Rahyang Kirana's
Rahyang, being HUMAN
Act normal. Likewhat?
Spoke. Start a conversation with a friend at school. Ask general things. Don't ask why Mom long hair singing voice serupatangis grimacing pain-resistant or why pillow bolsters can jump jump!
Don't get busy with your world that no human can see and most importantly Rahyang, DON'T ASK WHAT YEAR THAT PERSON DIED!! Also don't tell me that your opponent is dead tomorrow. Yes Rahyang? Yes papa.
Teach normal ways. What is normal conversation? Hi. I'm Rahyang, I'm 11 years old, your head is plain. Huh huh? Ooh I don't know. Quite caught with the thought of not to be missed stop
to get off near the school.
School new. New grade. New teacher's mother. New friends, who are real humans too. Looks like it's going to be a new day, with a NORMAL routine. Whatever it means is normal.
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"Kirana Rajahyang!"
"I!" (whose voice is that? The direction is from the front of the class, but in front there are only women, Miss Henny, the 1B SMPN 11, my new school).
"Front here nak\, introduce yourself"\, call Mrs Henny soft _God\, indeed the area of this class how many kilometers? Why do those eyes see me all? I'll wear nice clothes! Duuuuhh. kepahaaa podium in front of situ_.
"I'm Rahyang Kirana, I'm eleven years old, I'm normal. Why the body
grandpa stinks so?!" Exploded laughter one class, forget normal I SAH failed normal.
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The following day, class 1B_
I remained alone, for it was much more difficult to start a conversation with a human like me than to hear from a distance what their heads were saying. The non-human ones here are more diverse than the ones in my room or at home. Here, I don't say hello to them either, here I'm normal, just very very very.
taciturn.
The first hour of school is over, time to the cafeteria or back garden. I don't like to go to the cafeteria, there's a slovenly fat boy spitting up just about anywhere even snacks are ready to eat. Baby who sees only me, and no
maybe as normal as this I say to the children who are waiting in line to buy and eat. Hihi. I bring supplies and I will eat in the backyard alone, accompanied by a sweeper father who is upset because in the morning or when the school is crowded full of people he can not be free. Yes sir. later if the broom.
own motion, can be closed this school yes ‘kan?.
Today I have a sandwich. Bored. But rather than fritters easy taste fat boy? Hehee. Smile yourself imagine friends eating fried food by knowing the contents of "sauce" spit. iiiiyuuhhh. well, they can not see the fat slob, maybe not a problem. Might as well. I don't know.
“Heyy!! I'm Azria, 1D. Can I have some bread? Whose name?” comots
bread and happiness, have not yet answered anything half of my bread has been in the mouth
“Hhh..hey?! I'm Rahyang, 1B” (shock the oath!!) “please.”
(my eyes are busy this is a human child, right?) her warm hands while greeting me said Azria is a human race. Good.
“Your name is strange, Rahyang, you are Hindu? Are you Balinese? Coco
eyes squinty? Your skin is also reddish white. You smell baby! Hehehe.
orange water, will you? Your baker, Rahyang.. Hyangs.. Rah. aaahh called him.
it's hard!? You used to call what short? Let's be easy.” you're CHATTY!! Like grandma in the corner of my loft!? Who
your name earlier? Azira's?
”call Hyang only..it's okay” forgot another question, my chest
too thumping because THERE'S A HUMAN INVITE ME TO TALK!! YEAAAYY!! Or should.
i panicked?
“Ooooo.. good, Hyang! I'm Ria, just call it that. I'm 1D, I'm 1D,
our class is opposite lohh..” (and she keeps chattering while I still
trapped haru because of human's call)
The clock came back ringing very fast, the loud voice of Ms. Henny so faintly say do not forget page 10 hand-written and collect.what's more I don't know, the more inaudible because the children boisterous cheering.
go home. The world was noisy Tuhaaan. I miss the corner of my room and the pile of pillows on the floor. I want to go home and if I can, I want to go to school from home. Uuugh. dream!! What happened to your thighs blue blue was pinched by mama Hyang!? But I'm dizzy, too many humans.
”HYAAAAAAAANGG!!
Ooooo!! Over here!” (want to faint?) at the corner of the gate named boy
1D grade Azria was busy jumping and waving.
