Aksara For Arsyilla
Memory Lubricity
Arsyilla is currently flushing her body under the cold shower. Wish the cold water could cool his head and heart so badly. It is undeniable that the incident last night that made her end up in bed with a man she had never seen before actually made her feel sinful, disgusted with herself. His tears trickled back, even though he lost to the shower that flowed so fast. Both of her eyes were reddened by crying and also mixed with splashing water from above.
After flushing her body with cold water, Arsyilla who was just wearing a bathrobe then saw her appearance in the mirror. His puffy eyes, pale face were clearly imprinted in the mirror reflection at that moment. Slowly she brushed her own hair, looking at the red stains on her neck and the red stains on her chest. The girl was in tears.
“What is all this? Why can't I remember it at all,” murmured softly as he rubbed the red mark on his neck. Hoping that just by rubbing it the red mark would disappear, in fact his efforts were in vain. The mark seemed to light up even more on his white skin.
Arsyilla slowly closed her eyes and tried to recall the events that happened last night. There may be a small amount of memory left in his brain.
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Eight Hours Before the One Night Catastrophe …
At the party he went to with his girlfriend, Ravendra Wardhana or commonly called Vendra that Arsyilla still remember that that night, he just sat while waiting for Vendra who was chatting with some friends.
“I went there first huh? It was me who came from London.” said the man who has been Arsyilla's lover for the past year.
Arsyilla nodded, “Iya .. I just wait here.” he said who was reluctant to meet with many people, after all he himself did not know also with friends Vendra.
Ravendra Wardhana is a young man who works for his father in a company built by his own father. Armed with the Business Science that he wrestled, in fact can deliver the man in his current position.
“Oke, don't go anywhere .. I'm just a minute. Five to ten minutes, wait for me.” said Vendra as he turned around and smiled at his lover.
Arsyilla just nodded. “Iya, sana-sana.” said.
However, it was not until after Vendra left that the man went back to see Arsyilla and offered a glass of Orange Juice to Arsyilla.
“This ... drink it first, while waiting for me.” said the man as he blinked his eyes.
Arsyilla then nodded and began to sip the Orange Juice. He looked around, in such a crowded place unfortunately there was absolutely nothing he knew. The faces there were so foreign to him. Until finally, Arsyilla returned to straight up the Orange Juice. Unfortunately, after finishing the glass of Orange Juice, her eyes became yellow, and the girl felt something strange in her stomach, making her run a little towards the toilet.
In each step he took and his blurred vision, one palm was placed to cover his mouth. “Please ... lest I vomit here.” her inner self in heart.
Running while dragging her feet, Arsyilla finally reached the toilet. The gushing feeling he felt in his throat, and his chest became so hot. The girl spewed out all her stomach contents in the toilet. Her tears just came out of the corner of her eye.
Unfortunately, at that time his eyes increasingly blurred ..all he remembered was that he might have fallen or fallen asleep in the woman's toilet. But how he ended up in bed with a man and it wasn't Vendra.
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Now, Arsyilla laid herself on her bed and buried her face into her boulder. His eyes were closed and still trying to gather back his memories.
“My thought cannot be wrong .. Yes, the last memory I have is that I was in the Toilet spewing out my entrails and wiping my mouth. Then, how could I end up in bed with that guy?” muttered Arsyilla again.
Again a clear circle of tears dripped down his pillow. Arsyilla was trying to re-assemble the memory in her memory.
“Care my brain ... After that what happened? How could I fall into that sin? Though I myself do not remember it.” Arsyilla seemed to be starting to go half crazy, talking to her own brain to collect her memories. There were still many pieces of memory he was trying to gather. Unfortunately it felt so hard to remember all the cataclysmic events that happened that night.
When Arsyilla was trying to find a little memory that might still be left, suddenly the door of his room was knocked from the outside.
“Sign in,” replied Arsyilla from the inside and she immediately lifted her face, wiped away the remains of tears and also tidied her hair.
Apparently Mama who came and brought a cup of warm Honey Tea in a small tray.
“Diminum first, Syilla ..” said the Mama while giving a cup of Honey Tea for Arsyilla.
“Still Ma ...” replied Arsyilla with her quivering lips. Not expecting it turns out his Mama is still paying attention to him, and this Honey Tea is his favorite drink. This time the mother came and brought her favorite drink to make Arsyilla cry.
“Sorry Ma .. Mama is very good with Syilla, even though Syilla knows that Syilla has disappointed Mama and Papa. Sorry Ma.” said in a hoarse voice from crying.
Mama Khaira nodded, “Love a Mother of all times, Syilla .. Nevertheless, Mama does not tolerate what you do. Mistakes are still mistakes. Still you are guilty of this, but your love and affection will not ignore your child, right?” said it.
Slowly Arsyilla nodded, “Iya Ma .. Syilla could not speak any more, other than apologizing to Mama and Papa. Syilla is really sorry Ma.” he admitted again. It was undeniable that he was so sorry and Arsyilla could only apologize to Mama and her Papa.
“You drink your favorite warm Honey Tea first, after this down. Mama's cooking food for you. Do not leave your stomach empty which will make it into the Hospital later,” the advice of his Mama.
After saying that, Mama Khaira turned around and was about to leave Arsyilla's room. However, there was Arsyilla's hand that seemed to hold the wrist of his mother. The girl then stood up and hugged her mother. “Pardon Syilla, Ma .. far above all Syilla loves Mama and Papa very much. Sorry Ma.” he said again apologizing and let his tears fall completely in the arms of the mother.