The Other Me
Debates
" Where have you been?" Ask a voice that is very familiar Ar, a voice that was never soft on him, a cold and firm voice that belongs to his first brother who he knows very much hates him.
" Da, from the room, brother." replied Ar with a slight trembling voice. His heart seemed to be struggling out, he had not met his brother for long because of his work as a surgeon in a different city with the city he and Harna lived in.
" You are still a girl, don't be stupid to plunge yourself into the wrong path, enough mama and your sister who are the wrong way what people say later, the fruit fell not far from the tree, you're glad your family was mocked the family's not good." Ardan's real talk was the first time Ardan heard his first brother was wide for him.
" Does you mean brother?" tanya Ar doesn't understand.
" Sit.." pinta Ardan. Now they are sitting in the guest room. Ardan, papa, mama, Harna, and Herman, also Ar.
" It's time you knew, even though you were young, you were smart enough to be in High School." said Ardan again.
" You're not papa's biological son." said the papa.
"...You were born out of a 1 night mistake by your mom with a guy out of nowhere, which is why papa hates you.." This is the voice of his dad. Digesting all those words made Ar's chest tight.
" Mum don't need to add a hate word to Ar.." Mama protested.
" It's okay ma, Ardan also hates him, his presence makes the household mama destroyed, mama and papa who often fight because of the child whose father is not clear..."
Plaques
A hot slap Harna slapped on her first brother's cheek, her hand shaking. Harna hates Ar the most, but he never reveals it but if his youngest brother is insulted he will not accept it. Just like Harna, Herman had clenched his hands with emotion, he was calmed by his wife but his wife was ignited emotions to slap her brother.
" You slapped me Harna?" ask Ardan with nadatinggi.
" Sister, you should be aware of what you're saying, Arsian never asked to be born in our family and be your sister..." Said the mother with tears. The word can silence her husband and her first child.
" I'm sorry to Ar now." asked the mother. He did not want to because of the selfishness of his husband and first child his youngest child who had to be a victim of what he and his eldest daughter.
" No, he's our family destroyed, you think I accepted it, I once thought about throwing it in the street and even I almost killed this kid you love..." Papa said casually.
Harna's heart felt stabbed, he saw Ar who had been silent since. He also used to hate her, either since when he began to accept Ar as his sister, but there was no intention like killing or throwing Ar in his life.
" Thank you for the two of you, I already know that fact only I wonder when you will tell me or worse throw me away, thank you for the opportunity of life that you gave me, I will try to live without being seen in the eyes of both of you, excuse me..." Ar goes.
Not relief but a sense of tightness received by the two adult men. I don't know why they both feel guilty who are either aware or not.
Mama left without a word, leaving the two grown men at war in their minds.
***
Ar passed through the living room, climbed the stairs and entered his room not caring for his nephews who were having dinner.
Get in the room, lock the door. As much as possible he does not want to follow his emotions uncontrolled. The head that feels like it will break indicates he can not control his emotions. I don't know since when he was sentenced to be autistic and asked to keep control of his emotions in order to keep his sanity.
The head that was so sick it closed his sight and hearing. Two of the 3 beautiful were still functioning in his body. Yes, true, twice the accidents that hit him made him who indeed had a weak body made him weaker.
In addition to snatching the two most meritorious people in his life, the accident also made him unable to taste all kinds of food flavors and could not smell anything even if he was close to a rotten carcass left for days.
Hourly
Two hours
He did not remember it anymore, when his consciousness became recovered and his vision and hearing gradually improved he looked for an object that would make him calm.
Sret sret, a sharp flat object scratch on his wrist, fresh blood kang out to make himself feel relieved. No. he's in a cuter incision. After many scratches that made him feel a little burden lifted he walked with a bathtub.
Shower and clean yourself. After feeling quite fresh he came out of his bathroom with a kimono towel and looked for long-sleeved pajamas because he did not want his nephew to know.
Carrying a guitar on his back is funny when seen. Down down. On some steps before he got to the ground floor he circulated the view around, whether there was pap or his first brother. After feeling safe then he walked through the back door to Andi's house because he heard the voices of the two people he was avoiding were making a sound in the front.
***
Unable to sleep, Ar tried to close his eyes until 4 am he was still awake. He wakes up, tidying up the bed he uses. He sleeps in Andi's room as 2 other nieces or his first-sister's children join Aaron and the others in the living room.
Opening the door slowly she feared making a noise and entering her room. Shower and prepare for church. At 5 he made breakfast for her, which was fresh bread without jam with his favorite chocolate milk that he knew was stoked for him.
He took back the kitchen he used.
With a long-sleeved dres to close the incision of his hand and a long covering of calves, he carefully held the scriptures. He came out of the house with his hair cut after a neat comb.
Too early for him to go to church, he stopped at the friend's grave.
