Child Marriage SMK
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The sun has come down from a height. It was as if he was about to say goodbye, extending a hand to all circumstances.

Maybe now around 17:00. Or 16:30, I don't know.

"l. Wanna come?"

Asked Giandra, when I was busy devouring the cornbasket making the mbok on the terrace.

"Where?"

I said, asking back with a mouth full of bakwan.

But Giandra just smiled and pulled his bike.

"Mbok Alena went for a while with Giandra."

I screamed running down the stairs to catch up with Giandra. I put the camera around my neck.

.........

We were walking down the street, which on our left and right side was a tea plantation.

Every now and then, Giandra glanced at me. Turns away.

Makes me astonished.

"Where are you taking me, An?"

My amazement.

However, Giandra still kept silent not saying a word. Letting my question go without an answer.

"Why don't we get on the bike? From earlier instead you just carry it around, but not used at all."

Oceh. Make his steps stop. I turned around, looking at him with a surprised look.

"l. Can't you enjoy this trip? Stop asking questions and make it seem completely meaningless."

Giandra looks serious.

Then he left first. The traditional clothes of Yogyakarta that he always wore made him really like a tough man. And I, back to taking pictures of her.

With a light brown blangkon and a bicycle he leads.

Makes Giandra look like a human being I want to keep looking at.

"Al, hurry up."

His shout, made me rush after his steps. And no matter which picture I take is good or not.

...................

Before long, me and Giandra got to a place. Still on the tea plantation, but I didn't think there was a tree this big here.

A big smile appeared on my face. Same with the man's face beside me.

After keeping his bike near a small tree near the road, Giandra quickly pulled my arm to bring the body closer to the tree.

"Hows it? You likey?"

Ask Giandra.

I looked at his radiant face.

"Emmm. Very Even."

Answer me. Look at the stairs made on the tree trunk.

"You wanna go up and see the contents? The view from up there is much more beautiful."

Giandra. Which I quickly nodded.

Giandra and I climbed into the tree house.

Really, I don't think that Giandra would invite me to go to a place like this.

But if I'm honest. This tree house is really beautiful. Especially when I get to the top. The beauty of this tree house is amazing.

The original brown color of the wooden board adds to the beauty of the blend of colors between the tree and this small house.

In the front corner, there was a pair of white doves in a cage whose door was not locked at all.

"Did they stay here?"

Ask me, in the nod to Giandra.

We also started to enter this tree house. It's really good.

Some butterflies and birds made of paper hang on the roof of this tree house. Several flower pots are also stored in every corner of this room.

"An."

Call me, surprised to see some photos on the corner there.

Yes, photos of us together. From the age of one year to the age of thirteen years. Although not often together but our parents always perpetuate it.

"Where did you get it?"

Ask me without looking at him. Because my two eyes are more interested in paying attention to the photo in front of me at this time.

The answer. Makes us meet face to face.

"Someone?"

"Emmm, uh,"

"Who?"

"Dava."

The answer is, it makes me think harder.

...................

"Gue asks that Lo not bother Naya anymore."

Said Radita who was enjoying her snack on the sofa, when ka Ell who had just returned past him.

The man's tough steps stopped. Staring sharply at Radit's eyeballs.

"Suckhead."

ka Ell said and left Radit. It was obvious that Radit was so angry at the words. But as much as possible he held back his anger.

Brakes

Ka Ell slammed her bag on the floor very hard.

Bugh

He kicked the legs of the bed, and the closet. Forgetting his emotions on all the items on the study table.

"Fuck Lo dit. Aaaahhhh."

"Aaaaaah."

Frustrated scream. No matter how much he tried to vent his anger by destroying something. Keep crying winners as a tranquilizer.

He was cornered in the corner of the bed, shuffling his hair and some hitting the floor with his fists that were now no longer energetic.

"Sister really loves you Na. Brother doesn't want to lose you again hik."

Said sobbing.

Tired of everything she did, ka Ell hugged herself with a sob that was becoming more and more.

Who can remain resilient, if our desperate foundation is solid will suddenly be destroyed by someone we love. What can we do? Stop loving her? And make him regret doing that? Feel it's impossible.

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"Yes. Dava my uncle."

Reply Giandra. Looking at yourself who still do not believe what he said.

I exhaled and stared at the expanse of tea gardens from the balcony of this tree house.

There was no more conversation between us after Giandra explained the relationship between him and Dava.

Beautiful, Yogyakarta really made me fall in love. Whatever is in this city always makes me feel at home and want to stop by.

"So. Since when did you make this tree house?"

Ask me a curious.

"One year ago,"

Replied Giandra smiling knot.

"Why did you decide to make it?"

For a moment, Giandra fell silent and looked at my face fixedly.

"To treat the longing that messed up because of you. To treat tiredness that stopped because of reality that can not be refuted. To enjoy the twilight with a wish in order to meet."

He said, making me look at him with a serious look. Again Giandra smiled, and turned his gaze to the tea plantation.

"Huh. I just want to have a rest area. By ourselves. A place to calm the mind, or just to share a story with twilight."

Added.

"What story?"

Ask me, the more curious.

"Bahitan life. My unpreparedness for reality."

"You mean An?"

"Huh. Never mind, there is no need to discuss things that only make you think harder. Especially if it's because of me."

"Why?"

"Look, the twilight has come."

He said, making my netra switch and rightly so. Dusk has arrived, very beautiful and pampering the eyes. Quickly, I'm taking a picture of this atmosphere. Although I was actually very curious about the contents of Giandra.

There was a fret on Giandra's face, but he was still selfishly hiding it from me. There was a chest rumble that he was controlling. But he kept it clean hard not to show it. There was a fear that stabbed him, but he was still silent, not asking for help from me. There was pain running through his body, but he still enjoyed it without sharing.