Elvarette Shiro
Episode 11: Dark
In the end, everything will change!
They've guessed that I got a message from the light. Now it's up to me to choose, to be a guard like Ohba and his friend. The next day, I told my troubled heart, including the dark story of my life that made me reluctant to trust people.
“Son, what makes you feel restless?”
“I am reminded of my sister and my past, I am ashamed to admit it.”
“Tell me as necessary if you feel ashamed of my son, here the secret is always awake like a rock at the bottom of the ocean.”
“But, do you want to listen to my life story that is so sad?” “Nista is one of the roads leading to my son's holiness.”
“Relax Elvy, this time I will not read your mind before you yourself tell it.” Ohba.
“Alright, I'll tell you my dark story before I meet Uncle Khidr. It all started with the loss of my sister, Serena.”
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The rain of pain still continues to wet the paved road, back and forth people try to run from the reality of the increasingly fast running when the rain begins to subside. Only a handful were still accompanying the silence of the night, at that time, I was sheltering with a tiny tassel-brimmed umbrella waving waiting for the train. So I rushed into the station and closed the umbrella I was wearing.
At that time, the old garden clock near the station showed at 21:15 with brass bells that echoed remind humans when the night was tired of seeing the busy children of Adam who forgot the time. But for some reason the old clock was reluctant to throw me out, a little girl dressed in all white, the old clock knew the story of the plight I experienced that was then still shoulder-haired.
Night is always good at hiding sad and sad stories, as my dark story, the little girl who always wears a red ribbon in red hair. The red ribbon in the shape of a lily that at least gives hope for a beautiful dream, although on top of my red hair is full of bad memories that blaze like fire. I have to accept this harsh reality that befalls me, a girl who has lost her love and purity.
If children my age can laugh freely with their parents, who are always beside them anytime and anywhere. I must be content with what he has, empty promises and lies. Only those two have always accompanied me through this false life. The promises my parents made were actually just bitter gulali for me and Serena to become obedient girls.
I'm used to the lies of my parents and the environment. Mother lied when the father worked, although in fact the father separated from the mother because he could not stand the difference of opinion in the household. My father was too rigid with his stance on his community seeking mass in the name of heaven, while my mother was too ambitious to pursue a name at work.
Both of them do not want to budge, both attach importance to their respective ambitions. All looking for fame to forget there are we who need attention, especially my sister who is getting weaker and weaker. Until disaster struck one of them, my father was deceived by the people he trusted the most. All the money and his followers were taken by him. Destroyed the reputation he had built. While the story of my mother is not much different from my father who was deceived. It's just not losing its good name.
Day after day passed, my father kept himself locked up in his room, now my mother who became our backbone. Daylight always works to raise money to treat Serena. Serena is not like other children who can play outside, her illness makes her fragile. I'm the only one who accompanies him to play and study, every time I go home from school is my time to look after him until mom comes back.
Maybe it's a boring activity for some people, especially for kids like me. But how? We always live far away from others and trust only our people. I barely know what a playmate is in our flat, so no doubt if I used to fantasize the world like a glass screen. We are limited in what we see and what we know.
Until one day, my father took me to his acquaintance. A teacher of his faith who always wore an all-white robe with a long grey beard. We met in a place I didn't know a stranger with a dark face without a ray of hospitality. I did not think strange at that time, just obey my father's request. Unfortunately this heart was afraid of the wild views of the people around.
From here the lie began, unimaginable to me if I became collateral for my father to pay his past debts. A nightmare I won't remember all my life, that place became my eternal fear. The black-floored white room took everything away, I could only cry over what happened. My body is torn by the hands of good masked evil, now every night I am a slave to the lust of the hunters.
I wanted to give this to my sister, but I knew it would be bad for her condition. Then mother? He hasn't even been home for weeks. I don't know where he went. So I can only be quiet until confession comes, but when? I don't know until when. I'm sick of all this.
Lying for lying I have often heard and seen as the cinema of garbage that appears on the glass screen. I can only smile cynically at the world while crying deeply. What he was going through was only the mace in his mortal life. In the end, everything will change, whether towards good or bad. In my story, dark became a journey of life that I had to go through.
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Arafis did not think about what my father did, between anger and pity mixed. It felt like he wanted to beat her up, but the wise man forbade her. He knows this is a test for me and an important lesson for everyone. Then she asked me to continue my story further about what happened to my father, mother, and Serena who expressed her desire to meet me. Then I continued my story of the man who was supposed to protect me.