Dree
"Let the rain come down again, he was under a black umbrella sheltering me .."
The lyrics of this song that I always hear when the dawn began to show his face to the surface. Honestly, I do not want the lyrics to be opening my morning. However, mean heart want to hug the mountain but whatever hand power up. I was just a child living at home old man who lives alone.
The circumstances that have brought us together in this place. Exasperated, laughter, tears, and emotion has been my feeling for approximately two months I'm one roof with this grandfather. Dree my name. Old I was barely 16 years old but I've lived away from my parents.Of course, the reason that brought me so far is to find identity and stepped achieve goals.
Morning dark shades. That is the situation in the morning where I was dressed in full uniform.Objects oval spiny soft and stroked and bewitching dull shoes that no longer have an intact form into a beautiful black shoe flash. Understandably, broken shoes unfit for use is part of kejayaanku times when I was still in Junior High School. With the hope to repeat those times I did not throw this shoe.
Triangular tie hanging in a white uniform shirt collar gray my ashes. Hugging black backpack shoulder. Ugly shoes that still remain pedestal legs. Dew splashed down my skin. Green grass dancing to step up in the end they left me at the school gate. The initial step achieve my goal in this place. Sound chaos broke the calm atmosphere and the heat of the king's heart tore during ambition. Mind fought against the rigors of my heart's desire. Unfortunately, the victory will not side with the heart or mind because all driven by the desire in me though basically all that walking side by side.
Regardless of contention between the heart and mind, I sat down with his feet dangling in the cement near the school garden. My legs were swaying back and forth. They do not rush, just little action romp. The action seems to be a witness that I really enjoyed the atmosphere.Atmosphere that brings me to the nature reverie long enough. However, not long after I was brought back to reality by the sound of the school bell.
"Hap .." sound when the shoe hits the ground. Without thinking, I rushed to the classroom and carrying my black bag. Go home, go home, and go home. Hungry, hungry, and hungry. Eat, eat and eat. Words that led me back to the house. Shocked! I was surprised when I saw the food was very delicious dish is without anything covering. Honestly, my stomach as if working with my brain to my body slammed sit at the dining table and open the plate face down on the table.
Hand moving slowly take unusual measuring spoon. Of course, this spoon is usually used to take the rice from the pot.
"Haha ..." laughter old man from behind the door. A strange noise that seemed to insinuate predicament too enjoy the food on the table.
"Come on," I thought to myself. Regardless of the old grandfather, I continued to eat the food there.
Once satisfied to eat the food on the dining table, I sat for a moment on the front porch of the house. Looked at the front page and see the development of my chickens. Not long after I enjoy the atmosphere on the terrace of the house, a hand patted my shoulder. Wrinkled and withered. No doubt, hands it certainly belonged to the old man.
Before long, he was sitting next to me. His eyes as if to convey many hidden stories. His hand to save a lot of stories. Tells the story of his legs harder they experienced. Slowly his lips move and start a conversation that afternoon. The story begins with the story of when he was still in school. She told almost the same story with the life I live today. The difference, at the time they are no sophisticated tools such as this.
Story after story passed, story after story left. The last story submitted before the old man closed the conversation that afternoon was a story that he once loved a woman who he said could not be part of the story of his life journey. He told me many things about her. As senile did not eliminate the parts of the woman. I just smiled a little to listen to a grandfather with a number of teeth counted one or two longer tells the story of his school. The woman becomes the cover of our conversation that afternoon.
Began to look to the surface of the moon and stars into marinades entertainers around. Lying on the bed three feet of pillowed arms crossed. My mind does not settle down. As the story of an old man's love becomes a powerful magnet that binds my mind to remain in the story. I smiled to himself thinking about the story. Slowly I feel a very heavy burden in my eyes.Slowly I feel too dreamland called my name. I calm my mind and close your eyes. Enjoy nature dream by bringing the love story of the old man was.
Berparaskan beautiful girl an angel standing in the doorway with white mist berjelanak at his feet. Beat her hair sparkle light glare of the dawn. My eyes widened see all the beauty there is in him. Slowly the girl stepped. No more mistake. I purpose. I feel the vibration with high frequency moving from toe to hair and invites grains of water out of my pores to wet crowding me. Gently smooth hands move as if to touch my right cheek. Shortly after he touched my cheek, the world seemed to rotate faster, my skin screaming, and my brain provide the code of this touch. This touch familiar.
"Wake up, Dree! It's morning. A quick shower, and then go to school, "the voice of the old man decided to contract with a shared dream world beautiful angel.
Morning atmosphere was very broke. Grandpa and cries sound wall clock that seemed to threaten be music played by famous orchestras amateur class. Worms in my stomach, too sing while drumming adds to the chaos that morning. "Haha .." I laugh inwardly amused. After getting ready, my legs work together to bring body and soul to the outside of the room full of discordant voices.
