Atlanna Abiyaksa
Beautiful in time
When the fragile body is stiffened, then the movement of the stomach that is used to up and down as if pumping air now looks no longer moving. Someone pulled my little body back before clutching me tightly, a small sobbing sounded but I didn't know what to do. Why do they look so pathetic?
"Son, you must be sincere, yes. Mama you should be at the grave right away."
They took Mama's body out of the house in a cry and I still fell silent not understanding. Several times I convinced myself that it was only temporary, Mama would soon wake up and come back to pet my hair fondly. However, a second later I realized that those I thought were so pitiful were actually saying it was me who needed to be pitied.
"May his worship be accepted."
One by one people returned to their respective routines and at that time I realized what death meant. How the warm body that always holds me tightly finally no longer looks swallowed by the earth to go to the eternal realm.
Having a changed day, I started telling the neighbors about the calmness at the sight of blood, then they just smiled as if it was just a delusion made by an Elementary School child. I tried to believe it, but day after day it felt more and more tormented until I finally started to dare to hurt my arm.
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The torrential flow of river water down there did not dampen the determination of a girl in a shabby white dress who was standing on the edge of the garden barrier. His gaze looked blank, staring downwards with a raging mind.
The plunge! let's jump!
The whisper repeatedly entered the brain to disrupt his common sense. Unexpectedly, he dropped his small body down making someone who had just been sitting on the park bench squeal in surprise.
"Dog, crazy time it's a kid!" her little feet immediately ran towards the river and the more panicked saw the rushing river of current increasingly carrying the little girl's body away.
"Damn, did I call Tara? his father was RT," the boy murmured.
Depressing the thought that he thought was in vain, he again ran down the river until it stopped at a stream that had a smaller flow. The boy who was about eleven years old looked down then glared happily to see the body of the little girl he was chasing seen floating because it was stuck in the thickets.
"Gumcha!" his exclamation was happy, without a second thought he pulled the pale white arm that was slightly blue and brought it to the edge.
His little hands clapped the girl several times on the cheek but no, no movement. "Hey, are you okay?" his words that do not get the authorization.
His head turned around, quiet. Under these circumstances somehow her cerebellum remembers the adult video she once showed her crazy cousin, the two of his netra were directly staring at the little girl in front of him with a difficult look at the art.
A little blond hair along the back, thick eyebrows, plump eyelashes then pale thin lips that slightly open make her lift both corners of the lips with a wide.
"Beautiful, if waking up means you have me," he murmured with a happy smile before******* those tiny lips gently, her hands rubbed the wet hair of the little girl backwards and unceasingly pressed the chest inside her arms, just like the one in the adult video did.
His movements that look like a professional player are in stark contrast to his age as a child. The mindset of the boy has changed, his life is always fulfilled but far from the supervision of parents is the main factor, his, plus having a cousin who is always on a whim gives the boy an adult video makes the little boy's mind start to change.
The pale fingers that could not be separated from his grasp slowly moved to make him re-enforce his body, seconds later the girl realized and vomited a lot of water. Both of his tiny hands swiftly joined the kneeling soft nape of the fragile girl deftly.
The two of their neutrals locked onto each other, seconds later the boy raised both corners of his lips proudly.
"Gue Arkana Dio Abiyaksa, good kisser right?"
Brak!!
Arka's body that was not ready to receive an attack fell down until his head hit a large rock strongly. Fresh blood flowed from the forehead. Not her grimacing or crying instead Arka got up with a small laugh, she did not expect if the reaction of the girl who looks very petite from her was unexpected.
"Lo's weird, but I'm not gonna let you go because you're the first girl I ever kissed."
Arka drew closer to the frightened girl, her hands deftly pulling the small arm that looked trembling and carrying her into her arms, her arms, for the first time Arka felt strange when getting injured.
Why did the wound from the little girl look so satisfying?
"Engh?!"
Arka lowered her head, her eyebrows fused together to hear the little voice of the little girl who only sounded like muttering.
"Lo say something?" asked Arka, but no man a word came out of those pale lips. "Gue's not a bad guy, maybe we're my age or older?"
Back not getting the authorization makes Arka annoyed herself. "Gue anter lo go home," he broke while pulling the small fragile body to walk side by side with him.
There was not a word on their way, the girl just pointed towards the house and was nodding back briefly by Arka.
Ten minutes passed, the two halted in one of the three-story buildings not so far from the park. The most elite house in the housing but looks very quiet like without occupants makes Arka turn to his side.
"Lo's house?"
The girl gave a small nod to make Arka anxious, her two eyes staring at the girl's hand who was now fruiting her wet dress anxiously.
"ABRA!"
A loud cry from inside the fence was able to make his second assistance diverted. The figure of a well-built man in a neat suit looks panned furiously towards them, ah.... not–more precisely towards the girl who is now busy creeping her skirt anxiously.
"Are u okay?" ask Arka slowly.
