Am I Different?
Storytelling 2

I also obeyed my mother's will, to quickly enter the market.

"Mom, how did his sister get hurt, no one's hurt, huh?" my many.

"No idea, Deck. Maybe his brother is not careful if the road, so fell. You be careful, yes," replied the mother.

"Mom." I called mom to ask again.

"What do you want to eat for dinner, Dek?" asked mom to switch my conversation.

"You made fried shrimp, ma'am," I replied.

"Okay, don't you want a kale?" ask mom again.

"May-May, I will" I replied with a smile.

Not until there, after the market my mother and I passed the alley where there was an empty house there.

"Mom, where are you going?" ask me to mom.

"You stopped by Mom's friend's house, just a second, Dek," said the mother.

I just nodded. Because unlike usual mother invites me through this alley, so I ask. That day, I wanted to visit one of my friends at High School. And in the alley of my friend's house, there was that empty house and it was not far from the house we were going to visit.

It can be said very close because when viewed from the home of a friend's mother, the empty house is clearly visible. I, who was curious, asked my mother's friend.

“Tante, whose home is it?” I asked my mother's friend, pointing towards the house.

“Us used to be Pak Dandi's family home, Dek. But, ever since there were strange things happening in that house, they decided to be emptied." My friend explained.

"What strange events, Auntie?" ask again.

I'm still a child of Kindergarten may not understand the meaning, what is said by a friend of the mother. I just understand it's not empty there, even the ones I see there are so rame, so many people.

“Mother, what's the house like?” I asked mom.

“How to Frame, Deck? It's empty there, how do you want rame?” answered mother wonder.

“It, Mom. A lot of people are there, look at it Mom!” I still chuckle with my eyesight, because I really see them.

"Come, let's go in" said a friend of mother's.

"No need, Say. I'm going home first, it's getting late" replied the mother.

From that incident, my mother immediately took me home. He said goodbye to his friend, and we went home. Along the way, I kept asking my mother.

"Mom, did the house have another event, Mom? Birthday, huh?" my many.

"No idea, son. It's none of our business" replied the mother.

When I got home, I was still amazed by what I saw today. My mother was curious and tried to ask me.

“Dek, Dedek can see them (Ghost)?” ask mom to make sure.

“They are who, Mom?” answer me innocently.

“Dedek, can you see ghosts?” ask mom again.

“What ghost is it, Bu?” I'm still trying to ask.

I was confused how to explain it to my little one.

“Already want Maghrib, Deck. Come, take ablution, then pray with Mother!” mom diverted the conversation.

“Come, Mom. Hooray, I pray." My little one cheered with joy.

After the prayer, as usual, my mother took me to watch television. I also laughed out loud, when I saw the spectacle of a funny cartoon movie.

"Dedek, he laughed so hard" said the mother as she stroked my head.

As usual it's Friday night, my father must have gone home. The clock has shown at 20.45 WIB. When I got home, he came home earlier than usual.

Tok tok....

“Assalamaicum." Greetings from the front of the house.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, Father." I called my father and ran to the door.

"Son, Father," said the father, lifting me up to his arms.

My father stepped into the house with me. At that moment, my eyes were fixed across the street from my house.

“Dad, stop!” I stopped dad's move.

Dad stopped too.

“What's up, Dek? Come on, come in first let me clean the body first, Dek,” said the mother, who had joined me to welcome the arrival of the father.

“That's who, Mom?” I pointed across the street.

My father and mother looked across the street and they saw no one there.

“Come, log in first, Dad. There will be something I want to tell you,” take mom.

He walked back into the house and after arriving at the television, he dropped me off from his carrier and then he went into the room to clean up.

My mother and I ate my favorite sandwich brought by my father. No need to wait so long, my father came to us again.

“Enak Deck, the bread?” ask dad.

“Enak, Yeah. Tomorrow you want again, yes!” I answered with a mouth full of bread.

"Yes, honey," replied the father.

I listen to happy smiles.

“How, Mom. What's the story about Keyla?” dad asked mom.

Mom told me what I saw today. My father and mother spoke beside me, while my little one listened only to me while eating bread.

“Si Keyla, rich indigo, Well. He sees what we cannot see and he feels what we cannot feel.” Mom told dad.

Dad looked at me who had been eating bread.

“How else, Mom? It is a gift from God to us. Given a child who has advantages that other children rarely have, we must be grateful," replied the father while stroking my head.

I listen, I talk.

“Indigo, what's Yah?” ask me innocently.

“Later, if Dedek is big would understand yes, Dek. Now, as to what you're trying to explain, maybe Dedek can't understand yet" explained the father patiently.

“Dedek, if big want to be, what?” ask mom, trying to shift my question.

“You're silverqueen, Mom. Dedek, want to be queen,” I replied innocently.

Father and mother laughed out loud, I who did not understand also laughed. We spent a long night with jokes. Fathers and mothers are always grateful for the blessings given with happy smiles, including having a child like me.

Said father and mother, they educate me by having advantages classified as difficult, because it needs to equip my mentality, need to invite me to be able to adapt to them (Hosts). But they both hope that if I grow up later, can accept this advantage and be able to adapt.

They believe I'm a tough, strong kid.

***

Three years passed with the same thing as always. At that time, I was in second grade. From first grade I started to know Dinar and from that point on, we started to make friends and started to sit down.

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