SECRET OF THE LOVE SPACE
Episode 2
The motor is sliding
on the black road. Entering the luxurious residential Setia Budi Indah Park. After turning to
right, the motor is going slowly on
black asphalt. The engine sounds slow.
Maryati is busy in her flower garden. He sprayed the flowers
which began to bloom and feed on small insects that feast on the stems and leaves of the Rose. He replaced the broken polybag with a new one. Feed to plants
the orchid is diverse.
The sound of a motorbike engine stole his attention. The red duck bike stopped in front of the store in a position parallel to the writing MARYATI FLORIST. Maryati stopped
its activities. He put the sprayers on the table and watched someone get off the bike. A girl in a suit
fashionable walk while carrying Lois Vuiton branded bag. His success bag first. Maryati glances at the watch
on his left arm.
“He has arrived? So fast,” murmured. “Should have been him
come one hour ahead,”
Maryati
his place. He took off his gloves and put them on the wood
buffering. For a moment he looked at his appearance in the oval mirror located in the
side of the entrance, made of carved teak wood. Maryati tidied up her slightly wavy hair, then she opened the door and welcomed Brenda's presence with a fluffy smile.
“Halo,” sweep
amiable.
“Halo too,
Aunt...” greet Brenda with a charming smile. A series of teeth
white neatly arranged, adorning her sweet lips.
“You're fast
once. Sorry, I was still engrossed in the garden, so have not tidied up,”
abugn.
“It's okay,
Aunt. It just so happens that my lesson hours today are non-existent. Than I'm dumbass
at home, at home,
mending I see the flowers in this aunt store,” said Brenda.
“Ohh.
be pleased. Let's please..”
“Thank you,
Aunt.” Brenda nodded with a smile.
They walk
entering Maryati's flower garden. River stones neatly arranged in peddle
land and lead to a gazebo. Statue of a
the child with a very beautiful shape is located in the middle of the garden. Bring out water
the fountain in the vase he was holding and a small pond with colored ornamental fish
redness.
Territories
this Setia Budi Indah Park Housing is one of the luxury housing in the city of Medan.
Most of the residents have luxury cars and enough jobs
appreciably.
Brenda clucked
amazed to see the flowers that thrive in the yard. Sort of
Orchids, Lily, Roses, Anthurium and more. Maryati took care of him perfectly. Networking
flowers can be thumbs up.
In the gazebo,
Maryati invited Brenda to sit while enjoying the wind and the panorama of the park. The Orchid and Lily series look slick
in the corner of the closet. Maryati who arranges the flowers in an interesting art style. Brenda noticed some very elegant Maryati sets. Wanted
she also owns a florist shop like Maryati. She loves tropical flowers and
importation.
“So like this, son
Brenda,” said Maryati surprise Brenda reverie. Brenda flinched while smiling faintly. He watched Maryati closely. Female
that old man still looks pretty. Her skin was clean with round eyes like
women of Dutch descent.
“My son
I really need extra education. I want a son
Brenda gives
special lessons to him,”
“Yes, I've
know, Aunt. That is indeed my duty,”he said softly.
“But earlier
I'm sorry. My son is not as perfect as you might imagine,”
“Means, Aunt?”Brenda frowned.
Maryati sighed for a moment, then exhaled with
slowly.
“He had a breakdown
interaction,”title alone. For a moment the situation became silent.
Brenda doesn't understand what Maryati's words mean.
“Hmm,
Aunt,”ucap Brenda then.
Maryati smile. “Then I call my son, so that
you know each other,”
Brenda smiled
flimsy. “Ah, Aunt. It's nothing, it's ordinary. I am ordinary anyway
adjusting with children.”
Maryati fell silent
for a moment and then smiled thinly.
“Nak Brenda..”
he said a little stuck. “But my son is not a child anymore,”
Brenda's back to frowning
his forehead.
“Means, Aunt?”
Brenda wants to know.
“Before ya.”
Maryati got up from her seat and went into the house.
Brenda continues
wondering in the heart. Maryati's words made her think seven
circumference. What does it mean that his son is not a child? A teenager? Or Adult?
If he's an adult, why did he call Brenda? Brenda dispels thoughts
bad of his mind. He again noticed the moon orchid that was flourishing
on the tree trunk.
Ryan, dude
thick brow with ideal body posture is busy in the gallery. He has been suffering from autism since
two years old. Tends to be quiet and focused on one point. Dislike
hustle. I don't like the red and yellow colors. Don't like people
taunting idiot.
Ryan
pay attention to the white canvas on wooden displays. Brow wrinkled. Pay attention
a painting that is abstract. Still a sketch with broken lines. It
will continue tomorrow. When his imagination blends with the mind.
Ryan's Eyes
look at a painting in the corner of the room. His eyebrows go up a few mili. It
approaching the canvas bend on the buffer board. Look at a painting that
still half-finished. Only a few parts need to be perfected.
Ryan took
the brush then mixes the colors in the paint place. Blending natural colors.
Brown, Orange and White. Just the last touch. A beautiful woman
with sparkling eyeballs. Painting of women playing the elegant violin.
Her hair was covered in dark blue satin.