I baked in the hot sun. I became a janitor to clean all the toilets standing in school. I became a cold-blooded assassin armed with garden shears, grass nuisance kill all the parasites. Seals stretched long wooden ruler in my left calf. All members of the class talking about chaos. Not only that, I also became easy prey savage humans in the teacher's office. Shadow sarcasm, left, and she said she was ashamed to be imagined.
I hope I will not be cast in that scene. I was horrified when I saw the state of the school is so quiet. School gate goods gaping not one centimeter. The leaves fall freely running to and fro dancing with gusts of breeze. Impossible circumstances I encountered during my menapakkan at this school.
"There needs to be what, brother?" The guard greets school. "Today's a holiday, dik," he continued.
Cheeks flushed red as rotten tomatoes. I seemed to be someone who swapped sense. Not long after that, I immediately moved to left guard school with pleasure suck salt barn in front of the school gate. On the way home, I saw a girl who seems to have never met me before. I noticed the girl carefully. "Angel in my dreams," I said to myself. Slowly I try to approach the girl and tried to greet him.
I have not had time to approach or greet the girl, a man with deer innova come pick him up.Since then, I understand that my dream angel had been married. I set my mind to forget the girl and program my time so that I would not see the girl's nose again. I continue my journey.At home, I saw the old man was reading a newspaper on the terrace with secangkit sweet tea on a table teak. I looked at him. Soon he looked at me. "Loh, Dree home? How fast? "The old man opened the conversation.
"Today is a day off kek," in a tone slightly annoyed I replied.
"Hahaha .." The old man laughed with delight.
"Grandpa was very good to hear laughter to so galling," I cut the old man laugh.
"Weleh .. weleh .. sorry, Dree. Already, now sit down here. Accompany grandfather enjoying the beautiful afternoon.
"I sat next to him while dampen resentment in my heart. "Grandpa, what stories Grandfather who had cut off time is it? About a woman who can not be part of the life story of Grandpa, "I asked in a tone of passion.
"Oh, that woman. It was a beautiful woman writing and Grandpa will not forget. When Grandfather sitting on a bench high school like you today, my grandfather was close to her.Grandfather often spend time with her. Starting from going to school, homework, and reading books in the school library. He was very pleased to visit the school library because the library is a repository of knowledge for him. "
Grandpa told little things about her, but I've been able to describe how she had a yearning heart Grandpa for pleasure reading. I do not like this. Seeing the girl from the physical. "Then, what used to be my grandfather had told her that Grandpa had a better feeling to him?" I continued my question.
"Dree, the journey of human life like a river that flows along the cliffs, which are sometimes difficult to guess the depth, which is willing to accept all the garbage and eventually stop when meets the sea. As it was also the grandfather keep feeling grandfather. Grandpa reluctant to tell that grandfather kept it over to the woman, "said the grandfather with a pleading face.
Grandpa used figurative language which is difficult to digest by people who berpemahaman low as I am. But, I can slightly understand because there is another sentence added at the end of the story. Curiosity did not stop there. "Then, finally like what Grandpa?" I tried to clarify the confusion.
"He left the grandfather. Since that time the grandfather feel alone in a crowd. Grandfather long wait, never no news conveyed to Grandpa.
"" Well, once the woman's outrageous kek, "I memtong story
Grandpa." Not cruel Dree. The long wait ended when my grandfather's grandfather found a post office deliver mail sender is the woman. With sumbringah face grandfather opened and read the letter .. "
"What does it say, Grandpa?" I re-cut story of the grandfather.
"In the letter he says that he wants Grandpa to be someone who really successful.Succeeding in the faith, minds, morals, and wealth. In the letter he also said that the poor rich, pretty bad all the same in God's eyes. Grandpa got confused with all the sentences that exist in the letter. But confusion grandfather missed the last paragraph in the letter: Sorry, that during this time many deeds or words, which hurt. Sorry, for not informing my departure.I'm afraid to tell you, because I tdak want you to cry for me. Sorry, for writing sederhanaku that may be difficult when you read it .. "
"Actually, he went where Grandpa?" My curiosity has not been answered.
"Grandpa is not finished, you actually cut the story Grandpa. In the last paragraph on the last sentence is written: This letter was written a month ago and a week ago he had returned to the arms of the Almighty. Sorry, I had a new brother and had sent a letter this week after his departure .. "grandfather closes the story with tears in her eyes.
I feel the grains of water ran down my cheeks. It turns out the story of the grandfather had been invited to the tears ran down my cheeks. "Already, Dree. Do not weep for the old man's story. You better take a lesson from the story of this grandfather. Grandfather hope you will be a smart kid in order to achieve your dream. Remember! You ventured into this place because of your ambition and ideals of both parents. "Grandpa, closing the conversation long enough that afternoon.
The morning has gone, noon had passed, until night approached. Moon and star back showed his face back into the spice entertainers around. The story of the grandfather had to add strength to continue fighting for my ideals. Add excitement myself to eradicate ignorance.True, I certainly can. The night is getting cold, and drowsiness increasingly burdensome eyes.With a smile on my face, I headed for my dream realm.
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