Atlanna Abiyaksa
Become a Star

Raskal stared at the wide room dominated by gray with some terrible vertical lines made with broken glass near the bed.

The man smiled slightly and looked down, his right hand outstretched to wipe a black-coated book he found in the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

Atlanna, remembering that one name made both Raskal's eyes flow. If he had known first, he probably wouldn't have approached Atlanna and even put his feelings on her.

Atlanna is too complicated to understand and too broken to repair. Abandoned by the figure of a mother when she was a child and foster by a father who has a mental disorder. Raskal was grateful to hear the news that the crazy man had been secured by the mental hospital.

Dizzy feeling began to pulsate, Raskal grimaced small but still trying to upright. Her memory recalls the times when she and Arka played together in elementary school.

"Gue Arka, you're so cold. Try saying hello!"

The corner of Raskal's lips lifted thinly, it was the first time he met Arka who became his new neighbor.

"So I was played with his son, Mr. RT, said in front of his house he had a lot of his fish."

"That's Arka's tadpole!"

"Oh!"

In the second memory, Raskal's sharp eyes began to shut in light of their first familiarity while playing together on the ball court, with his innocence the man carrying a jar full of tadpoles.

"Raskal, promise not to tell Mama? I finished nolongin son of a man who had floated on the river deket park."

"That kind of puffer fish?"

"It's not just a dog's brain stuffing his toy doang, he drowned so I keep helping."

Raskal chuckled bitterly, the memory of it that made him feel even more guilty. The shadow where Arka's face was small with her forehead splattered with blood was still vividly remembered inside her head, with her rant and her mature brain. All of this will not be easily forgotten.

"You're what?"

"Gue kiss," said Arka proudly. "Gue thought it was not breath, uh, it turned out that the conscious time even raged until my jedotin jidat in the river stone. Really big dogs, right?"

"illness?"

Little Arka muttered in annoyance. "It hurts, but yeah, no problem, she's beautiful. Minus her weird chick cake."

"Weirder you're the one who smiled at the jedotin into the river."

"Hahahahah!!"

They laughed together to make Raskal's head throb even more pain, his heart raced faster and both of his burly hands clenched tightly until the warm water droplets began to fall on the black book Atlanna held.

"Damn," hiss little Raskal.

"Gue was forced to move tomorrow for Nita, Papa said his family was mass murdered."

"Raskal, I don't know when to come back here again. Whether you want to believe it or not, I want to marry that strange girl if it's big."

"Lo wants to help me take care of him, right?"

Raskal hit his head repeatedly. Stupid, why at that moment did he nod?

"His name is Lanna, but I'd like to give him the same last name as me."

"Atlanna Abiyaksa's. Please take care of him and don't like him, okay?"

"GERMANHH!" Raskal rubbed his face in frustration.

•••••••

Right at midnight, a thousand candles began to be lit, as fragrant as roses sprinkled to make the night more crowded.

As many as five hundred disciples began to silence, praying to God that the lives of the victims be accepted.

No longer the name of Ravloska who became the king of the streets, Navaro as the chairman immediately disbanded the gang after the death of Atlanna last time.

"You disperse does not mean safe, I hope after this incident you will stop the chaos in the streets or look for opponents out there. Understood?"

"Understand me, sir."

Mr. Seto nodded, his old eyes staring one by one at his students who slowly walked over from the whirlpool of a thousand candles to stop at the figure of Navaro. The man was more silent and looked like he had lost half his life.

"Isn't this what you want, sir?"

Mr. Seto's steps stopped exactly two steps behind Navaro's back. He smiled wryly, the hand that was originally hanging in the air landed right on the back of his students and stroked it slowly.

"Sorry" whispered Mr. Seto. "It's all my fault."

Navaro shook his head with a blank look, he chuckled insipidly. "Why do you understand like this? wh why? if you know the reason I only stay silent when given the punishment, if you know the reason I only stay silent when berated, if you are faster to make a decision. We won't be like this, Pak–" Navaro's breath choked, the man hit his chest that felt tight until the tear he held finally came down hard.

"I–" Mr. Seto embraces Navaro's weak shoulder into his arms. Small cries began to sound making Mr. Seto feel tight, never once Navaro cried like this even though his body felt crumpled due to enemy attacks.

"Once again I'm sorry." Mr. Seto pulled his body to make a distance between them. He smiled, his hands moved to wipe away Navaro's tears until rubbing sweat on the man's forehead like his son.

"Death is not the end of everything. I'm sure Atlanna would be proud up there to see you guys start to change."

Navaro. "Gue wants to be a star, flying freely over the clouds while looking at your dreams."

He looked up, staring at the brightest star near the moon. The lips that had originally trembled from holding back the cry slowly lifted up to form a thin smile.

Mr. Seto smiled, he retreated in order without a voice to make room for Navaro, the man needs time.

"Lo happy?" muttered Navaro, seconds later he shook his head firmly. "Lo must be happy!"

"He is happy."

Navaro turned his head, seen someone in all black clothes just as he came closer while carrying a black book that is familiar to him.

"Where do you know?"

"His father has been convicted of having a history of mental illness and Arka is a person who had an important role when Atlanna was little."

Navaro was silent, his two neutrals stared at the black book that Raskal thrust with a raging mind.

"If so, why lo–"

"Gue doesn't know anything like Arka, nor does he know that Atlanna was the person she promised me when I was a kid" Raskal said.

"Promise?" Navaro looked into Raskal's eyes that looked without a lie.

Raskal nodded small. "She wants me to take care of Atlanna Abiyaksa, her."

"The matter of clan, I don't know for sure, mother never want to talk about it, all I know is that we're not brothers."

Raskal held up the black book in his hand before putting the small object in Navaro's lap. "Lo can read his own diary Atlanna, I have not opened at all. Oh yeah..." Raskal stared at the two Navaro netra who now looked calmer without emotion.

"Related always comes last, just like you, I always regretted giving empty hope to Atlanna who was unlucky to return to myself."