Short Stories Romance

Illusory Tranquility

MENTAL ILLNESS

Title: Illusionary Tranquility

Author: Dareen Naveen

“Naveen! Why is your grade ruined?” papa said when he got home.

I was silent and downcast.

“Why you? Where are you going?” ask Papa.

Again, I just fell silent.

Papa left after being satisfied with anger and evaporating his emotions. The slap did not escape sliding on the cheek. Maybe Papa was emotional, because I didn't answer all the questions that were asked.

Stay home alone, climb the stairs and throw my body on the bed. Trying to close his eyes, hoping to fall asleep for a moment forgetting Papa's tantrums.

Not just once, Papa slapped, hit and scolded me. Often his anger arises, maybe because he is tired of work in the office.

I grabbed a backpack, was about to take a sedative. I have been eating it for a few months. A tranquilizer? That's just what I call it, because what I'm taking is drugs.

“Shit! End again!” I complained, when I saw there was no medicine in the backpack.

I grabbed the phone located on the nightstand, then contacted one of my friends. This finger began to nimble typing words to transact.

[Bro, I'm asking for stuff! Take it home, will you?]

[Outside of course, Nav! I'm scared of Bokap, you!]

[Sante, Bokap is leaving. Hurry along! My head is dizzy!]

I put the phone on the nightstand and felt a headache. Throat was dry, I decided to drink in the kitchen.

These eyes turned around, looking at various angles. I remember Mama, feeling a loss of attention from her. He said softly, never once did he scold me, let alone hit me.

“Ma, Naveen kangen!”

Not felt, clear water falls on the cheeks.

I immediately drank and rushed to the living room to wait for Vino. Not long after, the doorbell rang.

“Vino?”

I ran straight to the door.

“Include, Vin!” I said when the door was opened.

“No, I went straight home. Just want to give you your order!” he said while giving one small plastic.

“OK! Thank’s, Bro!”

I gave him some money. Vino immediately left and I went back into the room to enjoy the sensation of the medicine that had been obtained.

Papa's too busy with the office. All Papa had in mind was company. He wants me to be a smart person. No doubt, Papa often told me to tutor in various subject areas.

Honestly, my brain is incapable. Although I am an accomplished student, but Papa is not satisfied with the achievements I got from school. He always crammed with les-les that he thought were important for his company later.

I got worse when Mama left for good. The figure who always loved and encouraged to always be excited, is now gone.

Enjoying the sensation of medicine, even if only for a moment I can forget all the anxiety that hit a lot.

***

The lesson has begun. I'm getting harder and harder to concentrate so the values are getting down drastically.

I just fell silent and resigned, when I saw a sheet of answers listed by the value on the top corner. The red values that Papa hates most.

Ride the motorcycle back home, and prepare ears that will feel hot when Papa starts to nag, as well as cheeks for Papa's hand slap.

I parked the motorbike in the yard. Looks like Papa is focusing on the laptop on the table.

“Have you come home?” ask Papa without seeing me.

“Already!”

“Where are your test results today?” he said with sharp eyes looking at me.

Die up!

I handed him a piece of paper today's exam results. The facial expression changed, when I saw the answer sheet I gave.

“Here you!” his orders.

THE PLAQUE!

A hard slap slid down my cheek.

“Papa already charge you school, follow various tutoring, but the results are like this?”

Papa pointed at the paper he had in his grasp.

“Papa don't want to know, next test your grade should be good!” Papa is leaving.

The demands are getting sick of me. I lost the figure of Mama, where she always guided in everything. He was very subtle in his speech, never did that hand hurt me.

Tears are back.

I went into the room. As usual, I took the medicine to calm my mind.

Angan drifting after consuming this tranquilizer. Happiness comes, even if it's just an illusion. All the pressure from Papa seemed to disappear when under the influence of drugs.

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The sound of an alarm woke me up in the morning. Eyes that were still reluctant to open, letting the alarm sound over and over again.

“NAVEEN!” papa's cry woke me up with a loud knock on the door.

I was surprised, then turned off the alarm sound contained in the phone. Get out of bed and step near the door.

“Why, Pa?” ask me when I open the door.

“Alarm reads from earlier, you just woke up?” ask Papa with sharp eyes.

“Yes ... Now ‘kan school holiday, Pa. Naveen wants to sleep until noon is not a problem, right?”

“Your grades are now all ugly! Today you have to tutoring!” papa said.

“Where are the Sunday tutoring, Pa?”

“Who said? Papa has asked for a special teacher for you! Now get ready, Papa will take you to the teacher's place,” Papa said without asking for my approval.

I rushed to take a shower, had breakfast and prepared to follow what Papa wanted.

Run. That's what I have in mind right now.

I want to run from Papa, I'm getting tired of all Papa's demands. He could only sue and tell me to study. Papa doesn't understand, all I need is attention and affection from him.

Sure enough, Papa drove me to the gate of a minimalist house. Because Papa was necessary, he just told me to come in and leave.

I decided to go to the Vino boarding house, I darted in a taxi.

.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

I knocked on Vino's room door.

Chequek!

Seen the look on Vino's face that seemed half conscious due to the influence of the drug.

“You joined, lo?” ask Vino.

I'm nodding.

“Come in!”

Vino opened the door wide and immediately locked it.

I entered a cramped room and smelled of alcohol. Here there are already some people who are enjoying the drugs and alcohol that have been presented.

“Swant, Nav! Today is my birthday, I give you free!” Vino.

Windfalls!

I joined another friend. Vino's the only person I know here. We enjoy everything that is available for free in front of our eyes. Reluctant drifting feels good, laughter has adorned the lips, as if the depressed feeling of Papa disappeared when under the influence of drugs. The illusory calm I am getting right now.

BRACKET!

“Thank you!” said some guy with a thug look who carries a gun.

We were all aghast when we saw some people who were about to curl our arms. Like a criminal, I was forced into their car which turned out to be a Police officer. Neighbors looked at me with a cynical look.

At the police station, I was reviled by questions. The police finally contacted my homeroom teacher and my parents. Not long after, my homeroom teacher came.

“Why are you, Nav?” ask Bu Lira softly.

“Naveen ... Naveens. Make, Mom!” I glanced down before him.

“NAVEEN!” papa's blaring voice surprised me.

THE PLAQUE!

The slap happened in front of Bu Lira.

“Sabar, Sir. Hold!”

“For what? A child like him has often made me ashamed!”

Ms. Lira took Papa away, but I heard their conversation in the corner.

“Naveen told me everything, sir. He needs love from his parents. He didn't get that from my father. I repeatedly caught him jumping from the third floor of the school. Do you know? Is he telling stories? Naveen lost his mother. It's not all her fault, sir. Naveen's a good boy, he's an achievement too. The value has been falling since the loss of her mother. He's depressed! Love him, take him to a psychiatrist to get treatment. Not even beating him up!”

Moments later Papa rubbed his eyes. Is she crying? I don't know.

Papa came closer and hugged me tightly, “I'm sorry Papa, Nav. Papa is so sorry! Papa is too strict with you, so Papa forgets that Papa's child needs affection, not just money,” Papa said with a warm embrace.

.END.