The Edelweiss

01 Hello Barcelona!

Catalan, Barcelona.

Human life is always full of color, there is a color full of happiness, there is also a dark color full of bitterness. Everything comes together, just to test patience.

Human happiness cannot be measured by wealth, luxury and money, Sometimes happiness is just a small point, but has a deep meaning.

Human age cannot represent their nature. Adult or not, it does not depend on a number.

Complicated indeed explains the theory of human life, especially when it comes to the name of feelings.

A person's nature can change and cannot be guessed.

One more thing that underlies human life, namely love.

There is unconditional love.

There is a love full of selfishness.

There is a sacrificial love.

There is love that hurts each other.

And there is a love that is either alive or eternal.

Like edelweiss flowers that can bloom for years .

That's what some people are looking for, Eternal Love. Whether it's love for man, for his god, or for his life.

They try to keep that love forever.

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"Room......"

The sweet girl wriggled spoiled, circling the soft surface of the mattress with the tip of her foot.

The smell of the Mediterranean sea was piercing the nose, since his arrival yesterday afternoon. As if to seduce him to look at her for a moment.

"Aaahhh, my boyfriend would be jealous if I looked at you."An extremely ridiculous confident mutter came out from his mouth

A second later the girl squinted her eyes as a beam of sunlight forced her way through the window of her room.

"don't tease me. It's still morning"

He muttered again, as if it was a burly man who would disturb his deep sleep

"Oh my god, is it possible that lately I've been fantasizing too much about those mighty young Europeans".

His eyes were half dreaming.

The girl pulled back her blanket, apparently reluctant to leave her comfortable bed.

The long journey left him exhausted, not even having time to change his clothes last night.

"Nana.., Wake up! Let's breakfast?! "

Shouted Rico the older brother.

"you guys go first, I'll catch up!"Lazy leg.

"What day is it today? El him de la Rosa" Timpal his brother-in-law again, As if to remind.

Sienna was aghast from her deep sleep. Suddenly, her heart felt beating faster Because of shock.

"Saint Georges day?" Sienna screeched Little.

Sienna Ibrahim Purnama. The second and last son of the wealthy family of Raya Tirta ibrahim.

Rich bloodline since childhood makes him have to live in compliance with family rules. 'locked' in the pool of treasures that will never end.

But Sienna was still a human being, she never asked to be born rich, she also did not want to live full of silly and annoying rules.

Wealth is only an infinite form of human greed.

That's one of the reasons why he's in Barcelona.

Two days ago Sienna ran away from home and she chose to run away to where her sister lives.

Fortunately, he is currently on college vacation, so he does not have to bother making permits.

His older brother Rico lived in the city after marrying his wife. A long marriage despite the results of matchmaking. After marriage, he chose to work as a farmer in Barcelona.

Far away from Jakarta go to Barcelona just to be a farmer. Very cliche, right?!!

Yeah, farmer.

A once-harvest farmer can buy a Lamborgini, a Ferrari, or a Porsche in a year.

Sienna seemed to be rushing towards the bathroom, taking a potluck bath. Short but clean. Today he can't miss the Catalan festival.

Yes, this day coincides with the celebration of world book day and national holidays in Catalan.as well as Valentine's day of the city of Barcelona.

The atmosphere will feel very lively and affectionate on the streets of Las Ramblas must be very amazing he thought.

Sienna grabbed her digital camera, and

a guidebook he had prepared last night on the nightstand.

He had not been to Barcelona for a long time, just in case he did not stray in Antonio Gaudi's hometown.

Sienna twisted the two arms of his pink shirt neatly.he stared at his wiggly fingers. In his kiss the ring was sweet, before coming down to breakfast.

****

"Buenos dias!" He asked Rico who seemed busy tidying up his farming equipment.

"Hey baby, can you have breakfast?" Take sarah her sister-in-law

"Waaah.. Mato" Nana gulps.

Then run and sit in front of the dining table. He prayed a little and started his breakfast.

"You must be hungry, you didn't have dinner last night, did you?" Tukas sister Sarah.

