Psychologically

It's me

Raindrops began to wet the world, the originally dry land is now wet with a warm touch of rain water,some areas affected by severe drought began to give thanks to the Almighty because of His gift the rain began to fall rapidly.

Residents flocked to hold a thanksgiving event, there were cooking, preparing the event, so that congregational prayers were performed by residents as a thank you to Him.

With my close calling, Father gave me such a name that I was always useful and became a leader wherever I was.Dena Cantika Anggraeni a beautiful name is not it?.

I was quite surprised why my father gave me such a name, not because I did not like the name but as far as I know he was a funny man in his youth.

He got the nickname “Si Clown Class” while sitting on the bench of High School, his paras is quite handsome, but my father does not have the nature of handsome people in general because my father chose to be humorous to everyone he met.

My father had a good reason why he wanted to humiliate himself in front of a lot of people, My father once said that he wanted to make everyone around him laugh and happy, even though he was not actually happy.

He will cover up all his sadness by making people laugh, I was actually embarrassed when I knew my father had acted like that but over time I realized that being a funny person was not as bad as I thought, he said,on the contrary, laughter was always heard in our house.

But I'm not like my father, I'm very different from him, which is why I prefer to be quiet and not really like to hang out with my peers,I always locked myself in my house with all my negative thoughts.

I'll talk at length to the person who makes me feel comfortable, I sometimes think why I don't have the father-like nature?,it must be nice to be able to make others laugh and automatically I will also have many friends.But dad always said not everyone likes us even though we have tried to be good in their eyes anyway there must be someone who hates us.

I just nodded slowly, you are wrong if you think I am the main character in this story, I am only a companion character who is always next to the main character.

I was the other me when I became the main character, I was tired of wanting to slam everything around me.

You are still confused, don't you?, I actually have two personalities, and my other personality will be the main character in this story.

I can't clearly define my other personality, because when I exchange souls my thoughts seem to merge and I forget everything.Different from me who just shut myself in the room all day,it's very sad, isn't it?.

I realize this is the destiny line that has been determined by the Supreme Being.In this funny world I cry out loud,while the other me was laughing out loud.Are you ready to hear my funny story?.

Right at the beginning of the year, I just celebrated my 12th birthday how happy I was, when all my relatives came to visit home to celebrate my birthday.

It was so great that Dad gave me a new novel written by my favorite author.

Normally I would raise money first for a month to buy 1 of my favorite books.

How happy I am, it turns out Dad immediately bought 5 books at once for my birthday gift.

Wanting to hug my father tightly this happiness can not be defined, right, after my birthday is over, I can not understand,some of my brothers say goodbye to my father and mother it was getting dark and they had to go home before nightfall.

“Made I came home first yes it was dark because”pamit one of my brothers whose house is outside the city.

“Iya Aunty, Mira said yes, Mira play again sometime deh” exciting a girl who is dating me she is my cousin.

Immediately I turned my head when I heard Mira's voice, when I was busy opening one by one my birthday gifts.

“Loh Mira came home, he said he wanted to sleep here!” I shouted annoyed.

“Eh sori Na I just got word that tomorrow starts school so I have to go home now, sometime I come back Deh” replied Mira while putting her two hands together a sign of apology.

I frowned, and without replying I immediately went up to my room.It felt sad mixed with disappointment wanted it to feel like I was yelling.

I really hope that Mira will stay tonight, but I hope that she will have to go home tonight.

When I wrapped myself in a blanket, my father came knocking on my door.

“Dena?have you slept, nak?” my father shouted slowly.

It seems he realized I wasn't asleep because he went straight into my room before I let him.

“Dena, Daddy has a funny story,Dena want to hear not?”muttered my father slowly while stroking my head gently.I remain unmoved with my pillow I immediately cover my ears.

Actually I really wanted to hear Dad's story, but this time I was angry and I shouldn't stop being angry just because of Dad's old story.

