The Girl At The Club That Night

ANASTACIA!

FOLLOW, RIGHT? DON'T FORGET LIKE!!!

This guy was warm, even we spent three hours on a fishing boat that he deliberately rented to be able to sail to the ocean with a boat driver. Several times our hooks were able to produce a fish that was quite the size of a human calf. Several times he laughed satisfied with our results.

Jessica, the girl was speechless staring at the ocean without a word. I ventured to approach him, who knows can hear his voice even though it is just a sigh.

"Are you unhappy?" Try to talk and just guess.

He who had all his hands turned his head, but not a single sound came out of his mouth. Only the flickering of strands of hair moved freely swept away by the wind, rolling freely on his often wistful and pale face.

"Wanna try fishing?" Again, I tried, but there was no sound. In fact, his gaze again faced the open ocean.

If stared fixed, the line of his face is not much different from Anastasya, the girl I have longed for. I don't know where he is now.

Jessica, the girl still did not budge even though I waited for her for a while. Mr. Hadi Yanwar momentarily glanced at us, showing the results of his lure which continued to be able to lure the fish he dropped into the available container.

"Look, Alvin. Papa gets it again. Haha ... You're losing hard right now." He laughed proudly lifting his bow.

I smiled. The name Papa was deliberately pinned for the sake of being able to remember his son who was out of nowhere.

"Alvin, let's go, if necessary, until the afternoon. Haha ...." Again, the hook he dropped back into a slightly bumpy stretch of water.

...

Tired, we went home to Wa Made. Mr. Hadi deliberately came, he said that going back to the hotel would be very lonely. Moreover, his daughter still does not want to talk.

Though Jessica herself does not have a jutek look other than just silence and moody. Jessika was staring in front of the window of the room that used to belong to Caca, just like the girl, someone I missed.

"Don't miss you, Ca." Unknowingly these lips spoke, the girl turned her head softly.

He, just stared fixed, but did not stop talking. I pressed the corner of the eye that was about to launch a clear circle to greet the sadness.

THE CRYBABY! I was really very whiny. Laksmi who was originally about to enter the room, he felt reluctant to just wait outside.

"Laksmi, why?" I approached her.

"Sorry, Brother. The fish is ready outside." He left immediately, there was no gentle smile as usual.

"Jessica, you want to come out?"

His eyes are still sad. I don't know what he's hiding from me. It was like a disappointment that he could not express.

"Jessica ...." I greeted him gently. "You got a problem? You can call me brother if you want."

Still don't talk. However, I kept trying to be patient by letting him keep that secret. I don't know, seeing her sadness is like someone sliced my heart cruelly.

"Jessica ..." call Mr. Hadi from the outside. "Let's eat first, son. The fish is ready."

Jessica coughed for a moment. The hand that covered his mouth seemed to show a red stain.

"Jessica!" sir Hadi hunted down his daughter's body.

"Don't touch me!"

I flinched, finally the girl wanted to talk, but this was not the initial expectation. I think their relationship is okay. However, it turned out that maybe the disappointment was indeed directed at his own father.

"Don't touch me! I'm disgusted by Papa!"

"Jessica .. Don't be like this, Papa is sad to see." His hands stretched out, trying to grab his daughter.

The girl dodged, she hid behind me while tightly gripping the T-shirt I was wearing. The girl sobbed, poignant.

"Don't Papa ever touch me! All Papa's fault, everything I've been through is Papa's fault! I'd rather die than have to see my best friend's body!"

"Jessica!"

I was still silent to see the opposition of the two people. In fact, some of the residents of the house have started to arrive. It doesn't feel good either if this internal matter should be a free spectacle.

"Om" I'm trying to mediate. "Let me just."

Mr. Hadi took a deep breath. He prefers to give up rather than trigger a bigger commotion. The middle-aged man came out with the others as well. Let me who still want to accompany this girl in the solitude of her heart.

"Jessica ...." I try to call him softly. "You calm down, there's a brother here."

Jessica sniffles. His body was shaken by the pressure of feeling in his heart. He even shivered in my arms.

"What's your problem? Can you tell me about it, brother?"

Jessica shakes. His body was still shivering as his hands tightly gripped my clothes.

The nature of this girl, if noticed exactly like Caca when we first met. I don't know. Will he ever be as fresh and cheerful as Caca, or will he be a person who stays like this?

"If you have a problem with your father, solve it well, pity your father."

"He's the bad Papa, he's the one who caused Mama to die."

It might be too complicated to pile up the problems in this girl's life. However, at least he still had a father for where he complained. As for me, simply smiling blandly when I know, even what makes me envious is not a pleasant thing for others.

"Jessica, Brother is now living alone, even envious of you. In fact, I think you're lucky to still have Papa."

"No! You never know what he really is!" He let go of the hug and pointed at me with anger.

I closed my eyes, bitter. Yeah, maybe he's right, not all I can know just from some of the things I've been through. Like the girl's departure, I don't know where she is now.

Jessica staggered with her anger. The blood was flowing back from his nose, even now he was reluctant to come into contact with me.

"You know, why would I prefer the sculpture you've made over the sketch that Papa gave you?"

I shook my head. It's enough to know what I don't know.

"Papa wanted to replace my friend, the one he wanted to sacrifice for me, with the statue."

"Your best friend? That statue?"

How could? That face is all I know. In fact it was a moment that others might not be exactly the same as it even though there were the same.

"What is your best friend's name?" I asked softly, this face already feels hot. "What is your best friend's name?!" Finally I was emotional because he did not stop answering.

"KURSTO!"

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