The Shack

TG 9: Weird

The feathers bristled together a soft whisper that sounded creepy. Ans rubbed the nape of his neck that felt heavy like someone had just hit without feeling. His face started to pale but could it be due to lack of rest? He also did not know because suddenly limp like powerless.

"Ans, what's wrong with you?" Papa Delano approached his son without getting out of his seat. His hand examined a forehead that felt as cold as if it had just been compressed in ice water. "Cold skirt? Did you guys hit back last night?"

When the body temperature drops dramatically according to medical science can be caused by several factors such as fever, anemia, lack of sleep, malnutrition and several other factors. Therefore Papa Delano thinks Ans must stay up again or forget to take vitamins.

"We're not upset, Pa. Definitely Ans soy sauce and need more rest. Why not just give vitamins? At least it will help." replied Al honestly. Even though last night was a while, but still limited to safe.

The momentary panic that was immediately overcome by Papa Delano, made one by one members of the Wellington family disband. What was planned was done. Everything happens without delay. Though Ar is still in flogging mode to confine himself in the room.

The boy was busy drawing in Ale's drawing book. He does not care if the owner will be angry or just scream to call his name. Right now just want to vent all the emotions from the heart. Red pen streaks moving indeterminate direction. Lines with each other intersect.

At first there was nothing strange as the focus on the pressure of the hand played the pen but after some time and the emotions subsided. Only then did Ar observe the results of the pen graffiti that was in front of his eyes. "Why is it like that? It's a forest grass in place this morning, but a faint shadow ...,"

"Gee!" call Al from outside the room with a knock on the door that surprises the occupant in the locked room. "Buain the door, we want in."

Then walk up to the door, "Patience, I'm coming." Footsteps getting closer but suddenly as breezy as the wind came to greet stomping open windows just like that.

The sound of a loud enough impact was heard until it came out of the room. Ale was impatient again and started knocking on the door without a beat. His heart was afraid that Ar would do something that was not. Fortunately, Al immediately hugged his sister's body and asked the girl to calm down.

The door opened slowly and Ar greeted his three brothers with ambiguous faces. His eyes were blank and his lips were as pale as muffled in ice water. Seeing that the change in the faces of his two brothers, Al felt even more anxious. The heart is not calm even just to think positive. What happened and why? He himself could not understand.

Now the four children went into the room. None of them are okay. Where Ar is silent as drowning in daydreams. Al stood in front of the window staring out, Ans who chose to lie on the bed, while Ale sat where Ar had been before.

The alien image continues to be observed until a pattern is seen quite contracted between the lines of the incongruous streaks. "I've seen this symbol but where?" The hands cupped the face while trying to remember the constellations that seemed dominant among the pen lines drawn in the picture book.

The wind bushes spread the scent of cantile flowers. The stinging fragrance attracted the attention of the four brothers who immediately looked at each other. Whether it was a coincidence or indeed they had the same curiosity. Is the aroma getting smelled as if it was indeed to welcome them.

"Are our thoughts the same?" asked Ans who had sat while staring at his three brothers in turn.