Maryati headed to her son's painting room and watched
painting on the buffer board.
“Perfect... Beautiful..” sound Maryati disperse daydream Ryan the.
I was watching his painting. Painting of a long haired girl
draped in blue satin playing the violin. Ryan looked at
towards the middle-aged woman with a soft look. He doesn't express anything
as an interaction of his interlocutors. His face remains the same. Flat like
yesterday-yesterday.
“Who is the girl
that?” ask Maryati to know.
Ryan put
his brush was on the table, then looked at his mother with a gentle look. No
there's something implied on that face.
“Nobody, Ma...” the answer is short.
Maryati
smile thinly while approaching Ryan who is now growing older. The only son who
it was maintained twenty-three years ago. Maryati looked at Ryan's face intently. Ryan lowered his head when Maryati
investigate what is troubling his son's heart.
“Turnal son
mama is an adult,” said Maryati while stroking Ryan's head fully
compassion.
“Ma.. Ryan wants to.
love...” he said flat.
Maryati raise
his eyebrows, watching Ryan's face remain the same. Maryati smiled widely.
“Hahahah..
love?” tanyanya. Maryati is trying to understand Ryan's language
simplistic. Maryati always spoke in words
which he used to use, but this time he listened to every word Ryan.
Ryan nodded, then slowly
his right hand pointed towards the painting on the display. Painting of a girl
beautiful in her shadow. Maryati laughed loudly.
“Hahaha…
Ryan... The girl is just a painting,” Maryati said. “Ryan loves
girl in painting?” tanyanya.
Ryan is just
down and silent. That made Maryati stop her laughter. Realise that
her words offended Ryan, Maryati trying to give understanding that
the girl in the painting was just an illusion. Not real.
“That girl didn't
there, Ryan.. He's just a painting,” Maryati told me.
“Ryan love him,
Ma,” Ryan keeps pushy.
Maryati
smile thinly. “Yan.. Mama knows you need a friend. Mama will find
a teacher to teach you not to be lonely. Ryan wants to, right?”
Ryan took
crystal ball on the table, then play it. He fell down and was silent. Omens
he accepts or does not decide Maryati, no one knows. Even Maryati
it's hard to guess what Ryan wants. Ryan never told me either
about feelings. Whether he is upset, happy, difficult or falling
love's.
“Im sorry mom,
Yan. Mama didn't mean to make you..,” Maryati's words were stuck.
“It's okay,
Ma's. Ryan knows, Ryan isn't perfect,”cut Ryan.
“Yan.
mom's the only. Mama doesn't want to see you moody and sad. Actually
mama also doesn't know about Ryan's feelings..”
“Leave Ryan
alone,”
Maryati fell silent
momentary. Did he think that it was his words that made Ryan so?
Ryan turned to his mother, but his facial expression remained
same.
“Yuk. Ryan would have liked,”
Ryan was silent as Maryati took her fingers out. A few minutes later Maryati
go out with Ryan. Brenda was a little surprised to see a guy together
Maryati with facialpolos. Adult men in jeans and t-shirts
playing the crystal ball over and over again. Brenda frowned.
‘Oh my God's. Do I have to face
that idiot guy?’ his inner.
“Hh…
Introduce this Ryan, my son,” said Maryati introduced.
Brenda tried to smile
welcome to Ryan's presence. Ryan's face remained the same, flat and not
gives a sweet impression. Brenda reached out her hand, but Ryan reluctantly welcomed the hand
Brenda. Ryan slightly refused as Brenda forced a hand back. Her eyes
looking at Brenda sharply, then looking down as Brenda smiled. Skulduggery
the one like those kids made Brenda frown. Ryan's Hurry
he left Brenda and Maryati and went into the room and
slamming the door hard.
PAUSE...
Maryati dumbfounded
looking at Ryan's behavior, she tried to smile at Brenda.
“Hh.
my son, Nak Brenda. His behavior is so. He could for a long time too
familiar really,”ucap Maryati feel bad to Brenda.
“Nothing,
Aunt. I understand Ryan's situation,”
Maryati sat down
the chair. Followed by Brenda who sat in front of him while listening to Maryati's story about her son. Maryati sighed, then told her all about Ryan's flaws. Period
little Ryan and his very bleak past.
“When Ryan
at the age of two, he had a high fever. I was panicking to see Ryan
convulsions in bed. I took Ryan to the pediatrician. Thank goodness Ryan
lt's okay. The fever dropped, but a few months later Ryan
experiencing abnormalities. He was more silent hardly interacting with
i'm. I lost my life and lost my son
the only. Doctor says Ryan has interaction disorder,”
“Means, Aunt?”
“Ryan autis..”
Maryati. His eyes spread and he tried to hold back the tears
welled. Maryati tried to smile and wipe her eyes.
“But Ryan already
much has changed,” he said grudgingly. “Because I always take Ryan to the doctor. Doing
therapy from waking up to going back to sleep. Consulting a psychologist and giving special education to Ryan. Shed at
one of the school children. Ryan is going through a change.
Although not so perfect,”
Brenda
mangosteen. “Why didn't Ryan attend a special school, Aunt..?”
