The Indigo Love Story

Part 17's

I heard someone opening my door, my mom was there, I looked, she was on the porch, she was a little anxious, maybe because I was home late than usual. How can I go home dirty like that, I just don't want to make him sad because I'm bad at school.

I opened a simple wooden gate, stepped on the gravel yard to make a sound that reached my hearing. Actually I'm still thinking, what's the good reason why I came home late. Actually I'm not good at lying, I'd rather say what it is, but this time the situation is different, and the consequences of this I have to do to keep my mother feeling.

"Mah.." I greeted him, grabbed his right hand and kissed him with the respect of a child to a mother who had conceived and given birth to me. He let me do it and the son of the donor followed what I was doing.

"Why did you come home late Mi?" finally, my mother's question made me breathe.

"So there was a bit of direction from the aunty studio, so we were a bit late" Aldo interrupted as my lips began to want to move saying something even though it was a bit confused. This time he helped me make an excuse. I didn't dare look at my mom after that, I had covered up a situation.

I'm tired, I can't keep going like this, I don't dare to fight, I'm not talented in that field, really. It bothered me, it made my line of thinking go awry, I couldn't concentrate on studying in class, I had trouble sleeping because I felt something was weighing on me so much, and I've had a hard time smiling lately.

The school kicked me out slowly, is it possible that I would just change schools? But it felt heavy, the blue-purple problem was indeed heavy, but there was something more to it than that.

I ruffled my hair, covered my head with a blanket, tried to calm myself down and get rid of everything.

I took my backpack, I brought something from school. A foreign new thing. Flowers and a piece of paper I took it out of my backpack, leaving the fragrance there.

I put them in a box with 3 flowers and 3 previous pieces of paper, collecting them into a relation inside a block-shaped object with a top cover larger than the box.

I put the box into the bottom of the closet, at first I thought it was useless and almost threw it away, but I picked it up and put it away.

I had suspected the persuader, all this time he was a bit always there, you could say lately we were close even though not too familiar, but it was impossible, he was not such a man, he was not, chatty and stubborn, outspoken and a modern thinker.

*****

Kinggg...

My alarm goes off, I get knocked out of my sleep, if I may choose, I would rather wake my mom than that completely rhythmic sound.

The short needle leads to the number 5, usually I get up right away, but not this time. Today I will not go to school, yesterday's humiliation is enough for me, today there is no respect from the displays in the wall magazine because I came the earliest, he said, there would be no greeting for the cold ceramic floor, and I don't know if there were any more flowers and paper under my desk. I'm not going to lie on the grounds of illness or permission because there's a family event or anything like that, I leave my absence without explanation.

Tok tok...

My eyes opened slowly, someone was knocking on the door from the outside, my vision was still a bit blurry.

"Naumi.." That's my mama's voice, I turned to the alarm clock, rubbing my eyes as the short needle pointed towards the number 6.

"You sick?" my mother approached me and I sat down next to the bed. I just kept quiet, confused, I didn't know what to say, my weakness, not good at making plans and being behind lies.

Mama put her palms to my forehead, making sure I was okay, and indeed my health was not compromised. Not there that is disturbed, but deep down, my heart, there is an unseen burden.

"Are you not feeling well?" and again my mother asked a question whose answer was more difficult than a mathematical repetition.

I shook my head, though,

And still down, protecting my eyeballs, protecting something that I was hiding, that I hope you won't find out about, the prodigal son and the denial-of-thumb in my throat.

"Well, Naumi just didn't want to go to school today." I said slowly, I hope you won't ask me anything I can't answer.

"You got a problem?" mama frowned.

"Naumi just wanted to take a break today.." I sighed, feeling tired, tired of covering up something from mama, tired of holding this pressure alone.

Mama stroked my back, made my fatigue a little crumpled.

*****

The a-minor again filled my tympanic membrane, penetrating the thin membrane that served as that partition, at least meeting my criteria there, calmness.

But I can't say that in its entirety, there's something still stuck, tucked between gravity and the skin of the earth, this music box, the owner, that place I call Brega Roads, that, also the flowers under the table and all the unanswered ones.

I closed the keys, the music stopped, and I tried to forget my thoughts. I assume nothing ever happened, and I'm fine. Let go of what makes you sad, and keep what makes you happy.

Although I don't know what makes me smile other than seeing the happiness of mama, papa and Fariz's joy, the rest I don't know, I'm just facing the world out there, feeling foreign, and, and don't really know them.

*****

Mama has handed my medical card to the counter, I check my health regularly, about 1 to 2 months, at a neurologist, doctor Saendra Harun. So far it has improved, I mean my brain nerves, a relic of the tragedy 2 years ago, when I had bleeding in the brain and had dissociative amnesia.

We were sitting in a row of chairs in front of a neurologist's room, it was kind of cold, my palms were drying, the cooling device was 19 degrees, it was on top of the closed fentilation.

Before long my name was called to immediately check my neurologist,

"Avoid stress yes" the doctor gave advice while busy writing something on a sheet of opaque paper, maybe a prescription drug to be given to the pharmacy, apparently somewhat worse than before.

I'm stunned...

I hope you won't suspect why the doctor said that just now.

"You've had a lot of thoughts lately, huh?" my mother asked the question as we headed to the hospital.

"No, Ma. Naumi will represent the school for the maths Olympics" I still don't dare to look at my mom, I don't tell her the whole truth.

"Good then, but learn not to be too forced, dear"

I nodded...

Luckily she understood, supported me, and made me feel a little relieved.

We walked down the hospital yard, mom called me and soon she'll pick us up. Someone was seen walking from the parking lot, I was like I knew him, but the distance was still far and I couldn't be sure. High School Grey Pants, uniform deliberately removed.

The displacement of the place was a bit closer, he was seen also staring in this direction, that's Alfath? A relaxed way of walking, and I can recognize his hand that was accidentally put in a pants pocket. Isn't this the school hours, apparently he skipped class.