Secret Alit

Behind the Wall - Part 1

Before this semester break, I was summoned by the principal for being selected as one of the organizers for the painting exhibition that will take place. Pleased feels. This is the first time I have experience in co-operating events, especially with children from other schools.

On the exhibition committee team, I was the youngest. The others were my senior brothers from second and third grade. This painting exhibition is sponsored by an entrepreneur who is interested in the development of the painting of talented young people. The paintings that will be on display at the exhibition are the work of children from various schools. A few months earlier, they had registered their paintings, then the chosen ones would be exhibited.

The event will be held at a 3-star hotel. At the star hotel, we determine the traditional dresscode for the organizers. The traditional clothes are free, can come from any area throughout Indonesia. Since I come from a Javanese family, I decided to wear traditional kebaya clothes.

Besides being busy preparing for events, I was also busy looking for a kebaya model suitable for teenagers. Understandably, I do not want to look less slang considering the many people from other schools.

That day after school, I was immediately busy in front of the laptop to look for the right kebaya model. After about an hour of twitching in front of the screen, I finally found a suitable kebaya, which is a short knuckle strip combined with a new tick kebaya. This kebaya suit looks 'jadul', very 80s at all. But I'm glad to see it.

"This is what I'm looking for, vintage! Be different from others!" Thought.

The day after the hours of teaching and learning ended, I gave the picture to the subscription tailor. I want to wonder about the price and also the length of time of work. In order to save money, later I will ask for a set of kebaya mama that has never been used. The tailor can remodel my mother's kebaya to fit my size and the array is slightly shortened so that it fits the model I saw in the picture.

Arriving at home, I immediately look for a kebaya motif that suits my taste. I opened my closet, and I saw her clothes neatly arranged. I swiped the clothes hanging on the hanger. Fortunately, yesterday I told my mom to choose one of her clothes that was not used. So, mama has separated the clothes that I can take. Of course, this made it easier for me to choose.

"Here we go. Looks like it's right for me," I said as I looked at one of my mother's kebaya sets.

The batik is made of cotton patterned flowers with a dominant red color. As far as I know, this fabric is patterned coastal batik. Mama paired it with a pink kebaya, with a little embroidery on the bottom. I called my mom to ask her permission to take the kebaya. After my mom allowed it, I folded it up and put it in my school bag to take tomorrow to the tailor. I smiled a lot that afternoon.

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In the morning, I went to school with a batik cloth and a mama kebaya that I chose yesterday. After school, I'll go straight to the tailor so that everything goes right. So I still have time to try the danger before the exhibition H day.

After I finished dealing with the tailor, I headed straight home. The weather outside is very hot. Several times I wiped the sweat off my face during my return trip, but still the sweat flowed profusely again and again. I also sat first on the terrace as soon as I got home, while enjoying the shade of large trees that adorn the courtyard of the grandmother's house.

"It's very cool here, when outside the sun is shining," I said in my heart.

After I didn't sweat anymore, I entered while holding Ireng. There was a grandmother in the middle room reading a book.

"Hello, Grandma. Alit take a shower first, yes," I said hello to grandma.

Grandma returned my smile, and sank back into her book. It looks like the book Grandma read looks really good! I then put Ireng on the sofa and rushed to get a towel and change of clothes in my closet.

I went into the bathroom, and flushed my head with a shower. While enjoying the flow of cold water in the midst of this scorching weather, my mind was fixed on the preparation of a painting exhibition that would last a few more days. My feelings are very happy to mix with deg-degan.

On Saturday, I'll be in the hotel's gladiresik. Before that, I had to learn my duties while there. Although the committee has some people and I am the most junior, I have a lot to learn. I also need to learn about the flow of painting as well.

"Anyway, I'll prepare myself well," I said smabil with a small smile.

Not felt, almost half an hour I daydreamed in the bathroom. I rushed to get a towel to dry and wrapped it around my head so that my hair would dry quickly. After putting on clothes and about to head for the exit, suddenly a woman appeared before me. He faced the door, behind me. Her hair was long, and she was wearing a green striped skirt. I couldn't get out either, because she was blocking the door. I wanted to scream for Grandma, but I couldn't. Although I have seen quite often invisible figures, I am still afraid to see it. My body became stiff, and my voice could not come out.

Who her? I've been here since, I haven't seen him. But why was it suddenly here when I was going out? So idly. I then ventured to greet him gently.

"Mr...Whose mom? How come it's here? Please don't go in front of the door, I want to get out" I said.

The woman was silent. Instantly, his body changed position and faced towards me. This time, I could see his face clearly. His forehead was crushed like a knife. Blood poured down his face to his shirt. His long tongue stretched out to his chin. How hideous. I should have been, I was scared. But no, even the feeling of compassion that came to me.

I shed tears looking at him. I thought that woman was probably a murder victim. I closed my eyes and prayed for him to rest in peace...

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