“That's
the thing is, Brenda boy. Ryan always refused and often went berserk while banging his head when I told the school.
I was scared and worried that Ryan was doing things I didn't want to do. That
that's why I'm looking for another alternative. Maybe by studying at Ryan's house
can be more relaxed and understanding,”
Brenda sighed
take a breath, then ask again.
“What causes
Ryan being autistic, Aunt?”
Maryati.
looking at Brenda's face fixedly. The female eye shadow
looks teary but held back by the inner turmoil that continues to rage.
“I don't know.
The doctor also could not give a proper reason. Their word is unknown
the cause. Whether it is genetic or other factors. Everyone says so, though,
but clearly there are food factors that are contaminated with toxic substances. That
which causes the brain development of the child
interrupted.”
Brenda mangosteen
any more. He was so sorry for Ryan. The guy has to suffer
years to adulthood. Brenda heard Maryati's story. New
this time he saw the child until adulthood. He wants to restore the spirit
Ryan as a guy who is independent, dashing and not easily influenced. Brenda
don't want Ryan to keep playing around with his own world, without
there are other communities around it.
“What is autistic
it can be cured?”
Maryati
shakes slowly with glaring eyes.
“Medically
autism cannot be cured completely. But there is a change for
an autistic person who undergoes routine treatment. Brain therapy, for example, music therapy, adapts
the environment and the attention of parents. It also depends on the level
his illness. To recover one hundred percent is impossible, Nda,”
“Oh.
me, Aunt,”
“It's okay,
Nda. That's the reality I have to face,”
“Hhmm.
when do I start teaching Ryan?” ask Brenda excitedly.
“If you
don't mind, I'm asking for it immediately. I hope you teach tomorrow
my son. I don't want my son getting cornered, Nak Brenda,”
“I understand,
Aunt. Then excuse me. There's still something I have to do,”
pamit Brenda as she moved out of her chair.
“Thank you, Son
Brenda,” said Maryati came along. He led Brenda to the door
fore.
“I hope you
not tired of giving lessons to Ryan,”
“Pastya,
Aunt,”
Brenda walked
leaving the gazebo towards his motorbike parked in front. From
in the room, Ryan lurks Brenda through the window. He watches girls
it clingy then took the crystal ball on the table and played it
repetitively. Brenda mestarter his bike then glanced at a glance
to Ryan's window. Ryan hurriedly closed the window curtains.
Maryati waving
hands when Brenda's motorbike leaves the flower shop with
exhaust fume flakes. Maryati hopes that Brenda will help Ryan find his identity
himself. He smiled and went back to his office. A little table and
rearranging the flower arrangement.
On terrace
in the back, Ryan sat down. I don't know what that guy's thinking. Maryati noticed
Ryan from behind the shop. There was a little anxiety in his heart. Not as usual
Ryan was so moody.
Maryati
put the flower scissors on the table. Ask employees to complete
work and cut the stems of flowers that have withered. Maryati
approached Ryan with a feeling of uncertainty.
“Yan..” sapanya
teeter. Ryan looked slowly, but did not comment on Maryati's greeting. “You
why, Honey? What are you thinking?” Maryati sat next to Ryan.
Ryan glanced
Maryati. “Ryan does not want to learn, Ma,” he said slightly pressing the tone of the voice.
Maryati sighed
heavy. “Yaann.. learning is important. Mama doesn't want anyone to ostracize you, make fun of you even
sneering,”
“Maa..”
“This for time
front Ryan...” Maryati make sure.
“Ryan don't want to, though,
Ma,”
“Don't say
if you don't agree, Yan... Ryan want to see mama sad? It's all mama
do it for Ryan, for Ryan's future. So accept mother's proposal,”
“Ryan don't want to.
He teased Ryan, Ma.”
“Brenda is not
like those. She's a good girl,”
“Ryan is not
want to,” Ryan turned his face away from Maryati's gaze. Maryati's hand turned away
ryan's face was facing him.
“Until when
Ryan like this? Hiding from the outside world? Ryan got nothing. If continues
crouch in the room. Quiet yourself,”
Ryan stared
Maryati sharply, then lowered her head slowly. “Ryan likes it himself..” he said with.
sound heavy.
Maryati
sighing, like the sigh of a wild beast that lost its prey.
“Don't disappoint mom, Yan.”.
“Ma..”
“Already. Tomorrow
Brenda's coming. Brenda wants to teach Ryan. Mom to the store first. There are still many who want
mama do,”
Ryan's down.
He still did not accept Maryati's unilateral decision without thinking
her feelings. Ryan didn't want people to call him an idiot, a fool or
sort of.
Ryan tickled.
He took a violin that was located neatly in his special closet. Ryan tried
some strings and play discordant tones, like the screeching of a
cat. At times try it but still the voices that come out like
friction squeaking. Ryan was emotional and impatient, until he blew it
the violin's in the corner of the bed.
Ryan
pulling her hair over and over again. His mind was in chaos and his illness was relapsing
any more. Ryan was always so when his mood was disturbed. It often
hitting the wall even jerked his head many times to the wall of the room.
It made Maryati worried that Ryan was acting silly to hurt her
own body.
