Are You My Brother ?
He Changed (Other )

The time that continues - the canal rotates, bringing me to a time that is so thrilling. High school and the highest grade. At that time the elder brother was in a very amazing life, where with his genius, cleverness and dexterity he had managed to become a person who was greatly admired and respected by many people. At a young age, he became a director at a large company. Even though he did not go to college. My brother was the first person who could become a director without having to go to college. Because of his genius, his cleverness, his dexterity, everything within him is enough to make him successful without having to go to high school.

" Wahhh is great, you are, Bal," Praise my mother to my brother who has been a director.

" Yes, great. At a young age you can already be a director at a big company" continued my father.

Without being ruled, there was envy in my heart when I heard all kinds of compliments from my father and mother to my brother. In addition, I am also afraid, afraid that the events of 2 years ago happened again. An incident where I was always compared - compared to my brother. It really hurts, I wish it was just my feeling. Because I was late in fear.

But apparently, that's not fear. It is a reality that should not exist. My mother, my father, and even the people around me. They all compare back - compare me to my brother. Almost like that time, but even worse.

" Ehh mother - mother, has it been in horror yet ?" Ask a woman who thinks she is 40 years old when shopping at a vegetable shop.

" Denger what ?" Ask other mothers.

" That's you know, his son Pak Yono and Bu Sarah, he said he was already a director now," he replied.

" Iqbal yes, great. Though just graduated from High School 2 years ago, you know," said the other mothers.

" Yes, same with his sister. I've seen that at home, his sister Iqbal, the Candra is always scolded by his parents. That's a sign he's naughty" he said.

Bad luck befell me, when the painful conversation for me took place, I was not far from there. I even heard everything they talked about. At that moment I was really upset, it felt like my hand wanted to hit the mouth - the mouth that had been choking me. But my little heart was crying and unable to get close to them. Finally, with a bad feeling, I went home.

" Sister, called the mother," I said to my sister who was in her room at the time.

But what I got. His eyes were just staring at the focus on his smartphone. Not responding to my words one bit. Though a while ago the response with every word of mine was very fast. Although the response at that time was often with a word that sucks, but somehow with the words he said, it felt very pleasant. Now it has changed drastically. It seemed that his body was near me but his soul was far away where I could not find it.

" Huff, I know brother. Our world is different, the world of adults and the world of teenagers. But could you just once, come back as a child with me. So that we can play together again" I muttered while in the room.

I was honestly disappointed in my brother's nature. Since becoming a director, he's been more and more different from the older brother I used to know. Yes, that must be the cause. What he felt was that he had become the greatest, so he considered the other person to be just a collection of trash. And had she forgotten her duty as a sister. I was always pensive to think about it, hoping that what was on my mind was wrong.

But every second, every minute or every hour, my relationship with my brother remains the same. It was as if he was a true person I had never known before. My pain and suffering increased when my parents and those around me often compared me to my brother. It's just Mr. Anto, he's the only one who's always encouraging me to get through it.

" I promise with this pain of my heart, I will be a much greater person than my brother. I will prove it to the mouth that has spoken about me. I'll prove that I can, '" I promise.

I remember the words of the inspirator, my grandfather. He once said that true strength is from the heart. That is, if I can get through it all means I am strong. But of course it's a difficult thing for me. A thing that felt pretty impossible to do. How could I possibly survive to face the thing I've felt so many times.

I want to be free, I want to be free from all forms of words that make my heart ache. It felt, my desire to leave everything was getting stronger. I want to go to a place where there are no insults and insults. Maybe that's the best way to end it all. But I'm still in school, if I leave everything at the moment, then what about my school. At least I have to graduate first, then I will really carry out my plan.

But of course, on every day that I go through, I always get very unpleasant treatment from all of them. The thing I dreamed of - it seemed to have disappeared. Togetherness is just nonsense, there is no such thing as togetherness when everyone is busy with each other. Their treatment of me has changed my mindset. Gradually, the self that valued a bond greatly changed when I received painful treatment from them. Especially when I see my friends who are too obsessed with my brother.