There's Mars in the Parish Heart Room

Part 5's

Parish opened her eyes slowly. It was faint for a while, then clear after. He was in a room, his father was asleep on the edge of his bed. The hard-working man's sturdy hands tightly clasped his hands.

While over there, Spanish fell asleep on the sofa. He slept curled up in a blanket but was not padded.

"Dad.." said Parish slowly.

Mark Mcs. Millan slowly woke up. He smiled at his daughter. His hand gently caressed his daughter's face.

"hey.." said his father.

"where are we Yah ?"

"we're in the hospital, baby"

"Parish why Well ?"

"Parish soy sauce, do not think too much, or remember. If there is a memory coming, Parish do not be surprised, slowly. If forced Parish can drop like now" explained his father.

"actually Parish why Well ? why does Parish always have a headache when it comes to remembering things from the past" Parish asked.

Mark Mcs. Millan then took a long breath. Parish should have known the full story.

The story of why his daughter always felt a headache when trying to remember past events.

The story of why both himself and the Spanish strongly forbade him to play the piano.

The story of him and the Spanish eliminated the painter's identity from Parish's life.

The story that he and the Spanish always do for the sake of Parish's health.

They're afraid of Parish shock and drop.

But Parish must know his story so he can accept his circumstances.

*

Parish stepped towards the warehouse in her backyard. Once home from the hospital, his biggest wish is to come here to see his past stuff.

Under the window covered with long brown curtains, there are some paintings that are neatly covered with plastic but are dusty. Parish saw the watercolor crackling in a glass container.

His gaze then turned to the bookshelf next to his painting. He then tried to open the pile after pile of dusty books.

Finally he found what he was looking for. The sketchbook, which Dad told me was like his diary. He grabbed. Opening sheet by sheet. Right, the sketch in it is like a diary. It turns out that he always took the time to sketch about his daily life. From him to school, RedRose congestion, the atmosphere at school, studying in his class, eating in his school cafeteria, to his daily life at home he also poured in the form of sketches. Everything is quick and detailed.

He looked again at the pile. If everything is complete he describes like his father's story, then the incident and the accident of his mother may have been drawn. Her thought.

Because there is always a mother figure in the sketches, because the mother who always accompany herself and Spanish when Dad is busy with his work.

"meet" said.

On the first page appears a sketch of a woman who was choosing a beautiful dress for a twelve-year-old girl in front of an open wardrobe.

*

Dad told me, that day Parish will take part in a painting competition in the hall of the city park. As usual, a very enthusiastic mother prepared everything.

*

"mother." said Parish.

Second page..

Sketch of a woman descending the stairs by holding a painted brace.

Thirdly...

their families are at the dinner table.

The four...

I received a home phone call.

*

Dad said that if there was a call from the RedRose foreign embassy, they asked Parish to play the piano to fill a music entertainment event at the ambassador's dinner from Sunflower. Three o'clock in the afternoon should come for a clean rehearsal with the support band.

I tried to resist because the time was too rushed. Finished from the painting competition, must join the gladi again and perform. I am very worried about the condition of my daughter. But since that takes care of all that including the good acquaintance of the mother, the mother finally collapsed as well.

*

Sketch fifth..

it's just handwriting, it looks like it's Parish. A little change to his current writing.

I'm in a painting race

*

Parish continued to open the sketchbook on the day of the incident. He tried to remember what happened like his father's story through his sketch drawings.

Finally he arrived at the last sheet, an unfinished sketch.

The picture was taken from inside the car, the front seat next to the steering wheel. It looks like my mom was driving at the time.

*

Father was unable to hold back his eyes that were getting wet. Tears running down the cheeks. Parish took his father's hand. It was as if giving strength to his father to continue his story.

"mother may be exhausted, she can not avoid when a motor from the left of the turn is speeding. Mom dodged and hit the tree" Dad's cry broke in Parish's arms.

Spanish rubbing behind Daddy. They don't know when he woke up.

"you both had quite serious internal injuries. She had a heavy blow to her chest and legs. You're in the head. At that time we didn't know how, we were worried, we were screwed, you two had to survive" Spanish continued.

