Are You My Brother ?
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My long daydream came to a halt as I listened to the sound of the azan. I did not realize, it turned out that I had been a few hours daydreaming, from morning until azan dhuhur reverberated. I still hold that framed photo. Then put it in its original place. Mr. Anto who is still in the house also invited me to pray dhuhur congregation at the mosque near the house.

" Sir, yes, don't tell me everything if I'm here" I asked Mr. Anto after performing the congregational dhuhur prayer.

" Yes Den, take it easy, you won't tell anyone" he replied with a smile.

" Hmmm, I believe in you" I said with a smile.

I hope Mr. Anto doesn't divulge about my whereabouts. I don't want anyone to know. Even my neighbors in the old house no one knew I was living there anymore. After all, the distance between my house and the homes of the neighbors is quite far away. And one more thing, I'm not sure they can recognize me even if they see me firsthand, because of my rapid physical and mental changes. But just in case, I try not to look directly at people I know or know me. Every time I go out, I always wear a jacket so they can't recognize me. Sooner or later, someone will know about me.

That afternoon at my old house, I was alone, because Mr. Anto had to go back to my new house. It felt so quiet, no one accompanied. But for me, loneliness is better than humiliation and insults. I also remembered my purpose in leaving that house. That is to seek the existence of all my dreams and ideals, and to prove to everyone that I am a person who cannot be underestimated. I grabbed my laptop and made a job application. I do not care what work I get later, the important thing is halal and the salary is enough for my daily needs.

" Hufff is finally done too" I said after I finished writing a job application letter.

That afternoon I immediately printed the job application letter I made. I hope everything will go as I expected. This life path I've taken, and I'm out of my comfort zone. But comfortable in terms of possessions only, not comfortable in feeling. Although it's only temporary, but I promise I will face everything alone.

I went to the printing press quite far from my house, so that later no one would know that I was in my old house. Wearing a jacket, I walked down the streets of my childhood. Some of my neighbors' houses went through. And those old faces that look I can still recognize. I never thought I could go back around them. Like a past that repeats itself, but I can only see and feel it.

Finally I arrived at the printing place, located on the edge of the highway that is always passed by vehicles. I also directly thrust my flash to the server where the printing. Deftly the long-haired young girl printed my job application letter.

" How much is mbak ?" Ask me after everything's settled.

" Everything is 5 thousand" he answered.

" This is the money" I said, giving him a 5,000 note.

My first step is done, I just have to follow the next steps. A step that will lead me to meet my dreams and dreams. There, on the way home from the printing house. I saw a beautiful girl with her hair out when the wind hit. I'm pretty sure who that girl is, that girl is Sherly, my old high school friend. I never thought she'd grow up to be such a beautiful, sweet girl, you know, I haven't seen her in years. Not just him, but all my SD friends. My attempt to cover my face failed, I never got to cover it. Until he greeted me.

" you..... Candra is it ?" Ask a little doubt.

" Yes, who are you ?" I asked - I didn't know.

" I'm Sherly, your SD buddy." The answer.

" Ooo Sherly, how are you ?" Ask again.

" Well, what if you ?" Ask back.

" Thank God that's it. Oh yea.... Your new house is as complex as Yanto and Ferdi, right, how are they doing ?" Ask.

" same.... Okay, too" I replied briefly.

" Hmmm, then what are you doing, why are you here ?" Ask again.

" Ohhh, I was just visiting my old house" I replied.

" You're getting more beautiful" I said.

The compliment made Sherly smile. I saw her cheeks that were starting to turn red withholding embarrassment. I also don't know why my mouth can say that question, but it seems that the question was said by my heart through the middle of my mouth.

" ah... It could be you, you are also getting more gentle, not like before. Culun, ha ha ha," Ledeknya with a sweet laugh.

" Hmm, ngledek. Oh yeah, where are you going ?" My toot.

" Ohhh, I want to buy some porridge down the street, oh yeah, what's that ?" Ask while pointing at my job application paper.

" this... Here's a job application" I replied.

" Wihhh, want to work. Not in college ?" Ask.

" No, just work. What if you ?" Means back.

" I want to go to college, yes deket - deket anyway, which is important can be high school," he replied.

" Oh, yes yes, I want to go home first" I said with a smile.

" Yes, see you later" said Sherly.

I also passed from before him, I think my heart is harboring a feeling of love. But for nothing, I don't want to feel the pain anymore. Even though I don't know how Sherly feels about me.

That afternoon, I was home. Mr. Anto was there, and before he returned to my new house, he gave me a key. Sure enough, before my old house was never locked, because there were no valuables. Even if there is, it's just old stuff that has not been taken care of for a long time.

And in the quiet night, I was alone in that house. Only the wind of the night can keep me company. Until I fell asleep in the memory room, looking forward to the bright tomorrow.