“Hyang! Go home yuk? Not far across the tracks.
this train. Yuk..”
“Ngga can ria, I have not permission mama, tomorrow yes?”
“Uuuhh.. suck! Okay. see you tomorrow hyang!”
“See you tomorrow Ria!” _there's a strange new gurgle in the heart\, what is it? Looks like tomorrow I return to school this\, hehe._ bright azria\, make me mean a lot. Noisy man who for the first time\, I like.
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Strange..honestly, the bright Azria earlier can make my gurgle not stop. It doesn't seem too scary in that world. And yes, I want to deny it to wherever I am human too. Well. a little weird, a little bit, or a lot, I don't know. Normal may be too.
“Assalamu aleikuumm! I’m hooooome!! Helloooo..
anyone?!”
One more strange thing, my language is striped in the sense when communicating, it is not my intention that my language is half Indonesian and half English. And I've been fluent in English since I was a toddler, even language
my first word mommy papa was English. First thought they were lispy baby in general just rummaging, until one when in a store, I clearly said, “I want that cheese ball chips mom”.
Don't mama papa, I as the main character of my life just don't understand where I can fluency in English, without a course without a teacher and why only English. And yes, not once
my intention is casciscus is because it's arrogant or pretentious, let alone smartass. Pure is more to because it's so out of my mouth what my brain says\, Out in English mix evenly with Indonesian _the honest\, again\, out of the\, this is also because my mom says you are an Indonesian child\, a descendant of Sundanese!! Don't forget the skin!!_ be me “forces” yourself to speak Indonesian which eventually became striped.
"Assalamu aleikum moooooommm.." _ Still empty answer. Go straight up to the dressing room and just cover your ears. Eat later again, still hot and noisy public transportation earlier with the mind of adults who think about installments. Hang a uniform, sip water leftover bottled stock, play a music tape when my father was in elementary school.
The afternoon was quite blistering, so the eleven-year-old was moving this pretty well too. Especially today was fun. Tomorrow could be more, there's the bright Azria. I hope he doesn't mind having a friend who isn't just his name
it's weird, but almost everything is weird. Well. hopefully. Fractured eyes, inevitable sleep.
“Hyaaaaangg!! Wake up. shower! virgin son smelled of sun
look. Take a shower down and eat, also take your Iqra, Ms. Ustadz for a while.
again come”.
“Iya mistress.. briefly down”.
The afternoon of Maghrib is the same as the other hours of my day. Doesn't like talking long with your sister talking about movies or school or toys or anything. I don't like television, the weird box
just noisy. Bu Ustadz came, taught us two finished pages and just wait for Adzhan. Prayers congregate and then run back into the room until tomorrow morning. Mother (my call to grandma) again inBandung, at home uwak. There is no good reason to go out of the room and be spoiled asking to be scratched in the back while hearing his story about the time of war or the history of the Prophets.
Because of the full sleep last day, plus washing water ablution Isya last night, it feels like tonight will be long. Get a pen, write something. Friends friend quotes also go somewhere all night. Write what?
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Dusk, why red?
And why just a moment to be as an introduction. Twilight, why not
a blue? Is it because I love that color? Or later move on
will the night turn blue? Let the moon look beautiful, don't you think?
xtnv, tomorrow I want the twilight just for me.
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This morning was a little cooler than usual, but I was excited. Got a new friend, MAN. The noise is pleasant anyway. Ok. public transport, take me to school.
“tempe\, tomato\, kale\, spinach.”_“been breakfast.. no time to copy.”_“New market!! New market!!’
I was sitting quietly in a corner, it was the head voice of the father of a friend's mother public transportation this morning. In the city of Bogor this is one thing I love, rain. Little hope this morning rain, so that no noise my head with the sound of a human voice replaced the roar of millions of soothing droplets. Sometimes I think I'm arrogant to be human, I don't like humans. Not dislike, it's just that I'm often overwhelmed by the contents of their heads and emotions that are caught in my own head and heart. I'm rattled. I ‘kan only eleven years. My stop. “kiri Sir!”
Still have to walk a few meters to the entrance gate of my school, far away I can hear the chatter Azria 1D. Hahaa. I like to call it complete so, well, almost everything I named corresponds to the first time I recognized them or they introduced themselves. Mom long hair, jump bolster, big cat, granny loft corner, and more.
