
The faces of a girl and two boys invited her to play.
Their faces and stature felt familiar to him. That smile, that laugh, made her miss somewhere she could either reach again or not.
Who is that little boy that plays with me?
It's hard to remember. Ran knows that he is living the life of being someone else. But now he does not remember the people he used to be with. And who is he really?
Focusing on living the life that now makes him forget who he really is and why he can become an Ran.
Why can't I ... remember it?
Why am I here?
Who, them?
Me ... me, who?
His memory of his life that used to drift away like a lost dream replaced with the real world. Like a snow princess who just woke up from her dream.
He saw a couple who were holding him. At that time he could only squirm and laugh happily.
The picture of the face of a mother who is feeding her child who is none other than herself. Several times he spouted porridge out of his mouth. And his mother patiently wiped the food that had been sprayed by him.
When he fell and injured the two men swiftly treat his wound while silencing his cry.
Wait up! Is this a memory of this body? A beautiful and pleasant memory. I've never felt anything like this before.
Slowly these small memories entered one by one into his memory. About his childhood, his father and mother, a precious person, and the promise he made with someone.
Soon, however, there was a terrible memory. Where I watched as long as the husband and wife who were none other than the parents of this body that had hung lifeless.
His body was hanging in a room that was none other than in the rented room where he lived.
Their necks are flushed and their whole bodies turn blue. There was also something like foam coming out of their mouths.
Just then Ran walked backwards while shaking, until his steps stopped because his body touched a wall.
He kept looking at his dead parents until someone opened the door and saw what he saw. Then the person put his palm over Ran's eyelids and carried Ran away.
Life that was once bright instantly turned cloudy to this day.
Ran becomes geeky and easily used by others.
"Wake, wake! Please wake up for a moment!" someone who tries to wake him up.
He saw a woman speaking.
"Listen to me! I am Ran, and you are now the only one who can control my body right now. I'm asking you to help me feel my happy days again. Even if I have to share my body with you, I'll always be there wherever you go carrying my body." The woman's voice sounded soft.
Ran tried to make a sound but his voice was soft like the wind.
"Please open the closed doors of happiness! Please, always be happy with the good people who are good to me. I believe you!" The distance between him and the mirror in front of him began to drift away.
No, wait! Don't go yet! I was gonna ask if you knew who I was.
The woman in the mirror smiled as if she understood the contents of her new heart.
"Yes, I know!"
Surrounding them was only a pitch-black color. The shadow in the mirror started to slowly fade away.
"You are ... H-" Finally the shadow disappeared before he finished his last sentence.
...°°°...
What feeling, this? My body feels like it's floating in space. So light and comfortable.
Although his stomach now feels painful, but this atmosphere makes him feel calm.
Ran opened his eyes slowly. He looked closely at the face of someone who was walking down the street. The man's hands are holding his shoulders and thighs.
He was being carried by a man who knew who because of his blurred vision.
Who her? Please let me see this guy's face.
Ran felt very sleepy but he kept trying to open both his eyes. Before he closed his eyes again, he faintly saw the person from under his chin staring at him. He also fell asleep in his car.
A little while later, Ran woke up again because someone applied the therapeutic aroma mint oil under his nose.
"Thank God you're awake" said a doctor whose voice sounded familiar to him.
The author forgot to introduce, the name of the doctor is Ziva Tabira, or often called Doctor Ziva.
"Why am I here, doctor?" asked Ran in confusion.
"So there was someone who brought you here. Said you passed out in the hallway." The doctor examined Ran's forehead. "Cowok, white, tall, dazzling, and looks very LAKIKK!"
Ran's mind was loading considering the person who had the traits that the doctor mentioned.
"Well! Hmm... There's no way Alex, right?" said doubt.
"Is he your girlfriend, hmm?" goda Doctor Ziva.
"No, doc .... He really hated me because I used to stick to him even if he didn't like it." Exactly the old Ran.
"Even if what you said is true, but the person who delivered you was indeed Alex. The doctor knows, it is!" he said while blinking one eye.
"Yes ... is that right, doc?" His face looked surprised but his heart could not believe it. Cuckoo and cold people like Alex, it turns out they can care too. When Sheila was sick in class, she seemed to be indifferent and did not help her.
And also, it could be, he asked for help from someone else to pick me up and bring me here. That way he won't touch me. Because he seems to dislike me the most, except for him when he's angry.
"By the way, how come you have a stomachache like this? What did you eat?"
"Not much, doc. Just eat some bread and buy some plain mineral water in the cafeteria."
The expression on Ziva's cheerful face now turned serious. "What's that thing in your pocket?"
There's clear plastic in his pocket. He then took it out and realized that he had put in the plastic wrap of bread that he had eaten.
"This is, right .. the bread wrap was!"
"ahaha! Why are you putting garbage in your pocket?" Doctor Ziva's laughter makes me feel ashamed. He took the bread from my hand immediately. He looked at the thing that was now in his hand.
"I accidentally put it in my pocket" replied Ran in a low tone.
Doctor Ziva smiled at me. "And you ate bread just like that without seeing it expired? Good thing you're okay now."
I look surprised. How not, the second bread came from Sheila. But when he ate the first bread, he looked fine. The second bread was already expired. It was only fitting that there was a strange bin bitter taste on my tongue after eating it.
But if I look again, the bread wrap with the one yesterday is a little different. Sheila gave two butterbreads that were the same brand and taste variant.
"Ah, forget it! Since your other friends have been home since then, you should also go home, otherwise your parents will be worried."
For some reason after hearing the word "parent" he became limp and moody. Remembering that horrible incident that was new in his dreams. Although there is also a beautiful, anyway ....