The Winged Angel

5. Orphanage

Tobias and Betty both did not say. Tobias's face shriveled, looking dislike.

"We are not at all similar. Betty's nose is too small compared to mine" said Tobbias.

"Based on a child there is no courtesy. Dare to stick my nose out!" Betty reaches out to Tobias's shoulder-length curly hair. However, he managed to evade.

"That's actually. Your nose looks like a fifty-fifth coin." Tobias is becoming.

Jeez .. I've made them fight.

"Here you are! Let me make your hair bald!" Betty stood up from the bench.

Tobias backwards. "Weeek." he stuck his tongue out at Betty. "Until the apocalypse I don't want to be said to look like you."

"Already ... already. I don't want you guys to fight." I was in the middle of them trying to break up.

"This hobby is really naughty, even though I've been taking care of him all this time." Betty held out her clenched hand.

Tobias ran towards the beach while occasionally sticking out his tongue again towards Betty.

"Huh .. You see for yourself, don't you, Selena. How disrespectful the boy is." Betty snorted as she threw her ass back on the bench.

"He whoareyou? Sorry what should I call you?" my many. Betty must be far above me. It's not good to call just by name.

"You've been calling me Betty since I was a kid" he said, pulling his chin in.

"Oh, huh?" Alisku. How insolent I am. Though if I estimate Betty's age is not much different from Mommy's only body is small. No higher than my shoulder if we stand.

"Tobi is my stepson." He sighed for a moment. "His father died a year ago. Tobi's father used to work for your Daddy, too. Family driver. He's the one who takes you to school."

I mustered.

"Where am I going to school? Do I have any friends?" my pedicabs.

"You're school in town. Of course in town you have a lot of friends. But, at your friend's house is only Tobbi."

He chuckles. "The naughty hobby is your friend at home."

I laughed as Tobias' body shrunk to the beach.

Betty took another breath. "He never liked me. He often asked to meet his birth mother. But for what? Just a waste of money."

"Where is Tobi's birth mother?"

"His mother lives in Flores. There's no point in Tobi looking for that woman. Just bother. Better here help take care of Mister Sam's villa."

Poor Tobias. I can imagine the young man's longing for his mother.

"Let's go in, honey. Too long outside you can catch a cold." He rubbed my shoulder.

"So you've been taking care of me all this time?" I look at him softly. "Then I don't want to call you Betty."

Betty looked at me confused.

"I'll call you Aunt Betty."

"Owh .. so sweet. You're like a newly born Selena. I like that very much" said Sumringah.

He led my way back into the house. Even though my memory has not recovered I will try to be kind to the people around me. To this day they have not done evil to me.

****

"This is my darling! Mommy bought a lot of new clothes." Mommy walked into the room with her hands full of goody bags.

"May you like." He sat by my bed.

"Thank you" I said slowly.

"Not really. Decreased. Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm ..," She nodded, one hand stroking my hair. "What do you want to ask?"

"What kind of accident did I have? Can Mommy tell me?"

The woman took a long breath. "You were in a car accident, honey. The car you drove into a single accident hit the sidewalk. Your head hit the dashboard until it has to be sewn," he explained with a convincing face.

"Can I drive a car?" I looked at him in disbelief.

He nodded quickly. "Now don't expect Daddy to let you drive another car."

I smiled wryly. It seems that from now on my life will be restrained.

"Mommy would love to see you healed. Cheer up like before." He kissed my forehead.

I'm nodding. Trying to give her a smile. I don't know, I don't feel a strong bond in this woman.

The door of the room suddenly opened.

"Please go to doctor Phil!" Daddy's Voice.

Daddy went into the room with a tall, pale-skinned man like Mommy.

"Good afternoon Miss Selena. Today you look fresh" said the man with a troubled Indonesian accent.

Mommy introduced me to the guy. Turns out he's the doctor who's gonna take care of my injuries. His name is doctor Philip.

"Doctor .. Why can't I remember anything?" my many.

"Patience Miss Selena. It seems that you have amnesia due to impact on the head. But, the scans on your head showed no serious injuries. Just a light concussion." He explained while carefully removing the bandage on my head. Replace it with a new one.

"Will it be long doctor Phil?" tanyaku while grimacing because he felt sore when he cleaned my wounds with anti-septic liquid.

"Your mind will recover slowly. Don't worry, beautiful lady. Don't push yourself too much. Make your heart happy. The memory will come back on its own later." The new bandage he put on my forehead. Not wrapped anymore.

"I can get out of the house after this?"

"Don't you, honey. Your legs are still hurting" said Mommy, who was sitting next to me.

I noticed the man who had just been standing still. Mister Sam daddy, he didn't say anything. Not also comforting me who from earlier grimaced with pain, when my wounds were smeared with sterile liquid. Unlike Mommy who always rubs my arm. Is that really his carrier?

"I'm bored in the room all the time. I want to go to the beach."

"Not what Madam. Let him have some fun. His wounds have improved." Doctor Philip defended me.

"Nr ...." Mommy looked at Daddy. It's like blaming doctor Philip.

"Doctors know better than us, Honey. Don't exaggerate!" As usual, his voice was flat without pressure.

I watched the two people who confessed to my parents. They are different individuals. Mommy is so possessive, while Daddy is cold and indifferent.

***

Tobias and I walked together by the beach with bare feet that afternoon. Wide jeans and a jacket with a head cover I choose as clothes out of the house.

There is a more comfortable feeling when wearing closed clothes like this. I put my hair neatly together until only my face was left.

The sound of the waves chasing makes me feel at home on the beach. The afternoon wind was blowing gently. Our footprints imprint on the sand along the beach, then disappear when the waves sweep over it.

"What do we do most often together?" I asked Tobias.

"We often look for shells. Pick up the starfish that are stranded on the beach. And you ... really like the sunset," he replied smoothly.

My eyes widen. The sunset?