What's up Selena ?

Chapter 3: Searching

"I'm sorry" the voice of a woman who's been heard lately in my dreams, with a face that's never been clearly seen.

I've been out of the hospital for 3 months, and I'm still at home, sometimes I try to remember everything that happened to me without my mother's knowledge and as usual my efforts have not succeeded as well. Even Ghandi's poems I've read hundreds of times but still have no effect.

"Sister, can I come in ?" Kayla knocked on my bedroom door.

"Just in" Kayla came with a small black book on the cover that said my name.

"What is this ? " let me wonder.

"So don't read it yourself" Kayla gave the book to me.

I opened the book, on the first page, a narrative was written about how difficult it was to find friends.

***Hay selena, I know you are very difficult to make friends, often considered strange, considered different just because they don't understand your world, but it's okay.

Ghandi gave this book to you so you could write down anyone you thought you could make friends with. Ghandi said at least you can feel a lot of affection from a friend because Ghandi will now pour out his affection as a girlfriend, and if I'm honest I'm very happy when Ghandi talks like that, even though to me only she besides mama and kayla can be my friend.

So to make Ghandi happy too, let's go find a friend***.

What am I like?, am I an introvert?, I am confused by myself, is the real me very closed, but when viewed from this writing, if I look at it, design this room and even this 3 months none of my friends visited me like I was closed.

I'm curious about this book, on the next page there is the inscription "SELENA FRIEND LIST". I think I'm a strange person.

"What are you doing ?" ask mama curious.

"Kayla again talked to her friend at school ma, she said her friend at school was very handsome" As Kayla glared at me, his face was red because it was made into a transitional material and I could only smile looking at his red face.

"If Kayla mah, mama is normal, if there is something cute little immediately forget the mama" added the mama who made Kayla's face redder.

"Ihhhh, what the hell" said Kayla with her face still red but looking cute.

"Mama wait under yah" Mama then went to close my room. Kayla was still staring at me with her eyes glaring at her, her face was like telling me to apologize.

"Yes, I'm sorry you are my dear sister" I said as I stroked Kayla's head.

"Okeh I'm sorry, but there are conditions" Kayla said excitedly.

"Sister should be coming to my show in 2 weeks" Kayla said with her funny face. Kayla aspires to be a famous pianist, Kayla said that since childhood she has loved the name of the piano because I once bought her a music box in the form of a piano.

"Well, you hunt down my sister's nantik" Kayla left my room. I continued to open the black book. And I see on the next page, I can say that this is the profile of people I consider friends. And the first person I read was named "DAMAR ANGGARA" a male name.

It seems like this is also one of my ways to find out who I really am and who Ghandi is.