Canvas Aksara
THE WOUND THAT FOUND THE CURE

Section 24

[WOUNDS WHO FOUND THE CURE]

The night gets colder with time. The earthy sounds of nature seem to try to dive deeper into the dark. While in space there, a giant silver roundabout seemed to be watching the earth's movements under it.

For some reason, at night this late Panji balcony door is still wide open. The wind that blew that night so it got access to make thin curtains there waving in the wind.

No lamp lighting. Only the luminous moonlight gives little illumination. While among the dim light, Panji seemed to stand still in front of a canvas there was a painting that he almost finished.

The wind was heard in a gripping silence. Blending with sheets of paper rubbing against each other because of the wind. The papers were scattered on the floor. No longer in one piece.

"What's the point...."

The voice sounded so softly whispered. There was a vibration that could be caught in his voice that was so desperate. While his eyes stared blankly at the strokes on the canvas in front of him.

"What's the point of all this? Actually for what?"

I don't know to whom, but Panji keeps muttering various questions. Could it be that he was talking to the painting in front of him? On the canvas contains a painting of Siena?

"Sien...." Panji's voice choked as soon as he called the name. It's been a long time. He hadn't used that call in a long time. Panji also does not know, Siena likes or does not with various nicknames that she pinned. Ah, no, he just never asked. Did Siena blame Panji for not calling her brother or not? Is Siena troubled with a sister like her? And was Siena happy as her sister?

Is she happy?

Is Siena ever happy?

Stunned pennant. As if I just realized that. He never asked. All this time Siena was busy taking care of a little happiness for Panji. But did she have time to think about herself?

"Well.. hahahah...."

That meaningless empty laugh slowly turned into a roaring cry. Both of Panji's hands closed his face. But, from between the fingers is still visible Siena's smile printed perfectly on the canvas.

"Aarrgghh!!!"

The alarming cries of frustration combined with the stifling sobs. The banner just fell. Sitting on the floor hugged her tightly. Seeking the warmth that has been lost. In silence, between the crying and the roaring of the breath he was still trying to scavenge for memories of the figure of the Big Brother.

"Sien...."

He looks like a poor little cat. Whimpering alone because of the cold. The cold was so piercing, that it even penetrated to the very bottom of his heart.

Until the end of his despair, Panji hopes for a miracle. Stare with a mountain of prayers on the canvas in front of him. Waiting for the possibility of a beautiful form painted there can be real.

"Aksa....?"

The door opened from the outside. Panca's figure looks sculpted holding the doorknob. In the dim light of the moon, he was seen by the figure of the adorable sister. The banner curled up in front of the canvas. Wearing gazes at the painting in front of him. And when the boy turned to him, Panca found something broken from the sight of his eyes.

"Is it worth it if he goes like this?" Panji fumbled, with a clear and teary look asking Panca. "Is it good this way?"

In his mind, Panca already had a thousand and one stoic sentences that he would throw. However, one side of him refused to speak. Refuse to throw a word to repair the Panji. Because basically, it's just as broken. He was also wounded by disaster after disaster that came to them.

"There are so many people, why should he? Why should my brother, bang?!"

Panca's pair of arms encircled the boy. Hugging him who roared with grief. Questioning the cruel destiny that toyed with them. Panca wants to say fine. They say they will still be able to colonize tomorrow together. That all they can still go through even though it will no longer be the same as before. But Panca couldn't voice it. It was as if such tranquilizing words, those stoic words full of nonsense, would only sow salt on fresh, wet wounds.

So all Panca did after that was to hug the Little Brother tightly. Patting his back slowly. And wept without a sound, moaning for the wounds he had. As if trying to divide each other fret and support each other. Dividing a burden that has exceeded its ability to withstand.

The sisters' elegies reached Father and Mother. There's nothing they can do. It was also presumed that they had been fed up of being stoic all this time.

And tonight the Batara family's cries broke. Those who were injured, tried to strengthen each other among the sobs heard. Try to channel the remnants of warmth they have to dry wet from the storm that whack. Supporting each other to get back on their feet, after having collapsed due to a sudden disaster.

And in a simple cry, they found what they needed. The best medicine for treating long-rotting liver wounds. And that's family.

All family members are one unit. They were injured together, then also had to treat together. Not just keeping silent alone all the burdens.

Because to achieve balance, we must not only share happiness. Sharing grief is also a good thing to do.

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Panca picked up pieces of paper one by one on the floor. Sometimes he looked at the pencil strokes on the paper with a long look. As deplorable as this, a work as beautiful as this should end up being a pitiful piece of trash.

"This is also. throw away."

As soon as he turned his head, he found Panji thrusting a canvas scroll at him. But since he was silent, Panji took the initiative himself to put the canvas scroll into the trash bag in Panca's hand.

"This is also."

