This Is It?

Chapter 51: Being

Again and again, I had a dream with a scene that drained my logic. The flow seems to be continuous with reality as a manifestation of the outpouring of the heart that cannot be conveyed in real life. My body also feels every emotion arranged in the subconscious world.

The one thing that made me relieved after waking up was that I didn't become a murderer. I can't imagine if the label stuck to my soul.

After pondering for a while – reviewed yesterday's incident, I tried to look into the kitchen. The atmosphere is still dark, but usually Mom and Dad are busy preparing energy supplies to live the day.

“Nak Bagas is awake. Would you like me to make you some sweet tea or milk?” ask Mom to say hello to my presence.

“Not bother, Mom. Later Bagas make it yourself,” I replied while putting torch (burning wood) into the furnace above which stood a boiler that was cooking rice.

Moments like this have long since disappeared in my morning activities. Tell a story in the kitchen with Mom while warming up. Then, I sat next to Mother – on a bamboo bed that became an icon of our kitchen.

Mom looked at me lovingly. “Mom feel this Bagas Nak like Mom's own son. I also do not know why I feel so close to Bagas,” Nak said he humored the contents of the heart very melodious.

“Dad also felt the same way with Mom,” timpal Dad who appeared from behind the door. He also approached us.

I tried to hold haru. I really want to tell you a lot about myself.

“There are different from Ardi's attitude,” Mother continued. There is a sad. “When the first day came home, Ardi did not recognize this place. I think maybe he did feel a little foreign because a few months did not come home. However, day by day, Mother sees him as if he avoids when she talks to him. In fact, every time he came home, he was always enthusiastic about telling his life in Jakarta.”

I didn't expect that Mother in detail felt the change between the real me and not.  I think that Kunyuk will take on his role to the fullest. Now, I'm worried about hearing Mom's confession.

Dad stretched his right hand over my shoulder. “Daddy also felt the same way when last month visited Ardi in Jakarta. Like there's some part of his memory missing. In fact, he said impressed more rude. He once called Dad ‘kamu’. Then, he said it was wrong. In fact, all this time Ardi never once said wrong in calling us.”

“Two times Mom hugged Nak Bagas, instead I felt Nak Bagas was Ardi. Sorry, Bagas Boy. I'm just nervous to see Ardi change,” said Mother.

Hearing the words of the mother, I was a little misbehaved. It is true, the instinct of a mother and father is so strong in recognizing the child.

Should I be honest? Uh! I can't yet.

“Nothing if we consider Bagas Nak like our own son?” ask Dad. A question that touches my heart.

Only a nod of the head can I give as a sign of agreement. There aren't many words I can say. I'm afraid I can't hold back a secret.

However, Dad's offer is like an oasis in the middle of the desert. When I was confused to think of a way to stay close to my biological parents, they linked a warm bond.

Suddenly the Kunyuk came. He slipped between Mom and Dad and put me away subtly. He's a real troublemaker.

I also chose a pump to refresh my body. At least, I already know what Mom and Dad thought of Ardi.

***

This morning in the kitchen made me happy, despite the worry. I don't want Dad and Mom to keep thinking about the cause of Ardi's change in attitude.

Although they can taste the difference of two properties, but – I am sure – they will not be up to guess that between Ardi and Bagas there has been a body exchange.

I approached Ardi who was busy playing mobile phones, an activity that contrasts with me.

“Di, I need to talk seriously with you,” I said slowly.

“By the way,”.

“Not here. Behind the house while looking at the sunset,” take me.

He's even mute. I just pulled his hand.

Back home, I looked around. Before I get my point across, I have to make sure no ears hear this conversation.

“Keep, what should I do?” it was with a high tone.

“Why don't you try to be the real Ardi.” I went straight up the apoplexy. “If there's anything you're confused about an Ardi, you can ask me. Do not let them worry and get stuck thinking about the nature and attitude of his son who changed.”

Si Kunyuk revealed a bitter smile. “How about you?”

“Mama and Papa never commented on his son's change of attitude. I was able to learn this identity very well,” my light.

“Not that I mean.” He spewed out the wind quite loudly. “Your presence here makes Dad and Mom suspicious. Lest you accidentally come here to divulge the secret subtly. Lu built chemistry with them using the wings and the angelic tiara. I don't think about the contents of your head. In fact, you already have such a good Mama and Papa. Now, you're asking me to take care of Mom and Dad's mind. You realize, you don't know yourself. You are also greedy!”

My anger is burning. At first, I thought I could talk without complaining to him. Turns out, he's still the annoying Kunyuk.

“If you continue to interfere in the personal realm like this, you will be destroyed,” he concluded.

I push his chest, then I pull his shirt collar. “Gue is interfering? Huh huh? It's not you who suddenly messed with my life after we switched bodies.”

The Kunyuk pushed back my chest with both hands. I was also pushed back a few steps.

“Take my talk well! I don't like it when it comes to my life. I give my life to you, because I want to live free. And you, you want to eat the perfect life, right? So it's Dad and Mom's business, it's none of your business. Basic, GARBAGE!” objurgation. Then, he walked away from me.

The vow! I don't care if he calls me a despicable. However, I can't accept that she's being indifferent to the psychological state of Father and Mother.

I'll catch up with him soon. I haven't given him enough valuable advice.

“Ardi, wait!” myrag. Transport, he won't stop.

Then, I pat her shoulders pretty tight. He turned around with a smouldering annoyed face.

“Do not take me to use violence to ngingetin you,” gertakku. My patience is on the edge in the face of his attitude.

“If it wasn't for my pity on you, your life would be rotting forever like a pile of garbage.” Again, he's getting wild booing me.

Ahhhhh!!! I pushed him to the ground. Then, I locked the movement of his hands and feet. He was testing my emotions.

“Gue ngajak you talk well yes, but you instead bring up the past,” I said while strangling his neck. I want to know how sucked he is if the flow of his voice I'm choking.

The Kunyuk coughed. I loosen my grip a little.

“Lu want to kill me, please! But remember, who will be most sad if I die. Haha...” He chuckles mocked.

Whahuh? This scene is similar to the one in my dreams yesterday.

Stopit!

I set the rhythm of the breath. That nightmare can come true if I indulge my passions.

“Why did you take your hand off my neck? Check me out until I die. After that, you can dump my body into the sea. Be lu Bagas forever, but as an assassin,” his sarcophagus.

I got up, and turned my back to the Kunyuk. I closed my eyes to ask for patience from nature.

“Urus live each!” the laundrum.

Nay! Don't be provoked by his dirty tongue!

It was a hurtful speech in my heart, but I had to be able to hold back my emotions. If one day I have to eliminate him, I make sure it is not my hand that carries out the execution.