“Hyang! Hyaaang!! Here!!” (that's right.. The azria 1D)
“Oitt.. Coming Azria 1D!”
“My very name is Hyang, call me Ria,” while his arm holds my arm. “Let's break time to the back garden again huh Hyang, today what stock?” “becue fried rice” “Asik. I asked ya? Orange same tukeran okay?!”_ I replied with a nod and a smile. The more I like this chatty guy, it feels warm near him, like close to the sun but soft and my skin does not have an itchy red-contol (i'm allergic to the sun, I'm allergic to it, if more than an hour is exposed to direct heat from the sun,
my skin's red itchy. freak, yeah.. I know). The first hour lesson is over the second, rest. I took the stock box, the bottle, rushed to the back garden.
“HYANGG!! BOO!! Aahahahaa.. ko not surprised anyway?”
If I answer I can smell you from a distance, you run away no RI? My inner. “Ngga lah.. Your shadow bounce the window” just point the important secret of my sharp smell awake, hehee. The hour of rest that was only an hour passed quickly with full Azria chirping. He tells stories ranging from him who is an only child to him who has a large collection of liquor from the confiscation of his father who is an officer and take home a few bottles for “hiasan” glass cabinets. Also about his mother who is a director of a textile company. Azria spent her daily life with her maid and her cousin, who is a member of the complex's class band, hahaa. Azria's hands were hairy as well as her feet, she was of middle eastern descent, her skin odor was characteristic. The more I spend time with him, the more I memorize every inch he smells. A distance of twenty meters is very easy for me to recognize his presence even though he was in the middle of the market crowd.
Whether this is part of my strangeness or not, but yes, I can recognize and even know the existence of someone from the smell of their skin, not the perfume but the smell of his skin. Every human being who is not, the smell of their skin is different even siblings who in fact one father one mother, the smell of his skin another. Increasingly
close to me with someone or something, the more “ existance detection tools” from them I can use. Like the smell of his blood or the sound of his heartbeat. Like papa, mama, my sister and grandmother, I memorized beyond my head the smell of skin, the smell of blood and the rhythm of his heartbeat. The smell of earth, the taste of water and wind, I memorized some of where they came from. As a result of my frequent solitude, it may be that in my isolation I spend feeling every single thing, living or dead. I sound crazy, don't I? Hahaha.maybe. But this is how I am, the strange Rahyang Kirana. Kinda crazy. A tad.
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During Junior High, which I did not feel like a year ago, my human friends were more and more not only Azria, but also many classmates or an extracurricular club. But the closest one remains Azria, and in the second grade
this is me even my class with him. The more familiar we are clear, even become partners in crime. Azria is lonely literally because no one is waiting for her at home and I'm a hard one to get along with. From the cute and innocent new kid, now we are the class brother who has the prestige. We gang gang-an, group “social”. My gang, only Azria, but because he's funny not lost, so he's the famous slang kid in many school gangs. Either a friend or different. This second-class, this,
we began to have a crush, began to confuse typical ABG and began to act naughty. We truant, we try things we shouldn't try like smoking and drinking a little from Azria's dad's glass cupboard collection. (I’ve talked too much!?). Resume.
One afternoon, in the PMR extracurricular class, there was one little pale-skinned child with a speckle. Her hair was reddish almost like a blaster. I don't know what's wrong with this kid, but he “picked” my eyes. But yes. with a closed nature and lazy to get acquainted and do not like my man (still) I do not approach him let alone acquaintance. I knew her name was Arlene from someone who called her that and she said it. What's with this pale kid, huh? Hmm. I don't know. But it must be Sooner or later I know. Obviously, this pale kid“draw” my attention.
“HAHAHHAAHAHAAAAAA... HAHAHAHAAAAA...!!”
A loud burst of crisp laughter caught my attention, I turned my head straight towards the voice, ohh.just a tall, thin dark-brown boy. But wait.the laughter is so captivating (what is captivating.
in Language anyway? Seize attention? No! Captivating? Ah yes, Charming) Laughter of this skinny tall brown is so charming. Who her? Ah.. STUPID TIME!! Is it important to know who he is? No. gabe. Excuse me.