"mother cannot be helped, and you are critical. The doctor said there was trauma in your head. It was too bad to go back to normal as usual. You have a 'Retrograde' injury to the brain resulting in a partial loss of memory" Spanish looked at his sister.

"we don't want you to recall what happened before, the doctor said it would be very dangerous if you were in shock because of the trauma. The electric shock you feel will be stronger pain. We don't want to lose you. We want you to remember slowly, don't be forced" Dad explained.

"the doctor said, we can only pray that you can get through a critical period. We've lost mom, we don't want to lose you either" Spanish said.

*

The barn door opens. Spanish go inside. After looking for her in the room, she knew her sister must be here.

"i found him brother" Parish showed me the sketchbook he had in his hand.

"one more. I found this in your hand while in the hospital. I keep it because I don't want you to be too thoughtful" Spanish gives a heart-shaped flat metal, in the middle of which is a picture of a rose.

A locket. Parish. There was no writing and worse, there was no memory of it.

"this is mine brother ?"

Spanish shrugged his shoulders. He doesn't know that either. He just finds and keeps it.

*

"sorry to Parish Mc. Millan. I just drop food with Spanish" Starla hugged me.

"yes, thank you my dear friend" Parish hugged Starla.

For a week at the Parish hospital, no one met Starla. When Starla comes Parish sleeps because of the effects of the drugs she is taking.

"wait, I think something's different" Starla let go of her embrace.

His hand grabbed the Parish locket. Yes Parish wears that pendant from today. He thought it might be a gift from his mother.

"from whom ?" starla asked, squinting her eyes.

"sister Spanish kept it. He found it in my hand at the time of the accident" Parish said.

"ooo. I also know about your memory. Spanish sister who told me when you fell asleep" asked Starla.

"hmmm so you guys were familiar when I was in the hospital ?" this time it was Parish's turn to squint her eyes.

Starla shut her mouth with both hands.

"hayo ngaku" threatened Parish.

"just like the charm of Marsha's sister that you can't avoid.I can't help but be fascinated by Spanish" said Starla with a look up.

"hmmmmm" Parish sneered, she pinched Starla's cheek.

"sick sister-in-law" seduced Starla.

Parish let out his tongue, like a motion about to vomit. Starla just laughed.

"we're going back to the library, I want to return the book" Parish pulled Starla's hand and showed her a cardboard bag with a picture of a hot air balloon holding eight library books.

"have you finished reading it ?" ask Starla.

"new partly..." Parish laughing.

Starla shook her head and laughed. As he guessed, Parish would not have managed to read all those books. With the thickness of the book like that, will quickly come boredom or laziness and then interest in reading so down.

*

Parish queues at the return section. While Starla was waiting in the waiting chair not far from the queue while looking at her phone, her eyes were focused on the screen of the phone.

"how are you doing ?"

Parish looked back.

Marsha was standing in line right behind her.

Parish's heart immediately beat irregularly. Jeez. don't salting. Please in your heart.

"has felt better, brother. Thank you, for Aunt Jade and Venus too"

Marsha smiled.

Yaaaaahhhh she uses a smile. Grousers Parish in heart.

"Parish Mcs. Millie"

"yes" answered Parish, facing forward again and then moving closer to the return table.

*

"so how was your father's wedding ?" ask Starla.

They sat together enjoying ice cream in the campus garden.

"yes, it has been measuring clothes just wait for fittings trus decoration and whatever it is there WO set" explained Parish.

"i don't know your mom-to-be yet. Is there a picture of him ?"

Parish.

"hmmm I'll say Spanish ah, if you know he exists" Starla said later.

"don't !!!" shout Parish.

All eyes are on them now. Parish's loud scream broke the silence.

"what's the matter ?" ask Starla.

"it's okay, don't ask me anything about Spanish. He was again concerned with the match" Parish said trying to make excuses.

"alright" said Starla at last.

Parish is still confused, what if Starla knows the truth. The guy he always told me would be at home with him but with a status he didn't expect. How could Parish replace the expression of his heart that so adores Marsha with a form of brotherhood.

Parish shook her head strongly. Don't let him think.

***