Star Clarissa

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...maybe you can hide your pain, but not with other people's stories...

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After cleaning her face as usual after outdoor activities, Meysa walked out of the toilet in her papa room. It was seen that a nurse was examining the condition of the father. "Where is papa's situation?" he asked, even though he already knew his papa was no longer any hope of recovery, but by hearing a small lie from the nurse was able to make his heart feel better.

"Pak Raka's condition is getting better," the nurse smiled slightly. "I'll excuse you, Miss Meysa."

"Thank you sister." Meysa walked up to the papa's bed, stroking his head slowly. "Mey seneng said the nurse's health is getting better. Papa's healthy spit, Mey's renovating our house."

Raka did not reply, she just lay blankly, to endure all this time had already obtained a miracle for her.

The door was knocked open and opened, revealing a female nurse lifting a plastic box. "Lunch on." His whisper.

Meysa ran out, chasing after the sweet-faced female nurse, they were sitting in a garden in the middle of the hospital. "Hemm, I told you, don't keep giving me food."

"Eat just why." Pull Meysa's hand to sit next to her.

Meysa looked up and breathed some fresh air there.

"Why?" Sister Dita looked at the old Meysa while chewing the food greedily. "It's bad if you want to cry."

"Who wants to cry?" Justifying her sitting position and then reaching for the food box that had been opened by Sister Dita. "Wahh chicken geprek.." Exclaims.

"Ehh wait," Sister Dita grabbed Meysa's bluish wrist. "Why? is your grandpa doing this again?"

"Not,,,"

"Mey, answer honestly. Who did this to you?" He grabbed something in his knit sweater pocket. "So abis ngobatin wound patients who fell in front, this can be a bruise too," he said while applying ointment on Meysa's arm.

"This,,,,, I, myself, I'm the one who fucked me."

"Nothing, every one hurts others or oneself, there must be a reason." His words interrupted his focus on Meysa's arm.

Meysa smiled faintly, "and I don't have a reason."

"Mey, you're not fit to be a pendiem and a serious ass you know? and I know why," Sister Dita got up from her seat, put the ointment in her pocket, "want to go ah, there's a patient I have to check."

"Huh, eat first."

"It's ready."

Meysa looked at the empty box that Sister Dita had just folded and put in the trash can, "nonsense stick?"

"you are late? too long think about the problem of life that is not finished until forgetting the same food that is almost cold." After a small wave, he put his hand in his sweater pocket and walked away.

"Meyy...." He shouted a little far away, he was standing on the steps. "Don't do anything you don't like, don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just fight it, anyway that's what you've always done. The spirit...." Raising her hands high and walking away, not wanting to hear Meysa's response.

Meysa who heard that just kept quiet, looked at Sister Dita who had walked far away. Of the many people who consider her a friend she never felt as attentive as sister Dita, the sweet woman spoke like a sister and cared for herself like a family. Given the events of the first meeting, he was never friendly even to the woman, but the woman continued to approach him until they were familiar until now.

Recalling Sister Dita's words just now, Meysa seemed to think, isn't she really a dissident child? then why should he now be the child who thinks about the impact of his attitude against him? He should know who he should be afraid of, why he was afraid when his grandfather was angry when he said he would hurt his father if he did not obey his grandfather's will. Shouldn't Meysa be afraid of Gio, Gio's been taking care of his living expenses and his papa's life. Helping her papa maintain brain cancer for nearly 12 years is not a short time.

But, why was Meysa so scared when her grandfather threatened???

The answer was still spinning in his mind, he alone was unable to know the answer. His eyes looked at a walking man by putting his hands in the pocket of a hoddie sweater. Although the face was covered in a hat with slightly shaggy hair did not make Meysa foreign, she was very familiar with the man. Meysa ran in pursuit, leaving behind food she had not had time to taste.

His smile expanded, as he reached for the man's wrist. But as the man brushed aside and looked at him flatly and coldly his smile faded.

"Star... You here?"

"Detach..." Mesya did not let go of the Star's hand, instead further tightening his grasp. "Gue wants to get married after college."

Meysa smiled faintly. "Certainly? I'm just gonna have you eat sing together, not sleep together?"

"Ck, I'm busy." When Meysa was caught off guard, she released Meysa's hand and walked away.

Meysa can only stare until the Star is out of sight again, "yes that's it, everyone knows me."

His phone vibrates, a call from Tias one of his gang members. Meysa sighed before accepting the call lazily.

"Hmmm..."

"Mey, crazy, you want to know what I'm seeing in the mall right now." He said with a burning voice. "Huh? uh huh? huh uh??"

"Gue met Clarissa with her son, Doctor Anita. Crazy not to." Meysa gripped her phone strongly, "they just came out of the butiq, her style is not at all interested in the Son, in fact it would, even again deketin nyokap her."

"Yes justin."

"Kok lo kayak not that spirit anyway? you have to make the same calculations as that midget."

Meysa glared at the other sight, she felt envious of Clarissa getting the affection of everyone. Unlike her, even her own mother did not want her. But he doesn't want to be held responsible for any other risk he'll take if he hurts Clarissa. "Gue will find another way next time, now I'm looking after papa, it's been able to cave matiin, Bye..."

As he was about to turn around, he saw several nurses walking out of the room of his papa, even seen Gio was coming out of there as well.

"Suster, what's wrong???" pulled the hand of a nurse after she ran away in fear.

"Oh Miss Meysa, nothing. Doctor Gio just wants to make sure Mr Raka's condition today?" the nurse lowered her head, then walked past her.

Whahuh? wh why? tumben once om Gio saw papa's condition? His eyes widened, it suddenly flashed in his mind that Gio had already done something to his papa.

After entering his room hurriedly, his eyes widened. Seeing a man sitting leaning back looking at her, that smile. Why put on that horrible smile.

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"What the hell is Mey, you like to see a life-rowing angel know not?" sighing, "until that shock?"

Meysa came forward, checking on the papa who looked fine. Still in the same position as when he stayed. The tools that keep his papa safe are also safe.

"Lo don't do anything about my bokap right?"

"That's right, touch it not."

Meysa glanced, "what do you do here?"

The smiling son looked at Meysa with his phone screen. "Main games."

"It is not necessary here either," shifted the seat of the Son. "Put, go iiiihhhh, don't bother bokap me again rest."

Meysa's whining even made Putra giggle to see it, "gue sometimes wonder the same lo." Meysa no longer cared about it, she was tidying up her papa blanket that was not at all messy. "School, you're like I want my nempelin. But beyond that, you don't want me around."

"Lo too, at school lo kayak disgust me, but beyond that you're like a snob."

"But it is deket, right? ." Back then." He put the phone in his pocket. "Gue go home,"

"Son,," Meysa held Son to leave. "If I hadn't touched Clarissa, would you have come back?"

The son turned around, looking at him straight. "depends."

"What?"

"Mama agree with that?" The door closed, leaving Meysa clutching her papa blanket.

True said the Son, all depends on the decision of his mother, what if his mother does not want to return, what if women who have lived in luxury are reluctant to return to live with simplicity?

But, uh,

He also lives in luxury thanks to Anita, right?

Then, what does he really want?

"Bangs*t, what do I want?" Scratching his nape. "Gue just wants mama. Does your mom want me too?"

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Hello everyone..

The happy new year. What about last year? What do you want this year? may it all be about kindness.

If you felt less last year, don't blame your years or your fate. You may be the one who is less grateful. There is nothing unlucky in this world, it all comes back to you.

Whether last year or new, everything will remain the same if you don't remember being grateful.

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