“Hyang.. daydreaming slovenly lu ya?” because of the pale child and the skinny high brown my focus was quite seized. I did not realize the presence of Azria who knew she was sitting next to him and offered her iced tea. “Drink!!
Let's not get your bontolan hot!” I'm manut, I sucked the iced tea which turned out to be only one suck toilet. Huh!!.
“Ngga daydreaming of me, but there's a guy laughing so fast! Shocked me so.”
“Mana?”
“Ii. in.. “ _where is the brat? “dah lost her, "kabur” answered me origin. But my head was looking for him.
for those who don't like noise. Here is another noise, hihi. Azria house surrounded by a cemetery (understand what noise? Eh.. who? Hehe) but I didn't invite them to talk like in my room, here is Azria and
he's coward. He could pass out if he knew I was talking to a subtle-beed.
After we cleaned up and had dinner, we went to Azria's room. She was busy with her mother's colorful collection of cookies, I was busy with my own thoughts. Until at one point, there was a figure flashing through the wall
chamber door. Who'sis that? His figure was like a human in general and his haw was slightly warm. But how do I ‘nenetra door? I reflexively got up from the bed and followed him out. He sped a little too fast but because of this house
not big, I can meet him in front of the bathroom. I came closer and looked in. It's a real ghost. But how is the haw warm? Curious I asked him. “hey. you! I can see you, what are you doing here? And why are you a ghost so warm as a human?” the ghost just looked and didn't
answering, a little surprised to be honest because it turned out his face was drenched in blood. I didn't run away, I got closer and followed him into the bath. He washed his face. Obviously the blood won't wash. People he's another nature (sigh) “hey. You won't get wet by that water, you're dead. Free face wash” the ghost
looking back again.this time it was caught very clearly and pierced my heart a very very pain. My head is also throbbing pain instead of playing. I felt like I was going to faint, but I didn't. It's ‘kan feelings of the ghost, not me.
The ghost went out of the bathroom, he went to the dining room and sat in one of the chairs. I'm trying to get close again.
“hey.. Who are you? Yes. I can see you and if you want to talk, I can listen to you”
spontaneously trying to reach his hands that are also covered in blood. The ghost reacted by turning towards a single point on the corner display of space. There's a series of photo frames there. Kusambangi and. bitter my tongue already. The ghost is in one of the photos. Not Azria's parents, but her cousin's sister. The complex class band. Oh my God!! Can I pass out now?? How do I tell Azria this? I went back to the ghost and I asked again, “kamu, Gema?” the ghost nodded. Ah yes God. Fixes.
I went back to the half-run room, not afraid but I wanted to quickly embrace Azria and give her moral support or something, my heart hurt so much. My head feels like it's spinning. Once faced, I hugged her and said patiently yes Ria. She was confused but hugged back.
“Propay why Hyang? Are you ok?” he asked back and looked at me worriedly. Strange situation
a few minutes and be blown away by the sound of the phone. Riiiing...
“halo. Yes Sir, non Ria No Tuan.. Innalillahi waina Divine
Rajiun.. Mr Echo!”
We were clearly hearing the conversation pouring out._“who's bi? Who's phone?? What does he say bi?” raung Azria's
“Mr papa non. he said Mr. Gema accident non, died.”
Azria collapsed. I'm panicking. Auntie also frantically rushed to fetch water
drink.
“Ria.. riii.. Riaa.. wake up baby, wake up!” say
the clapping of his cheeks. “Ria.. rii!! Build..”_ Azria siuman.
“AAAABANG GEMAAAAAAAA!!! ABAAAA... DON'T STAY IN RIAAA
ABAAAAAAAANGG!!”_ Azria roared in tears and with great difficulty I hugged her. All I could to calm him down. We continued to cry and cuddle until I heard the sound of an ambulance. I don't know how many hours have passed since that phone call and we're still here, on the floor, crying and hugging. What time is this either. Samar saw the aunt fixing the family room and living room as well as the direction of the entrance opened wide. He shifted the table and rolled out the carpet with the help of two men, one father and one child our age. Maybe the aunt's husband and son. I don't know. Ghosts. ah no, it's too rude to call the ghost of my best friend's beloved cousin. Ruhs. Yes, the spirit. Ruh Gema was still here, the blood on her face seemed to be gone only her cleavage was now clearly visible. Maybe he's been bathed in the hospital. I don't know. I'll see if his body reaches home. The echoes paced back and forth between the front door and us. Like confused. Confused over what happened or confused as to why he is “lain” now. I don't know.
