The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
4. Hidden Memories
The great turtle floated in the pool of the waterfall flow, its presence like a moon hanging full of majesty, while the goldfish like a starry-studded in the night sky. Temple bells ringing ritual prayer sign ready to be implemented. Among the many hopes echoed in the heart of the souls to the Gods, one turned away from the holy place.
A girl was walking through the forest behind the temple to go to the top of the waterfall, carrying a torch to become its lighting because the leaves were too lush until the moonlight did not show enough of a good way to go, although the fire was whistling exposed to the gusts of bone-piercing night wind. Although occasionally tripping over rocks or fallen trees—had no wound, instead of muttering despair repeatedly on his thin lips.
“My fault, all my fault,” he said while pulling with rough clothes cloth stuck branch.
Finished with the business of tearing clothes, the girl walked back. The uphill road makes him have to choose the right grip so as not to fall rolled down, the fate of the stepping stone so humid so that the surface becomes slippery, slippery, and almost slipped when not immediately gripping the protruding banyan twig.
“My fault, all my fault,” he uttered that sentence once more, as if by admitting his mistake it would be forgiven, although the chances were very little except to make up for it with life, he thought.
The torch fire was thrown away, rolling down until it was finally extinguished. His non-wearing position made him refocus on his original goal, he did not want to be absent from the place, he already wanted a place for himself to end.
His fingers were dirty, as well as his clothes that had been torn, there were no rays of life in his brown eyes, he looked shabby while standing at his destination. His eyes caught the presence of a torch that was plugged in across the stream of water, then his attention turned to the current of water that was rushing down, there were so many places for this water to flow, flowing, and I don't know where he will end up in the place where the waterfall goes.
“You jumped?”
His footsteps stopped when he heard someone's voice, he turned his head, found a girl leaning against a large rock staring at him. The woman straightened her body and went into the cold water.
“You want to die?”
His red eyes coupled with the moonlight made him look like a blaze, ready to burn everything, and he had a preconception that the net owner might have intended to burn him.
“If want to die,” it pauses, then. “Don't be here, go somewhere else,”.
The guess is wrong, the figure in front of him is linking his eyebrows, “if you are killed here, then I will be accused of pushing you to death. Then the reason I told them that I was actually just relaxing here and then suddenly someone committed suicide but I don't know, is that alibi going to be accepted?”
“You—“ one word of his choked voice, “you nobility, they will definitely set you free!”
He moved backwards as the girl's position got closer to him, making him have to get out of the water, although the person in front of him never stopped walking closer until his body was pounded on a tree trunk.
“Fuck with nobility, you look at me like an asshole. Right, I'm free but my brother will skin me alive, the woman's” shakes her head, then, “listen, if it's your fault, fix it! What with your death will the matter be resolved? No...”
“You don't know anything, I've tried!”
“Usaha what? When you failed in trying to find the witness who was with your brother at that time, you did not try to look for him any further, instead of crying in the corner of the room.”
“I'm not that strong!”
“Then don't cover yourself!”
“I surrender!”
Without knowing what had happened he suddenly exclaimed, strangely sounding another voice that he let out. A boy came, the face looked familiar, but it was doubtful that the person smiling at him was indeed the person he knew.
“Too early to despair, Mika.”
Mika, that's her name.
“Kakak Midori, I really can't,” he grumbled.
Brother Midori? He really is Big Brother!
His guess was right, and he wanted to hug his brother right then and there, unfortunately all his desires could not be done. It was as if he was being controlled to do nothing, except the movement of his body that felt so free but not at his will. Everything he did, including speaking out, was not of his will.
Her brother—Midori holds her hand, “we do together.”
And, he just nodded his head, while his brother began to move his hand to press the originally intangible clay, gradually forming an object.
urn, I made it with Brother Midori 9 years ago!
“If you can't finish it alone, finish it with someone else. Humans were created to help each other, and maybe there will be reluctant, but rest assured there must be a helping hand.”
He nodded in approval, his heart was very happy to see the smile of his beloved brother. Unfortunately the nod is now only limited to agree but he did not do it, he felt bad. In the midst of self-destruct, the red thread of the thread came back to bind, then as if pulled back, as if pulled back, he felt the wind pass him by carrying the last incident where he saw as he cried out in despair in making an urn, and the last thing he saw was a void of darkness, and only the echoes of water droplets were heard that came out of nowhere.
“Mika, can you hear me?”
“Who?”
He asked, but the acquisition of his question was pain in the cheek, and he finally saw the light as before.
“Yuka, oh! Miss Kazuya,” ralat Mika, “thank you,” he said as he rubbed his reddened cheeks.
“Call me, Yuka. The slap is my pay because you easily forget,” Yuka said as she stretched her body.
Mika smiled, the behavior of people who from the beginning was not so close because her view of the nobility was so bad—Turers were helpless, all the land embedded with drugs had legitimately become the property of the nobleman, if you want to use it, you have to pay for it. Given his dying parents, noblemen were also reluctant to give him his medicines despite being promised to pay for them after they recovered. Indifference received, nobles feasting on the death of his parents. And, finally his brother sincerely gave up his dream to become the backbone of the family. However, one of the noble children instead saved him. He felt strange, but the girl in front of him was more strange because he called a bastard noble, even though he was also a noble descendant.
