Solving a Mission in 100 Years

3. Necklace That Lost Pendant 1

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"Assalamualaikum, I'm home..."

"Goddessalam.. Deksaaa, what time is it to come home, not ngabari mom anyway, you wes awaited dad two hours ago."

Deksa snorted, he walked towards the room, put the bag, lay down on the mattress island. Then he woke up again, removing the bandage on his right hand.

" Not luminous, but still clearly visible in color," the inner Dexa.

Then he took the roller plaster, gauze and scissors inside his bag. Then he started to paint on his hands.

Undone he worked on, a fragrant smell like freshly cooked chocolate cake lifted from the toaster slipped into his room.  His mother went into the room with a plate on top of which was a piece of lava cake in the middle which looked melted chocolate.

"Emmmm, it's very fragrant, aaaaam"

Deksa got out of her bed and approached a piece of brown lava cake that was fed to her.

" It's a good thing you came home late, I made four of them, let each get one, uh said your brother is delicious, make dudes, keep cutting your part," said the mother while thrusting her plate.

" Nih continue to eat alone, mother wants to wash dishes".

Mutual reflex received it with both hands, and again ate lava cake that no longer irregular shape. His mother looked at Deksa's hand, and took it.

"What hand did you get, how stucco the palm, what did you do at school?", asked his mother.

Deksa, who had been enjoying soy sauce for the sake of melted chocolate soy sauce, immediately pulled his hand, and held the plate of lava cake with his left hand.

"No papa kok Bu, it was just going home from school looking for bamboo in the cement house, make schoolwork, accidentally scratches bamboo pieces fitting bamboo parts the same cement-temen..", reply Deksa.

Mom took the plate from Deksa's left hand. Then put it on the springbed, next to Deksa. His mother tried to take his right hand, but Deksa forbade it.

" No ma'am, just a minor wound, tomorrow it's also healed",

"yes, but I want to see.."

Finally Deksa assented.

He showed her his right palm full of stucco. The blue embossed line slightly rippled from the Deksa plaster that had not been properly attached.

Mother Deksa stared fixedly at the palm of her youngest daughter's hand. Taken it, then opened one side of the plaster that slightly opened. The faint-looking blue line earlier, was now clearly visible. Tucked straight towards the veins. Then the mother closed the plaster that was opened by her.  Deksa who had been watching his mother's expression, could not believe it. His mother was not as shocked as he had imagined. It looked like he already knew what had happened to his hand.

"Mom not surprised?", asked Deksa

Mom looked at Deksa in the shade, then stroked her hair. Then she took a blanket to cover Deksa's hand.

"You should hide this, sa.don't tell Dad, yeah. If there's anything, talk to mom. I'm afraid, your father is shocked, continues directly overthinking nanggepinnya.  Tomorrow I go to the Citra store, buy you the same plaster gloves."

Deksa nodded. In his mind, he was astonished when his mother said so. Even though every time there is a problem with him, I always ask Deksa to be honest with Dad. Because Dad is a person who is full of solutions and a person whose thinking is more rational than mother when faced with a problem.

"It's really okay if you don't know?" asked Deksa

Mother nodded, her forehead frowning. " Then the plate put in the sink do not need to be washed. Your right hand should not be exposed to water too often" replied the mother.

" When I want to take a shower, what ?",

"That, while wearing plastic gloves on the kitchen rack first, later if you come out, do not buy rubber safety gloves"

"Emang, my hand is why is it, ma'am,?",

Mom fell silent, then looked at Deksa sharply.

"It's not time you know, but you have to be more careful, lest others know about your current situation"

Deksa frowned. His eyes hinted at great curiosity, but were hindered by the fear of knowing the truth, whether it was an advantage that was beneficial to him, or would instead be a catastrophe for him, he said, and also his mother who did not allow Deksa to know the cause that happened to him.

"You finish plastering your hands first, I'm out for a minute to pick something up".

Mom's out of the room, while Deksa hasn't been able to get out of her strangeness.

Deksa looked towards his watch, showing a short needle in the number four and a long needle in the number 5. Then he remembered the necklace that had just been given by someone close to him, he was holding the necklace, a white silver necklace.

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When almost all the students had gone home, Anton sat on a black Vario 125 parked in front of the school garden gate, because the school garden was in the direction of the parking lot.

From afar, a little girl ran with both hands holding a black daypack strap, while her pigtail-stropped hair swung to the right and to the left, approaching Anton.

"Deksaaa a very old habit to wait for" complained Anton with a slightly upset tone.

"Sorry,ton. Last time I came home, suddenly there was a meeting of PMR members bentar, for the training of new members, hehe" replied Deksa with a smile chuckling.

Anton got off his motorcycle, then gave a small box of a rather dull silver color. Then he gave it to Deksa.

"What's this?? "

" Make you,"

"What mean? Uh ton, my birthday's still a long time, you forgot?"

"Not a birthday present, Deksaa."

Anton grabbed Deksa's right hand.

"Eh. What are you?", asked Deksa

" Bentar, I want to see it clearly",

Anton opened a bandage that covered almost the entire surface of Deksa's right palm. Then he aligns it with his hand. Then he took Deksa's hand.

" Anton, why this??", asked Deksa softly mixed with a tone of fear.

There was a splash of greenish blue light, two seconds, three seconds, then the light was gone.

Deksa is speechless. He was amazed at what had happened to Anton's hands and hands.

Anton took off his grip, then smiled shadyly at Deksa. Then he took the silver box in the left hand of Deksa. He opened it, then put it on Deksa's neck.

Nervous mutual mixed weird. Nervous because the first time he was paired with a necklace by a man, strangely, how can a friend who he considers like his own brother act like in a romantic scene of a Korean film that he usually watches.

Two pairs of eyes clashed against each other. Anton blinked, immediately Deksa realized, then turned his gaze in shame.

" Why is there no pendant?" asked Deksa while holding a necklace that has now been resting on his neck.

"The locket is gone, we are looking together, how is it?", Anton replied

"You mean?"

Anton got on his motorcycle, powered the starter, and held the gas .

" Tomorrow, I'll pick you up at your house at 9 am, we have a romantic coffee, then I tell you the relationship of the lost pendant is just as good,"

"Yeahhhh...",

unfinished Deksa replied, Anton had already sauntered with a flirtatious wink, leaving Deksa astonished.

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Deksa realized from his memory, shortly afterwards, his mother came carrying a pair of cream-colored hand deckers, which were almost similar to hearing skin color. Deksa hastily hid the necklace behind his Krah.

"So, I have to wear this at home too, Mom?", asked Deksa

"Yes,"

"Until when, Mom? You should know too, right??"

"The time isn't right yet Deksa dear, hmm. There's something that shouldn't have been allowed to be used, but why did it happen earlier?"