Smile Effects

The Eightfold Clang

A piano is heard in a room. The room was very closed, its light was marinated because it was only illuminated by the moonlight - which broke through from the window. The room was dominated by the colors of ash and black. Because according to him, the color of ash is a reflection of him. There were not many items in the room, there was only one small sofa facing a large window glass, along with photos attached to the wall and a piano located in the middle of the room.

The wind blew his black hair out, deliberately he opened the window wide because he wanted fresh air to enter. For most people, the air at night is very cold. But according to him, the night air actually cools and calms his mind.

Regaz opened his eyes, his fingers pressing on just one block of piano keys - making a deafening clink sound. Fortunately his Papa's apartment was soundproofed, although he was not sure his neighbors would not be angry because he opened the window wide. Regaz stopped his finger pressing on the keys, his head lowered to the cold marble floor.

Tonight he did not return home on the grounds of group work, which ended up being exhausted. Therefore, he slept in his Papa's apartment which now belonged to him.

His burly legs stepped closer to the photos mounted on the wall. The shadow of his face appears on the glass of the photo featuring three boys - who are holding hands - with a smile on each lip. The faces of the three little ones were very similar, only their stature was the distinguishing feature. Regaz turned his gaze back to the photo located below the photo. Now, the three boys are teenagers - they're in the same photo holding hands as before. Their faces are so similar, that if we do not look at them carefully, we will be deceived by them. What distinguishes them from them is only the objects they hold. The guy on the side holds the canon camera in his hand, the left side holds the Olympic awards, while the guy in the middle of them only holds a miniature piano.

His sharp net switched on the writing at the right end of the photo. It says the name of each of them. Edgar, Orion, Regaz. Regaz stared fixedly at Orion's name written there. He squeezed his chest when he felt the sting hurt it. His jaw was hardened, his hands clenched. Then, without warning, he punched the wall next to the photo. Blood flowed from his fingers, but he did not care. His eyes were still staring at the man who was right in the middle of the photo.

His mouth whispered softly. "I should have died, not lo!"

ooo

Decapan sound from the clashing mouth filled the room with the green nuance. The middle-aged man groaned as he got his first release, while the woman below him was already helpless. With a small chuckle, she changed her position to lie down beside Anna and hugged Anna tightly. Because of putting Anna's head on the chest of her field, Anna's stomach that has begun to grow is not an obstacle for them.

For resting his chin on Anna's head. His eyes were on the wall. "Bun," call him.

Anna looked up her head. "Hm?"

"Mother isn't sad anymore?" Ask Gara carefully. He was afraid that his wife's mood would deteriorate again. He could feel Anna holding him back tightly.

"Sad it still exists. But I just learned to be strong. Nor do I want our unborn little daughter to suffer because her Mother is here" Anna said. Because she smiled, Anna was a very mature woman. In fact, when Anna brought her best friend Rere - to check the contents - among the three of them only Anna had high dignity.

"Rion we must be smiling happily there," Gara kissed Anna's head gently.

"Yes" said Anna. There was an invisible knife that stabbed his heart slowly. Yes, he tried to toughen up. But that doesn't mean he's strong. Anyone will experience a deep sadness because of love by the child he has born nine months, then he grew up with affection. In fact, it was this hand that grasped the tiny hand when he learned to walk first.

Because he began to close his eyes, he woke up again when the chest of his field felt wet accompanied by a sobbing from the woman in his arms. Because he rekindled his embrace, let his wife spill all her sorrow tonight. And for tomorrow, and so on he will bring back the smile, and also the laughter of his wife. Swear in his heart.

ooo

Bruk!

"Are you okay?"

Candy looked up as a hand reached out to her. Her brown netra found a guy wearing an Junior High uniform with name-tags hanging around his neck. Regaz Kavier, that's what he read there. Candy nodded, then welcomed the helping hand.

"Yes, it's okay. Thank you," said Candy while patting her skirt that was a bit dirty because of the ground.

The guy smiled. Then the hand came back to him. "Known, Regaz Kavier from SMP Harapan."

Their gazes clung to each other, until another voice interrupted them. Candy hurriedly took off her hand, while Regaz put up her sagging glasses to cover up her awkwardness.

"If so, I go first. Dahhh ...," thoughtlessly the girl ran to the middle of the field, but what she did not know was the laces* she was using came off, making her have to fall down again*.

BRUK!

"Ouch!"

Candy grimaced as her body fell off the bed. He rubbed his painful arm still with his eyes half open. Until the view in front of him completely flashed clear. Candy rolled her eyes.

Walls made of floor rooms that are still grounded in soil, beds made of wood. Candy let out a sigh of relief, this is really her home. His hands were raised to massage his temples that felt dizzy.

Rena was right, she was not feeling well. In addition, the dream three years ago made the morning worse. Regaz, that guy is really confusing. In his dream, he met Regaz while going to perform MPLS, obviously if the guy was wearing glasses. But, as he knew by now, Regaz's vision looked fine. The thought of it made Candy's head even more dizzy. Why does he have to dream it all!

"When are you going to hang out there?"

His mother's voice drew his consciousness back. Candy again circled her gaze around. He realized that he was still sitting down, at the sight of the well-dressed lady. Candy grimaced, she should have woken up first.

"Elisa," call me again. The middle-aged woman shook her head looking at her daughter who was still collecting her life back. "Make there. That's it, we're having breakfast. There's fried tempeh, our neighbor gave me."

Fried tempe? Candy's eyes opened wide. I could see a happy twinkle in that brown netra. In his heart he grimaced, his lack of life made them eat potluck. Eating once a day is enough for them.

"Seriously, Mom?" Ask Candy enthusiastically.

Mom rubbed Candy's head slowly. "Yes, take a shower first" he said.

Candy nodded, after which darted off to pick up a towel to wash her body. While Mom just looked at Candy. Living alone is very difficult, especially he who became the backbone of the family. But, Mom's dream of sending Candy to school will never fade. He will continue to try, even though he must feel tired. The most important thing is the future of his son that is guaranteed, not like it.

\=\=\=\=\=

- TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Italics can be marked as (Flashback, dream, someone across the phone, English)

Thanks for supporting ...

Support and wait for the continuation ...

I Purple U's

Bhubhay