Ambulance arrives. First down I saw the hospital staff and they quickly lowered the body of Echoes that had been stretched stiff but neatly wrapped in white cloth. Soon Azria's mother's father came down and entered the house. Eye
they're swollen. They don't care about us. Azria's father was busy contacting other families. Azria's mother was busy commanding the aunt to prepare this. We shifted to the room and continued our hugs. We're asleep.
“Ria.. darling, wake up.. Hyang.. kid, let's wake up”_ smooth pat on our thigh felt and wake us up. Azria's Mother. Ask us to take a shower and breakfast and then proceed to the living room where there are already some people who sit around the body of Echoes and pray. We went to the bathroom together and just a toothbrush washed our faces, we were not ready to take a shower. It was cold and our heads were dizzy. Our eyes are narrow and swollen. We cried all night apparently.
After changing clothes with white robe that is already available in the same colored veil, we reached for a prayer book that has also been provided and sipped the milk that the aunt prepared at the Azria study table. We don't eat the bread. Our heads are pulsating. Our fingers held each other and stepped slowly together towards the family room. We didn't speak a word. Only I caught the sound of Azria's head raging violently. Also fill the heads of people in that room. Ruh Gema was near the head of his corpse, staring one by one the praying people around him. Then he looked at Azria. Then I heard one foreign voice, slow but clear, pushy and raspy.
“Ria.. de’, brother saying yes? Ade don't be naughty. Brother can't.
take care of ade again. Don't be naughty, let's not hit papa again. Yes baby yes..
brother's promise (his fingers form a pinkish hardpoints formation). sorryin brother yes.”_tangisku scum. I can't hold it anymore. Azria also roared. Prayer stopped, Mother Azria hugged us and asked us to stop crying.
“kasihan brother Gema nya if ditangisin, sincere yes..
sincere.”
Today was slow fast. It felt long and surprising because it was dark outside again. I called my mom to get her home. Tomorrow we have to go to school. Today was truant. Heart hurts. The Spirit of the Echo is spirit
my first. The human spirit is good-bye. Ghosts who have long left this world turned out to be other with spirits or spirits who just left. Still “segar”. And either because of his words or because of me too
knowing Gema, it feels like the departure of Echoes hurts. When I was sick I was left by my private person. Happy road Echoes. I must be looking after Azria.
A week after the departure of the Echoes. Azria had returned to school, not as bright as before but also not dim. He remains Azria who greets whoever he meets, remains for laughter and speech. Just less
chetare. hahaha.
“Ri. are you ok?” so my subscription questions since Gema's departure. He sometimes replied with bright intonation sometimes slowly just answer, “I’m ok Hyang.”._
Approaching the semester exam. We took enough time to study, make this task for added value later and become the brother of the squad in the extracurricular class. The skinny brown boy
I never saw him again, except for a few times he came in a dream. Sometimes I think it's him or not. Arlene too, the pale-skinned one, only passed by me a few times in the school hallway or
PMR grade. Start exchanging smiles sometimes, often the same as pura not see. But “connection” unchanged. Still I feel there's something with this pale skin. What's that. I don't know.
One day in the backyard “ Hyang. I miss bang Gema.” my reflex motion is to hug my best friend this ‘kan “AHH!! Pain!?.” I took off the hug. I looked at Azria from top to bottom.
he! His right arm had a slightly bleached speckled scratch.
“What is this Ri?!!”_ I grabbed his hand, I checked. “Why blue and what scratch is this scar?!!” _Tangis Azria exploded. Hurls to hug me. I let him spill it all. If it stops later, it must be him
story.
Among the fans he told me in a slow tone. He told me why his body hurt. His arm was scratched and blue. Also why the late Eema lived with him. Azria's Father. Yep.. Azria's Father. Light-weight hands. Especially if under stress because of work. Becoming more. He will no longer see who he is facing or what the problem is. Stabbed with whips from the tail of his stingray or with his big hands. Azria's mother is no less busy, choosing “minipkan” her only child on the housekeeper and her nephew, the late Gema. Echoes are always at home with Azria, accompanying her guard and protecting her cousin's sister from her crazy threats of a father.
