That Bianglala, you
Photo Sheet
It's too early if Bianca
having to sleep now, closing your eyes is also not as easy as typing
sentence ‘I miss, whether we can meet’ on ex or lover
respectively. The pomp covers everything. Very human indeed. Helping
a heavy breath sounded from Bianca who had just entered her room, the door
closing slowly in the back. The girl thought hard, how to
fill the gap with more useful things, in addition to fiddling with the screen
her phone that could remind me again of the forgotten Given number. Shit, man,
Bianca just realized, she has the latest novel that she has not had time to read, because
at that time he chose to obey Sofia's persuasion. Bianca immediately grabbed the bag
hanging on the wall of the room, looking for a square object with three thick
the centimeter. Be met. The book with green cover color toska, bearing the title Geez and Ann by Kak Tsana as Rintik Sedu was just
bianca purchased it two days before entering MOS activities. This time Bianca has
ready to sit back on the bed, holding the best book of novels
the seller he's alerting the pillow. He began to enter the world where the girl entered
into the imagination according to what he read. The characters in the novel
making Bianca grigetan, especially when the first meeting of the god surprise
and her little fairy. Just up to the fifth page, the door of the room rang, knocked
by someone.
“Bi, this mama” voices Bela from behind
the door is indeed familiar to Bianca's ears, but why, what is he visiting
his daughter's room, it's not usually so.
There's no answer, Bela's outside
the room thought, guessing whether his daughter had actually slept, making sure
“Have you slept, huh? Mama found a photo when you were born, there was papah there.
Mama put it in the door, ya” Bela said as if Bianca in front of her,
hearing carefully, even though his voice sounded raucous.
Bianca is already awakened from nature
imagination when first hearing Bela's voice enters his sense of hearing, chooses
staring at the rigid wooden door of the room, hearing every word her mother said.
A small square sheet of paper, poking out from the bottom crack of the door frame.
Bianca scanned the paper from the bed, her hand still holding the book
the novel is now closed.
“May you like, yes, Bi. Dreamtime
indah” collision between sandals with ceramic floor sounds slowly away,
Bela had already stepped out of Bianca's room.
A moment of silence, no sound
audible steps. Bianca has just dared to move closer to the paper
Bela said it was a photo. Slowly with Bianca's shaking hands
take a photo sheet, behind the photo position. Plastered by a couple of husbands
a happy wife welcomes the birth of their only daughter, a baby
who had not even one year showed off his cheerful smile in his arms
mamma. However, Bianca's round eyes are not interested in seeing her in infancy,
his gaze was precisely focused on the figure of the man who held the shoulders of his mother,
his eyes looked at the baby in his wife's arms. Papahs. Bianca muttered stifledly,
sitting limp on the floor, leaning against the door. Her tears soon
out, his chest felt tight, the presence of the slightly shabby photo.
“Where to?”
“Bianca would like to see papah, ma. Noth
just his photo”
“Why mommy never wanted to
tell Bianca where papah” is
Repeated question sentences
the time Bianca spoke in her tears, quickly the girl's cheeks were already wet
because tears that can't be dammed just come out. Since the divorce
his parents, Bianca, never got word from the figure of his papa, Bianca,
even asking Bela, the woman was either silent or immediately switched the topic
talk, don't want to talk about her ex-husband. Though Bianca
very much misses the figure of his papa, with his guardian angel when Bianca
under threat. The fabric under the Bianca shirt was wet to wipe her tears,
his chest was still a little claustrophobic, his body trembling, a hiccuping sound was heard.
The girl tried to get up from her seat, crawling slowly up the bed.
It had been two hours that he was crying, now that his eyes were tired, it was time to close them
although the tightness still reaches the chest.
“Non Bianca, let's get up. It's been hours
six, be afraid later. Madam is still waiting in front of” Bi Nur's voice
waking up Bianca the next morning.
“What time, Bi Nur?” ask Bianca
hugging bolsters in closed eyes.
“Jam six, Non”
“Already, Bi Nur out. Bianca would
mandi” said Bianca, wriggling occasionally rubbed his eyes that are not
why-why.
Bi Nur went out, temporarily
Bianca hurriedly grabbed the towel hanging in front of the room door
baths. It was fortunate that Bi Nur did not wait for Bianca until the girl was real
opened his eyes, then saw Bianca's eyes swelling from crying
overnight. Because it was also last night that Bianca didn't have time, not even
my mind set off the alarm, because of the bad wake-up this morning. Finished
with her bath, Bianca snatched the novel lying carelessly on the
the bed, put it in a bag, then glazed over, making sure his eyelids
not too swollen.
“Kok you tumben woke up bad luck
so?” bela chirps when both with Bianca in the car to school.
Bianca turned her head, Tumben Bela could
pleasantries like this “Eh, engga ma. Just last night forgot to turn on alarm”
Bela looked slowly with her gaze
focus on the front streets. Bianca averted her eyes, resting on her chin
looking out the road from the car's glass. There are still a lot of children in uniform
start this morning, by being escorted by parents or riding the city angkot with
special rates for schoolchildren, crammed with departing adults
workings.
It doesn't take long to
get to Bianca school.
“You will go home by yourself again, yes.
Mama can't wait when to pick you up. Mama's job is solid. Money
pocket yesterday was enough, right? If less, you just ask to mama” clearly
Bela long wide. Lately since Bianca entered high school,
Bela more often office work even though it was like that before.
It's just that you can still take the time to pick Bianca home from school.
“Iya, mah, there are still” replied Bianca
short while opening the car door, then down, staring lazily at the black car
driven by Bela, until the car was lost at the bend of the road.
Bianca's mood this morning wasn't as bright
the sunlight that greets the inhabitants of the earth. The girl kept walking straight
towards the adenium class which is on the top floor, although several times its name
touted by a group of boys, thrown seduction sentences, Bianca
not pinched at all. The adenium class is almost fully charged when Bianca
until, the faint hum of the goshypers sounded, to the boy who
usually rioting in the corner of the class is also there, Sofia is also sitting sweet
at his desk, playing his cell phone.
