone. Is that boat going to your place? Nadia wrote and re-folded it into a boat.

Then Nadia put it on the bookshelf. He hoped that no one would see him. Especially taking.

I hope, when the boat goes, just to your place. Nadia Mumbled. Then he laid his body on the bed while continuing to pay attention to his work.

Nadia never knew that her boat had been taken by Surya. And Surya never knew that the paper he threw away, never went into the garbage basket.

And now the paper is in Sinta's hands. Sinta who is now curious about the meaning of the handwriting and who the author is.