Now there's no echo. Now I understand Gema's soul message last time. Oh my God, my heart hurts. Sick vows!!. I can what??. Please my friend God.
Since that story, I didn't realize I was being more protective of Azria. If previously I just wanted to protect her from sadness and loneliness, this time extra supervision, I see and “see” him even though we are not
joint. I felt his beat, I heard his mind and I touched his heart. Not infrequently I also call from home, a day can be many times especially when the holidays.just ask what you are or have eaten yet. Haha. Mom thought her daughter was starting puberty. Call and ask things “sok sweet”.
At school and when we were together even more intense, until ever made a friend ask, “kalian... lesbi?!’_ hahahhahahaaa.gilanya, we both nudged and even tightened grip. Haha. But
true and original, I love Azria. My personal sun.
Last year of junior high school. Friends and activities do not change much except the level of delinquency. Haha. Now we dare to ditch. We dare “culik” dad Azria's car and use it around
city at school hours. We go to the mountains or deserted villages to play and smoke. Yep. SMOKING CIGARETTES. Naughty? That's only a small part. We do a lot of other things that are pretty extreme for kids our age.
it made me learn from this experience, when I wrote this story I was 39. It's a story
my life I've opened. Given my normal teenage years and not, understand that at this age we are indeed in the transition of childhood to adulthood. The age where increasingly taught especially by rough and forced ways, will not work for us. It keeps us away and shuts us down. Even hate people
old-fangled. To be able to control us, it has to be our age. Rebel. Rebel rules and norms. We need to know how to talk to us so we can hear. Don't be patronized let alone rude. Be our age, be a FRIEND, we will hear. We ARE MANUT THE SAME ASIK PEOPLE
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The more my age in addition to the wisdom of books and schools, other habits also increased. If at first I was a baby who could speak a foreign language and then grew up social with non-human, can
detecting the existence of a person was something with my mind, now I can feel the earth's movement. Yes, earth. I can feel literally if the earth moves. I look at future events without having to close my eyes and concentrate on trying to laugh or whatever. If there is a disaster,
wherever it is, the earth will signal me. The place I sit or I sit will be “bergeser” slowly and only I feel. Then, whatever I was facing at the time, plainly
my eyes will never see that again. My view will be covered by another “view”. The appearance of future events. Earthquakes, floods, hurricanes. Just a disaster event.
I'm directional blind (hahah..what's the cool name? Dyslexia geographic? Well. that!) bad, no? I
can feel even see the events in my mind but I don't know which way!?. Hehe. I boiled it by starting to study the map. Whining papa asked to buy a globe and an atlas shaped like a wall painting almost as big as the wall of my room. So it's getting more and more my activities now, fingering
and searching the map. I feel and I follow intuition where I think the picture of the incident happened. Miraculously, my finger knew where to stop to point to its exact location. Weirdo? No! Crazy one? I dont think so!. Because many times I pointed and circled the map, just waiting for the day, tomorrow after tomorrow
it must have been in the television or newspaper. If it misses, only a few kilometers only the planning point. City, island or country, right. Never misses.
I became like a person with a lot of personality. I'm a teenage boy. I am the psychic (aiihh.. COOL ONE! Tsukh.) I am normal and social. I'm weird and anti-social. My world alone is twofold, the outside world of normal bin and in general, my world of high privacy is impossible for normal people
UNDERSTAND!!. Haha.www. I don't know. anyway.
I can “see” events before they happen, I can also “make” one happen. Yep. LT COULD. Just focus my mind on one strong emotion, such as anger. Being so angry, I was focused
and say in your heart, fall you!!, then the one who makes me angry will soon fall. Yeah, just fall. It can slip or fall from its seat. Hahaa... What exactly am I God?.
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“Hyang.. soon we split lohh..”_ “Gue fear Hyang.”
“Fear what?”
“Fear of missing!? Hahahahhahahaaa.”.