Sienna nodded without saying any more, her mouth was already full of toast and Mato was forced into her mouth.

"Slowly.." Brother Sarah chuckles at the behavior of her sister-in-law.

"So still don't want to tell me why you ran away? " ask brother Rico mendelik,

Sienna chewed her food slowly, then placed the piece of bread from her spoon on the plate.

"Don't ask him first, maybe he has a personal problem. You are rich never young!" Sergey sister Sarah seemed to know the heart of the girl.

"So wonder, so you ran away.. Papa called last night, and brother said you were sleeping"

Rico clearly looked at him dislikefully

"Bang Rico! why tell papa anyway, if I'm here!" Whining upset.

"God! where do you think you ran away? Bandung's? Surabaya's? This is Barcelona non, overseas. You want to make papa die stand up?!" Bang Rico Sahut

"Bang Rico is equally papa, just the same!"

Sienna stood up to finish her remaining breakfast.

"Darling, finish the breakfast!"

Sarah's soft ink

"Nana is full!" His eyes shot sharply at Rico. Sienna ran small out of the house even without saying goodbye first.

"You're so rude to him!"

Sarah looked at Rico annoyed.

"That's not rough, but firm!"

Sela Rico's

''But you know why Nana's attitude is so. Since my mother's departure, she's been harder to control. He had already lost his protective figure. You should have known donk! She can't be rude" Sarah reminded her husband. Rico breathed a sigh of regret.

Since the incident 8 years ago, Sienna did change a little, she did look cheerful, even though her heart held a deep wound. But sometimes he's also so emotional, and it's hard to control.

No wonder he was able to escape to Barcelona from Jakarta alone. Maybe for girls his age will not dare to think of escaping abroad.

But Sienna's not her name if you don't troublemake.

Spoiled nature is arbitrary, all thanks to the upbringing of the mother who is too dear to him.

Until that event happened, Sienna still could not accept it for real. So that the father always frees himself in everything.

Sometimes they get into a fight, but the father relents more. Because he knew his daughter was losing the affection of her mother.

******

Sienna grumbled along the alley leading to the main street of Las Ramblas.

He seemed to be sighing deeply, while slowing down his steps.

Besides, there's no way Bang Rico's been after him so far. Thought briefly.

He then sat on a bench, on the edge of a flower shop.

"Bang Rico is the same. They never understood my feelings, If only bang Rico knew the reason why I ran away, he must have defended me, Not even scorned my stupid actions" Little said as if to be a remedy for his anger.

In the crumbs of the guidebook, which looks moist because it is wet with sweat from his palms.

Sienna stared at every passerby before her.

The pale faces typical of European tribes and reddish blonde hair, appear scattered in pairs down the increasingly crowded street.

"Buenos Dias's.."

Greet the middle-aged man the florist who came out of the store .

"Helo tio, Buenos dias.."

Sienna with a friendly smile.

"Turisto extranjero?"

He tried to find out if he was a tourist.

"cii,.. Yo soy de indonesia" Sienna replied stammeringly.

The old uncle noticed his appearance, no matter what he tried to remember.

"Tengo que ir's. Tio adios"

Pamit Sienna left that place.

Gawat if the old uncle invited him to talk longer because of limited Spanish.

The man seemed to smile as he waved his hand, With a frown, indicating the incomprehension of the hurried attitude of the sweet girl.

Sienna ran small while crossing the street. His footsteps slowly slowed down upon arriving at the main street.

Inhaled deep in the scent of the eccentric old city, letting a gust of wind blow over his skin that was starting to warm up.

It feels good to be in a foreign place with a calm mind.

It feels like everything just disappeared, though,

Like a newborn baby into the world. Looking at the stranger around.

Feel the pleasure of the world that feels real.

"Maaa....."

Unfortunately, the screams of a 5-year-old child broke his mind. Sienna looked at him fixedly, the child kept crying looking at the stranger at everyone. Exactly the same as what he did just now.

