
"Kira! Eat, Son!"
Mother's screams woke me from the daydream. Sweet shadow about Daniel, breathe as tears continue to melt.
"Yes ma'am, in a moment," I replied without changing position.
"Fastly, your stomach will hurt!"
"Yes, Mom." Again I answer it with the word yes, but this body is still reluctant to move.
After a few seconds, my voice was no longer heard. Only the rumbling of rain continued to fill the silence. It seems that nature is also expressing my dark life story.
After a long time of arranging my heart, I removed the remains of tears. I don't want you to know if I just cried. Then I left the room, but before I met Mom, I went to the bathroom first. I washed my face with running water, I erased the trail of grief that had whack.
"Let's eat, look at this, I'm cooking your favorite mushroom soup" said Mom, when I got to the kitchen.
"That's good." I smiled and pretended to be happy. Mushroom soup is one of my favorite foods. But for now, I have no interest at all in eating it. That line two still continued to overshadow me, relieving hunger and thirst.
"Ra, eat very little of you" said Mother when she saw me stoning the rice.
"Not too hungry, ma'am" I replied.
"You're tired, huh?" My mother sat in front of me. And I saw the neutrals looking at my movements.
"A little bit, Mom." I threw out a glance while scooping a little mushroom soup. My heart was beating fast, afraid that I would notice the pregnancy.
"Son, studying is good, but don't get too scaled up, yeah. Your body also needs rest, do not let you get sick because it is too hard to pursue the ideals," said Mother.
"Yes, Mom."
The guilt is approaching. The trust and struggle of the old man, I reply with a stain. How cruel I am.
Then I began to chew a mouthful for a mouthful of food on the plate. As for Mother, she was also still sitting in front of me.
Soon, Mother opened her voice again, breaking the silence that had been created.
"Oh yeah Ra, you're doing an internship in four months?" ask Mother.
"Mmmm .. so ma'am," I replied hesitantly. In four months, my stomach must have gone. Can I still be an apprentice, and succeed in becoming a teacher?
"Daniel's also an intern?"
I choked on hearing Mom's question. When Daniel's name was mentioned, my mind was immediately in turmoil.
"Slow down, Ra!" Mom gave me a glass of water. Then I took it to the toilet.
"So what, your best friend is also an intern?" Mom asked for the second time.
I was not honest about Daniel's status. I introduced her as a best friend, because I'm sure Mom wouldn't agree if I introduced her as a boyfriend. My parents would not be willing, if I was in a relationship with a man of different faiths.
"No, ma'am, he repeats the thesis a lot" I replied.
"As a friend, you teach him dong Ra. He helps you a lot, doesn't he? I see he doesn't count on you, rarely do rich people want to behave like that" Mother told me.
I took a long breath. Although my lips did not utter a word, but in my heart I continued to speak, it is possible that Mother's judgment will remain the same, if later to know what Daniel did to me.
"Mayra is also rich Mom, and she doesn't count either" I said on the sidelines.
"Yes too, hmmm lucky you're Ra, surrounded by good friends like them."
Mother's words are like daggers slicing hearts. Okay, is that still the right word to describe this situation? I don't know, I can't judge who's good, and who's bad. Daniel seduced me, but he never forced me. That is, I do all of that on the basis of willingness, not coercion.
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The roar of a motorbike passing by in front of the house, keeping me awake from the dream world. I had a thick blanket covering my body. Then I went down, and tied up my long hair.
Then I opened the window, I breathed fresh morning air. The chirping of birds perched on a branch beside the house, like the singing of nature that deliberately entertains fragile souls.
"May Daniel take responsibility" I said to the wind. Then I grabbed a towel hanging on the wall, and rushed to the bathroom.
After an hour, I was neat in jeans and a long sweatshirt. I let the hair run, squeeze and cover the shoulders. Before I left, I stared at the reflection in the mirror. I looked at every inch of my body. And I bite my lips, while staring at the waist that I think is more contained.
Not wanting to waste any time, I took my sling bag, and put my phone in there. I prepared to go to the park not far from home. Daniel and I will meet there.
I locked the door before I left. Because right now, Mom and Dad are off to work. Then I put the key under the flower pot, a place we used to use.
I walked down a crowded street. Many times I reviewed a smile, when passing by a neighbor who began to seek sustenance.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the park. My eyes glanced over here and there, looking for the figure of the man I was about to meet, and before long, my corneas captured his form. Daniel was sitting on a long bench, under a shady red betel nut. His body was still clad in long pants and a thick jacket.
"I'm sorry I'm late" I said after arriving at Daniel's.
"I just came too" he replied with a big smile.
I didn't answer, nor did I sit next to him. I just looked at her beautiful face, because of the golden sunlight. In that pair of chocolate beads, I was trying to dive. Looking for a glimmer of sincerity that I can focus on.
"Kirana, hey, what's up?" Daniel stood up, and waved his hand before my eyes. Maybe he was surprised to see me daydreaming.
"Daniel, there's something important I want to talk to you about" I said in seriousness.
"Yes, but sit down first! You'll get tired when you stand up." Daniel held my arm, and led me to sit on the bench. The treatment is always sweet, making me unable to resist the persuasion and seduction.
"Now tell me what you want to talk about, I'm here to listen to you, Rana!" Daniel stretched out his hand, and tucked my hair behind his ear.
I did not answer immediately, but I hurried to open the bag, and took the flat object that I kept there.
"Daniel, I'm pregnant!" I said with trembling.
I thrust the thing at him, and I saw him looking at me without a blink. I don't know what he's thinking, I can't guess at all.
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