Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Fragile

"What exactly, Mom?" my many.

Mother looked down her head, she seemed reluctant to continue speaking. He even looks to shed tears.

"Well, why? What's wrong with our house?" I urged to ask Dad.

"Our house and car have to sell, because I'm desperate, Dek. All for you" said my father.

Again I could only shed tears, everything my family had wanted to destroy because of me.

"I'm a useless kid, Dad. I'm the unlucky bearer, I ruined all of Dad and Mom's dreams. Why would I be in this world if it only destroyed someone's happiness," I said by banging my head and crying hysterically.

Mom hugged me tighter, she tried to calm me down. While my father held my hand so as not to constantly hit the head.

"Keyla. Stop, Key. Don't be like that" said Dinar with a trembling voice.

"I'm of no use, I can only trouble everyone. I'm a loser!" I said with a loud voice.

"Enough, Deck. Everything can be found, but not with you, you are the only treasure that is valuable to us. Never say that," said the mother with sobs as she hugged me.

I can't talk anymore, I feel like a loser. I feel like I'm useless and can only be pathetic. I'm broken, I'm desperate.

It also came over while handing me a glass of water.

"Key, have a drink. The calm yes, treasures can be achieved together. God willing you recover, surely other sustenance follows," Jeje advised.

I turned towards Jeje who was still carrying water, then I quickly hugged her.

"Never say that, pity your parents. Thank them, don't make them down. Rest assured that this disaster must have the best way for you in the future" Jeje said again.

I took off Jeje's embrace, then held her hand tightly. I tried to smile even though my heart was still upset about all this.

"Dad, Mother. Forgive Dedek, yes. Thank you for everything" I told my parents.

Seen from a distance the father nodded, while the mother still tried to remove the remaining teardrops that soaked her cheeks.

"Dad, Mother," I said, raising my hand to ask for their hug.

Mom and Dad knew what I meant, they hugged me tightly. They whispered words of affection and words that strengthened me when I felt fragile and useless like this

"Sir, don't ever talk like that again. No one will be able to replace you with anything, you are much more valuable" said the father in a hoarse voice trying to hold back the cries.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry for making you sad so many times" I said.

"Dec, I love you. You are the source of our strength, you are the sustenance we deserve. We're willing to do anything for you to get well, don't think you're bothering us" she said.

I just nodded my head, because I felt guilty why my mouth could not control the words that came out.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, Om. If not because I will not be sad like this," said Dinar.

"No, Din. I'm okay, really," I said while wiping away the tears that had been dripping.

"Yes, the sadness. Let's eat, until we forget," said grandma trying to distract us all.

"Yes, come. Until you forget, take a meal because you are sad," said Aunt Santi with a smile on her lips.

Everyone moved from his seat, Dinar was currently pushing me to follow Grandma to the dining table.

The house looks crowded because of the arrival of Kak Dita, Kak Andre and Dinar. I want it to feel like every day like this.

"So rame, yeah. Add the pleasure later to eat it, hehehe," said Jeje.

"Thank you, loh. So ngerepotin," said Kak Dita.

"Let's eat" asked Aunt Santi.

"Well, this must be a pleasure" I said.

Everyone laughed, even as if there had been no such crying incident. Either they forget it quickly or they're smart to cover up their grief.

Even though the food is currently in session, my heart still cannot forget that easily. It was still clearly ringing in my brain, still firmly stuck in my heart those loser words.

"Keyla, how dumb," said the mother as she touched my hand.

"Eh, no, ma'am," I said, giving an excuse.

It turned out that without me realizing I was fixated on my mind so I looked dumb. We are all about to devour the food that is already in front of us. We rarely talk as necessary.

"From where, Key. How come I'm back for check-ups?" ask grandma.

"So accidentally met Kevin, Grandma. We're looking for evidence in his old house" I told him.

"Kevin? Which you guys obrolin yesterday, right?" ask grandma.

""Yes, Mom. He met on the street, all chatting, eh he believed. I went to his old house to gather evidence" said the mother.

Dinar was confused by our words, so she put my shoulder down.

"What, Din?" my many.

"Kevin, who?" ask Dinar.

"Oh, there's a point. We continue to eat first, I will tell you later," I said.

We quickly devoured the food until it ran out. It was as if we were racing to spend it first. Not long after, our food finally ran out. Then the mother, grandmother, Aunt Santi and Kak Dita cleaned the dishes that we had worn for food to be washed.

The rest of us gathered on the sofa in front of the television. We talked about the stories that we had been going through far away. We talked at length until we headed to Kevin.

I told you the first thing I knew about Kevin from the dream, to the incident I had experienced earlier.

"So Mama Kevin killed her own friend who was the actor?" tanya Dinar looked astonished.

I nodded my head too.

"Kok can yes, sahabatan but tega. Taken her husband and had the heart to kill him again," said Jeje seemed to be a snatch.

"Yes, no heart" said Dinar.

We also told him with a stifling face.

"Now you know, Din. Even with this incident to the point of thinking about the two of us," I said.

"Ih, what the hell. Amit-amit deh, rich no other men," said Dinar.

I saw Dinar's expression suddenly laughing, he sounded bitter when saying it but instead looked funny in front of me.

"Are you friends from childhood?" asked Jeje who looked curious.

"Yes, from Mama Papa we have not married so friendly. Hahaha," sneered Dinar.

Jeje also frowned when he heard Dinar's answer.

"Ih, Jeje manyun you. Uh yes Key, I actually came here also want to tell you about Kak Airin loh," said Dinar.

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