The Loss Of Yuan
Ch 15 ~ Dahlia.
Her morning...
Alya woke up as the sunlight pierced through the curtains of her room. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust the light coming into his eyes. He was not used to his environment.
" Hey, you just woke up usually you'd wake up earlier than me" exclaimed Jen who suddenly appeared from outside while hugging a stuffed rabbit.
What does this girl mean,?Normally ? Who am I ? How should I be ?. Inner Alya He just sat down while bowing his fist trying to hold back the tears that almost burst out.
Mama, I shouldn't have to get up. Shouldn't! I don't want to wake up if, at last, everyone thinks I'm lying.
Tears that from earlier tried to hold out by itself, He wiped his tears and immediately passed to the bathroom.
" Is she crying ? Why is she so sensitive, what's wrong with me ?" Jen murmured as she stared at the closed bathroom door.
Alya finished cleaning her body He immediately combed her hair that was still wet. Let it wither.
" Hey, why don't you wear a hair dryer ? Usually also wear, "Jen said suddenly.
Again Alya felt his tears almost flowing He quickly held back his tears, He looked down deeply.
Who am I really ?. Alya muttered inwardly while trying to hold back her cries.
Alya just kept quiet without any intention of inviting Jen to talk, He immediately passed out of the room down the stairs to the kitchen. Before he reached his destination, he turned his feet towards the living room. When he got there, he quietly looked at a photo.
" Mama, "Murm Alya was sad.
He felt the photo, dusty. He looked at his dirty-looking hands. Then leave the living room to the back garden. He was sitting on a long wooden chair there. Look back at the flowers there. He lifted his head and closed his eyes. Let the heat of the sun hit his white skin.
From the back porch Jen is seen watching Alya. He intended to approach Alya but his intention in the undo when he remembered the incident in the room earlier.
He won't even talk to me. What is my fault ? He's so different. Why is he so sensitive ?. Jen muttered with her sad feelings. He soon passed from there, leaving Alya alone in the garden, without realizing Alya had observed his existence there.
Alya turned her head back up. His eyes felt a little glare but were ignored, still sitting in the same position, reluctant to change. When the taste of the skin of his face began to heat up, he set his eyes forward in the face of the horde of reddish-orange Dahlia Pinnata flowers there.
It's pretty!
Alya closed her eyes trying to calm her raging mind.
Who am I really ? What before was they also always watching me like that, I was very uncomfortable. Oh Mamma....
Inner Alya continued to wander considering the face of her mother who had never been present in her subconscious.
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Jen walks through the lonely park alone hugging a white rabbit doll with a large ribbon behind her neck. He halted his steps in front of a horde of white camellias. He picked one up, watched it and smiled.
It's pretty!
His mind was glaring considering someone related to the flower. He immediately brushed off his mind, stepping his feet toward a garden chair that was on the side of the edge adjacent to the horde of hibiscus. He sat his body there hugging his doll tightly. Closing his eyes, he felt a gentle breeze gushing over his skin.
Two girls walked up to Jen who was still enjoying the wind. They approached, when it was on Jen's side one of them patted Jen's shoulder, making Jen open her eyes.
" You alone, where's Alya ? " Task a girl who is none other than Devi.
" Eum, he's at home, I mean in the back garden of the house "
" When did he like the garden behind his house, instead of him being happier here, because of the many Camellias ? " Davy asked confusedly.
" Maybe by now he won't like Camelia anymore, " said Jen lethargic without taking her eyes off, from staring at the white Camelia flower across there.
" Tomorrow come to the house, I want to introduce you to Alya" Jen said with a wry smile.
Ara and Devi stared at each other confusedly, Introducing?
" You're kidding, why are we meeting Jen again ? " said Ara still with her confusion.
" You'll know, "
Ara and Devi decide to keep quiet, because however they know Jen won't tell them now. They should know in person tomorrow!
" Camelia.... " Jen mentioned the name of the beautiful flower, with a raucous voice.
" Why Jen ? " Devi asked while observing Jen's face that looked sad.
" I hate Dahlia... "
Devi and Ara are further confused by Jen's words.
" You mean you don't like Dahlia flowers ? Why ? "
" Because she's Camelia's sad... "
What does Jen mean ? I don't understand since when did he become this poetic ? ~ Ara sends a message to Devi's phone.
I don't know I don't understand either, we just come tomorrow ~ Devi.
Dahlia, Camelia what does a flower mean or someone's name ? ~ Ara's.
Never mind, I don't understand either, Jen understands and tomorrow we'll know. ~ Devi.
They both ended the short conversation. Shortly thereafter, Jen stood up. He tidied his clothes a little. Then say goodbye to Devi and Ara.
" Devi, Ara I'm home first, good afternoon" Jen said as she passed from there.
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Mika is back in focus with her novel scripts, making her have to work extra in front of the laptop screen. His fingers continued to move without any intention of stopping. His eyes stared at the word order on his laptop screen. Trying to observe the mistakes of drafting and correcting them.
After an hour of staring, Mika's laptop screen was done. He immediately turned off and scratched his laptop. He himself laid his tired body on the bed trying to stretch his fingers that felt stiff because of too long typing. He saw the wall clock in his room at 11:56.
" In a moment, it's noon, I'd better cook it right away" Mika muttered. He walked out of the room to the kitchen. He started cooking for lunch.
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Seriate....
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