“Yikes!! Nguhad queasy gw Ri!! Hahhahahahaa.”_ we laughed but I'm sure our hearts are just as melos. Same as afraid. Same as sick. I'm the sickest, I've had three years of being a normal kid because of Azria, three incredible years. It's amazing because it turns out I was wrong, but not all humans are annoying or scary. Azria who shook my hand, embraced me and not a trace left me behind. Bringing me into the normal world with certainty, being ordinary or normal is okay.
The closer day H of the final exam, the closer we get to each other. I don't know. Feelings of being prepared to say goodbye? A sense of loss trial? Whahuh? More to the sad happy.
“Lo in SMU where is Hyang?’
“SMKK..”
“Lo want to be a chef? Waaaahh.. make me a lot of cake huh Hyang. I like cake, you know right?”
“Iya.. what does not make lo anyway.”
“Hyang... Why don't you come with me anyway to regular SMU? Later our school events must be different, schedules too, our homes far away.. when can we be the same? You want me to die sad huh?” Your eyes Ri. Your eyes that were never as bright as before Gema died, the dimmer the time said this. It’s killing me. truly.
“Ya ‘kan we are still one city, still have Sundays and other holidays Ri.. I am definitely looking for you on kayak day that, you are my sister, you are, how can I not have you? The more the grave cake of my world!? It can be like the earth without the sun, my dear Azria. oh!!” I clasped the chest like a squeaky poet with a sad face.
“NAJIS!! Hahahahahahaaaa.. “ scattering scooped me up he said this.
I laughed out loud too, scooping it back, but my heart was sad. Stuffy. As sure as it is, this is the day of my last day with Azria. Hopefully not. Ahh. But, three years I've been through well. Besides Azria, I also have many other friends. So you can be at a new school with new friends. Or if not, I've lived a lot longer without a human friend, I still have Azria.
GRADUATED. Noem 45, 09. Average 9. Yeah, I'm pretty smart. IQS 142. Haha. snob. Graduation day, dressed thinly (it still feels like my face is taped to cake dough and crusty, ITCHy! GA BETHAH!! Please.).
not yet konde cepol which is only as big as a cup of tea mama alone it feels to make my head weigh ten kilos!?. Azria who is already beautiful, more beautiful with her choice of black kebaya. We continued to work during the event. At first glance it occurred to me that the pale child Arlene and the skinny tall brown. Where'd they? We will have another school or we will not meet again. Oh yeah, the name of that tall, brown skinny boy, Rayi. I know from Aldi, my PMR team leader.
Before riding in papa's car, I looked at my school, like recording a picture to take to old age. The school taught me a lot. Bring me a lot of things. Schools where people are NORMAL. I'm human, and NORMAL, pretty decent. As long as I can cover my abilities, no one will know I'm “magic”. Besides, thanks to Azria, I know now how to get along and carry myself. Also as I grew older, I began to be able to master my mind in a sense, whichever I wanted to hear or see or feel. Longstory short, I'm proficient now to be human “normal”.
The long way home, Papa played our favorite song along the way. My father is a man who doesn't talk too much, sometimes. Now he is even more mumbling a few songs
occasionally riding following the ref. Sound's good. Huge weight but long breath for high pitch tone. Papa is very man in my eyes. Tall large strapping, reddish white skin so good canvas to highlight the tattoo tattoo. My favorite is the anchor. Combined with a rose thread and a female figure in the middle, like crucified. And her gentle innards and her genius she made me look up and idolize papa. Until it's ingrained in my heart, if one day I have a partner, I want to be like papa, PERFECT INSIDE OUT. Or is it true that the wise words I read, Dad is his daughter's first love.
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SMKK Negeri 1, majoring in Boga. I easily entered vocational school with my high NEM. I was asked why I didn't go to public school. My answer is short, want to cook and have
restaurant. Maybe I like to eat, haha.
There's nothing special about this high school life, runs flat. Maybe because most of his students are women and tend to be fine or again I am lazy to open my heart to get along. Nothing special except that I often skipped and found Azria who also skipped and chose “hungkong” at her house with some old friends from Junior High School. And some new friends, schoolchildren with Azria. He attended SMUN 2, a regular public school. The outstanding students are mostly like Azria, a broken home child who is looking for happiness in other places than at home even at school.