He shakes doubtfully. "P-Papa," he whispered in fear.
Both of Arka's hands were clenched, both of her neutrals staring intently at the adult man who was now starting to walk closer to the gate. The boy's brain continues to spin looking for ways to save the girl who has attracted him.
Giving up and feeling like there was nothing he could do, the little hand clenched its frail body into his opium before landing a light kiss on the corner of Atlanna's lips.
••••
"PAPA WAKE UP!"
The thunderous screams of a little girl in her eights managed to wake a man who was asleep in the study. Both of his eyes narrowed to adjust the light of the lamp before the glaring netra rubbed his face roughly.
"What does Deluna need?" his words are patient.
The little girl lowered her head, her two hands linked in front of her chest restlessly. "Luna wants to play with Papa, okay?"
"Papa's busy."
Only two words came out from the lips of the man called Papa able to make Luna speechless, her small hands clenched behind her back while looking up giving a fake smile. A second later the girl came down from her Papa's lap without orders.
"Pardon me, yes, Papa. Luna same Mama will wait for Papa until not busy anymore–"
"That's not going to be possible, Luna!" the disappointed exclamation was able to make Navaro turn his head, the figure of Tear came while carrying a tray of food and put the object on the table. "Father must work so that you can buy dolls and live well. Luna played with Mama, huh?"
Inevitably the girl nodded and obeyed her Mama's orders that gave the code to get out of the workspace. The door closed, a thin smile that had just adorned Tear's pretty face faded and was replaced by a disappointed look.
"Thirteen years from now you haven't been able to escape him?" smirk Tear, his hand pressed firmly against an old black book that was on top of a pile of files.
"Lo won't understand."
"We have Luna!" peekik Tear, tears that had been resistant had finally washed his smooth cheeks freely.
Thirteen years is not a short time to convince Navaro's feelings about Atlanna, but reality again slaps him firmly. The past is still a winner even though a result of marriage has been in the middle of their lives.
"If you can't love me, don't hate Luna. He needs the role of a father!" tear shouted, his chest rose and fell irregularly until his sobs made the woman difficult to breathe.
Navaro looked at her calmly as if nothing had happened. Honestly, he's been played with by his own feelings since Atlanna's death. Two years he slumped and busied himself with work before with his jerk he re-approached Tear only to forget his memories with the girl.
"According to you I work from morning to malem not a role? I always follow what Luna asks without being late. What other role do you mean? less money? tomorrow I add–"
Plaque!
Tear's breath was heard hunting, the two who had been wet was staring slashily at Navaro who was now turning his face because of his slap. Already quite the heartache given by the man, Tear could not remain silent.
"I give you a choice, survive and change or we're divorced?"
Navaro is speechless with a hard-to-art view after Tear's fragile body begins to disappear from behind the door. Seconds later his assistance was diverted to the obsolete black book at the very top of the company file, this morning he had just ventured to read the diary Atlanna to the end of falling asleep and carried away with a dream.
His hands lightly pinched the base of his nose which felt pulsating. He sighed, the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing had been rolled up to the elbows before reopening the last page he read.
For the past, can you be silent? I don't want to repeat the past even though he promised to live together as an adult.
^^^March, 2012.^^^
Navaro was stunned, his hand re-scrolling the next page with a feeling of anxiety.
He is the second person who has made me comfortable, N♡.
^^January, 2021.^^^
Navaro smiled, it was the month that he first got a raw bogeman while venturing to get acquainted. N initials that are marked love it is certainly his name. He re-scrolled the next page.
For the foreseeable future, I somehow felt that my life would not be long after meeting Arka. Is he someone who promised me or just happens to have the same name?
^^May, 2021.^^^
The most sacred moon, it was the first month when Arka targeted Atlanna as the only girl inside Ravloska.
I met Raskal, he has the same name as Arka, the clan of Abiyaksa. I was comfortable, but the longer it felt like they were nothing more than a word of tranquility until I finally sat back in solitude.
^^^June, 2023.^^^
Navaro's heart was pounding, it was the last page scrawled before graduation arrived which meant that two months after his death was Atlanna's with Arka that afternoon. His hand re-scrolled the front page that he had jumped over. His mind was upset, he re-read word by word which was able to make regret alight on his brain. A second later he cried remembering what he had done to Tear and Luna just because of his imaginary obsession alone.
No matter how happy I am with a new person, Arka remains my last port to go home despite the different nature. Ah, forget.
One day, I believe this book will be in someone's hands in the future. Please don't let them feel what I've ever felt.
I don't need Papa's money, I don't need an elite school, I don't need a dollhouse tucked in through Uncle Sam.
I just want time from Papa, play together and sleep hugging like a child and parents without forgetting to congratulate me on the rank I get.
Easy, but not everything I could ask for is like turning my palms, and I'm sure they're the same. Prince Abiyaksa said, a smile from the old man was able to make everything change and beautiful at his time.
Abiyaksa Atlanna, 2015.