What's up Selena ?

Chapter 2: Ghandi

Every night I dream of the same face, Ghandi. Mama and Kayla have not given me a clear explanation about Ghandi. His face always shadowed me. I'm really curious about him. Where and how I met Ghandi.

"Sister" Kayla knocked on my bedroom door quietly.

"Get in" I said slowly.

"Hmmmm" Kayla showed her confused expression to me, seeing that she wanted to tell me about a thing

"Why ?" ask me curious.

"Mas Ghandi brother" said Kayla slowly.

I was surprised, that Kayla mentioned Ghandi's name, but at least she could ease my curiosity.

"Mas Ghandi passed away 1 year ago, sis, just when my sister had an accident" Kayla spoke with a tear that almost fell from her eyes.

I was surprised to hear that Ghandi had always appeared in my dreams and thoughts, and I could not believe that I was crying when I heard that Ghandi had died, and that it was very painful and tight in my chest, I don't know why this could happen even I don't know who Ghandi is.

"This is my sister" Kayla gave me a photo album that was red and on the cover of the photo it said Selena and Ghandi.

I could only cry and keep crying. I opened the photo album and I saw a photo that clearly revealed me and Ghandi were friends since childhood. The album is full of memories of me and Ghandi as a child until we grew up.

"Ghandi is my best friend ?" I asked Kayla.

Kayla showed me a small room in my room, a room full of books. Then Kayla took out a map that contained some paper.

"One year ago when my sister was in the hospital, I was always in the room of my sister, so I saw at first this poem of my sister on the wall, but no matter why the poetry of my brother was scattered on the floor so I was clumsy again, I had read it all brother, and this poem from Mas Ghandi kak" Kayla gave the paper map to me.

"Sister, don't tell me mommy yah sak I'm telling you sis, because mama's afraid brother will get sick again because she knows about Mas Ghandi" Pinta Kayla told me.

"Yes, but why do you want to tell me everything is the same brother?". Ask me curious.

"I'm afraid of why-why brother, but I'm more afraid of making brother suffer because brother is always in the shadow of curiosity about Mas Ghandi, but I'm more afraid of making brother suffer because brother is always in the shadow of curiosity about Mas Ghandi, I think with you knowing that you can actually make your burden disappear" Kayla still with tears held back. I immediately hugged my sister, her true feelings for me and I was very grateful to her.

"Thank you, baby, I promise I won't worry you, but you promise to help my sister, right, to help her regain her memory" I hugged my sister. Kayla's already restrained tears finally fell as well.

"Sister, I promise" said Kayla, who had cried loosely in my arms.

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I started to read one by one the poems Ghandi wrote, feeling that he was very romantic, sometimes I smiled and sometimes I cried reading them, she said, and it seems like I know that he is a person of great value to me, the sense of loss is painful.

Now I decide to find out who my Ghandi is to find out who I am.