"She must be lost" muttered Sienna only to notice, Then she ran over and tried to calm her down.

He took the toddler to the side of the road, and tried to get him to talk as he could. And thankfully, not so long ago a woman whose mother might have come near and thanked Sienna.

Sienna let out a sigh of relief, thank goodness she was able to return with her mother.

"Very lucky,"The murmur was mute

Again the shadow appeared.

The mother was dragged and beaten until blood splattered everywhere

And Sienna just huddled in horror at the end of the elevator.

The man in messy and masked clothes was extremely vile. They are not human, but Satan.

Sienna stroked his chest, there was a sudden sense of tightness squeezing his heart. Pain, pain and anger. That is what he always felt.

Sienna immediately fell limp, at first glance she stared at the ring that was embedded beautifully on her ring finger. The magic power he could always feel from the ring.

But slowly, his heart felt increasingly tight and sick. Like a silhouette that was about to drag him into a hole of silence.

Even in the midst of human traffic, he felt alone and lonely.

No one can help him or even give him back everything.

"Watch out!"

The scream of a young man who immediately pushed him to his knees made Sienna startled for a moment.

BUGH!

They both fell together.

Sienna was stunned, at the sight of a motorbike that had just shot away from him. He almost got stuck

"Are You Stupid, huh?!"

The young man looked upset.

Sienna stared coldly, but a second later the young man reached out his hand,

Just like when Saint George helped a fallen princess, because she wanted to be seen by the dragon Montblanc.

The foreign hand warmly touched his skin.

Sturdy and strong, like the protection of someone he longed for first.

Could it be that he was a prince in a suit of armor who was about to save him from a heartbreaking tragedy?

"You okay, miss? "

His question while shaking his shoulders was lesty anxious.

"Don't touch, I'm Okay "

Sienna brushed the young man's hand a little rough. Then clean the clothes that look dirty.

"Freak girl, please instead of thanks. So rude!" grunts

Sienna nodded, though,

"What was that about? I'm not asking for your help" she grunted.

The young man was shocked.it turns out he understood the language he spoke. That means he is also from Indonesia. He ran over to Sienna who was walking away from him.

"It turns out you are also from Indonesia, know my name is Sam. Samuel exactly!" The young man held out his hand kindly. Sienna looked at him for a moment. Then ignore it and ignore it.

"Hey, miss! What's your name? Where are you from? Who knows if we are a city? " Cerocos Sam

"From the woods!"Dengus Sienna

"Ih kidding, since when is the forest in the inhabit pretty angel? If you know that mending me diem in the forest deh"

God's naughty.

Sienna halted her steps, staring at Sam for a moment.The urgently-looking young man's babble hurt his ears terribly.

"Can it be?!" Dengus Sienna

"Grotes! you know that I don't have to help" sorry scratching his head carelessly.

Sienna seemed busy looking at the enthusiastic people and wishing each other a happy day of affection. He photographed some of them with his camera.

"You like to take pictures, right? Well, you must be a rich kid, the camera is expensive" Terka Sam while glancing at the Camera C-EOS 1dx in the hands of Sienna.

"you don't have any other work?!"

Sienna sizzling.

"There was. My job now is to follow you" God again.

Sienna let out a heavy sigh, it was hard to talk to a person whose brain was much different from that of a human.

But a moment later Sienna was stunned. Her gaze instantly turned sad.

Because of curiosity Sam followed the direction where the girl looked.

A sight that would surely trouble anyone's heart.

Seen at the end of the street Las Ramblas, a girl gives a rose (tradition of Saint George's day) to a grandmother sitting in a wheelchair. It seemed like the old woman was his mother.

Sienna bit her small lips, holding the warm globules that seemed to well up at the corners of her eyes.

"That is the true love, the love of a child for his mother. So moving. Uh, why are you crying? Surely you always make a fuss with your mother, right?" Sam chuckles.

Maybe for him it's a pretty funny joke, but he's wrong to throw it at Sienna.

"Yes you're right, I can't say that to my mother. Never could" she sank.

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