This time the boy picked up a sketchbook that was still intact on the nightstand and just put it in a garbage bag. Panca doesn't know how to respond. His sister was too minimal in expression, making it difficult for him to interpret the child's current heart.

Panca knew very well, these paintings were everything to Panji. Until now, it is still unexpected, that there will be a time when Panji will hate the world he once loved half-dead.

Hearing the question voiced by Panca, Panji stopped eliminating everything in his room. He looked at his eldest brother, then remained silent for a long time.

"Yes." Yeah." That was the only answer Panji gave before he finally chose to step out.

"Are you really okay?"

Once again the banner stopped. He took his hand off the doorknob and turned back to Panca. Seize the trash bag from the man's hand and insert the remaining pieces of paper that are still scattered in a quick movement.

"There you guys, I'm more than good."

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"So, Aksa, what do you think?"

The banner put down the fork and then switched on the tablet that Panca was holding. They are repeating old routines. Breakfast together and discuss a few things. Just now Father and Mother have explained about the move they had planned.

The new house they will soon occupy is located in the mother's birthplace. The house has reached 90% of work. From the picture on the tablet, Panji can see that the house is much different from their home here. The building is permanent, with a modern design that contrasts with a simple wooden house here.

The house is located on an empty land of one hectare. Initially there was a plantation area, but now only overgrown with grass and some newly planted trees.

"It's...." The banner stops on a slide that shows a white space with a mirror wall on three sides. He looked up at Father and Mother.

"The plan will be your room. The position is good, because the building juts out of the main building. In addition, you can also see the view of the sunrise and sunset from there," explained Mother.

He added, "It's on the second floor. There's also a staircase on the balcony that connects out."

Panji looked at the tablet screen again. He pensively for a moment. The move this time felt perfect. Comfortable home location. The perfect new room. Also the family agenda he had long been waiting for. After moving there, Panji no longer has to be lonely alone. The work of Father and Mother now only settle in one region. Then Panca also no longer roam here. They'll stay in that house. Go through the daily routine and go home and get together. Like any other family.

Ah, had Panji not been stubborn from the start, could he have been able to restrain Siena from staying with them? Come to think of it Panji shouldn't blame anyone for his condition. There is nothing wrong with fate because it always is. No one wants all of this to happen anyway. They were unable to prevent the disaster, because indeed they did not have the power to control the nature of nature that had been absolutely determined.

"Oh, yes!" Panca remembered something. He then took over the tablet from Panji's hand.

"Dutch, look. You'd love it, huh."

"Hm?"

Panji follows Panca's instructions to see the slide on the changed tablet. There was an empty room that seemed to be located on the ground floor. The room had many large glass windows. And from the window can be seen the view of the pool outside.

"This room is yours, whatever it wants to wear for what. Then, the pool outside will be filled with ornamental fish. Around the pool will also be made a garden," explained Panca showed other slides that showed various sides of the room. Initially, it will be used as a painting gallery to accommodate the Panji hobby. But, because of the incident last night Panca so rethink telling the truth.

"To sleep?"

Panca looked at her sister with a flat gaze, "If that's what's the point of you having a room?"

Panji thought again as he touched his chin, "Oh, music room?"

Father and Mother who were discussing work stopped.

"May as well," said Dad, thinking.

"What musical instruments do you want to fill?" This time the mother asked.

"Pianos."

With that one word alone they all fell completely silent. The piano. It was closely related to the wounds they were trying to avoid. A memory from the past they tried to forget.

"You sure?"

Panji grabbed his fork again and poked the fries on his plate. At first they thought Panji was ignoring Dad's question. But it turned out that the boy gave an answer after he finished chewing his potatoes.

"Why not sure? There's nothing wrong with the piano, is there?"

Is correct. There's nothing wrong with that. All this time, their hearts were troubled. So that everything that has the possibility will arouse the pain, they throw away one by one.

"Eksa and Siena, they're part of this family. That fact cannot be changed. No matter what, Eksa is my twin, Siena is my sister. It's not fair to them that we just forget that role. Right, right?"

Again, Panji was right. Those who leave are not because they want to leave. It must be in their hearts, both Pandu and Siena, to be able to stay with this family forever. At the end of their lives, when their last breath was breathed into the air, there must be a desire of his heart to live and live life here.

It seems like there is a new value in the loss that they received today. Because the loss is not only about those who are left behind, but also about those who leave. For the sorrow is not only for those who are lost, but also for those who are forced to be lost by circumstances.

Therefore, it is unfair to try to forget those who have gone. It was as if their presence had never mattered. They want to be remembered, they want to be remembered longer. They want people to know that they have been in this world. Have lived and lived life like everyone else.

And therefore, forgetting is not a wise choice to overcome sadness. Continue to live without regrets. Accept the situation and keep them alive in the depths of their hearts. That's the best choice you can make.

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