“When Dad's young Dad always invites Dad's friend to stay” Dad's story begins but I still do not pemubrisnya.

“Dena know what's funny about this story?”ask Dad while laughing.

His laughter was crisp and I began to open the blanket that covered my head.The curious mix was astonished to see the expression of Father's face that was not as usual.

I laughed, how scary the movie was until Dad's friend wet him when he finished watching it.

“Is Dad's friend om Ridwan?”ask me curious.

I asked that question because I knew that Dad was close enough to Ridwan they were true friends from Junior High School.

“Ssttt..don't say the same Om Ridwan later he was angry with Dad for having told this embarrassing experience to Dena” whispered Dad slowly right in my ear.

“But buyin Dena chocolate ya Yah”yelling me happy.Dad just a head bobble saw my behavior, then pinched the cheeks of my kingpilku slowly.

“Iya but promise don't tell the same Om Ridwan”ucap Daddy while lifting his little finger.

I returned Dad's pinky with a smile, no matter how long my mother's voice was heard calling us.

Dad and I immediately went downstairs to drive Mira and her family home, they were riding in a black, luxurious-looking private car.

“Dena, I went home first ya”seru Mira while waving her hand.

I remained unmoved, I turned my gaze to the books that Dad had just given me as gifts.

Mom looked at me sharply then immediately smiled at Mira.

“Iya Mira be careful yes in the way greetings also for papa kamu”bala mom changed my self who had just fallen silent.

The black car was traveling at a moderate speed on a deserted road, actually I was sad to not be able to say in farewell to him because I was still quite upset by the incident earlier.

The clock shows at 9 pm, I immediately lay my body on a soft mattress, and,accompanied by a teddy bear-shaped that I named Tobi because of its puffed up shape.About 11 pm I woke up to hear a noise from below.

Immediately I step my foot down the stairs, while carrying my beloved teddy bear.I don't seem to realize because I had seen my mother crying loudly for some reason.

Suddenly my father hugged me and carried my limp body because it was still sleepy.He immediately took me to the room, everything was dark like I was sound asleep.

Chicken crowed signifies the morning.Unlike usual house is very quiet no jokes Dad who turn on our house, everything looks quiet.

Fear began to appear in my head, I thought that Father and Mother had left me somewhere.I cried loudly and suddenly heard a voice from inside the attic located on the top floor.

I was scared but I dared myself to climb the stairs, kriett sounded loud because the stairs I climbed were quite old, moreover, I have rarely climbed these stairs because Dad forbade me to go up to the attic, he reasoned afraid that I would fall.

I opened the entrance into the attic, and my eyes were wide open to see the strange sight before my eyes.A mirror with a large enough diameter facing right at me.

Old enough that I ventured to get close to the glass.My reflection was clearly visible in the mirror, a little blurry indeed but my two eyes were still clearly visible inside.

The reflection continues to follow all my movements, his name is also a mirror reflection if it is no different story.

That's what I experienced, right in front of my eyes the reflection began to show a strange shape.

Iya started saying a word but did not hear her voice that I know she said “You Are I”without a sound.

Until a hand pulled me from the attic, I tried to escape before I realized that the one who had pulled my hand was my own father!.

“Dad why is Dad here?”ask me astonished and surprised.

Dad was like crying but I don't know, without a stale base he immediately hugged my tiny body.

“Dad told you not to enter the attic if you fall how?”dad exclaimed right in my ear, I just bowed a sign of guilt.

Father at that time was wearing all-black clothes from head to toe all-black!.Not to forget the sunglasses complete everything.

As far as I know Dad really doesn't like black how can you use black all over him?.

Don't there be relatives who have just died?is that grandma?but my grandmother passed away a year ago so it was impossible, a thousand questions seemed to pass through my head that made me so dizzy.

For Father, black is a color that shows sadness.There is no happiness there, you know that my father is humorous?.

“Where's dad from why Daddy's clothes are all black?” asked me curiously.Dad did not answer he just carried me down the stairs with a sad face.