Escape Soul Raga
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Gheya recalled again, the slander of the irresponsible humans. How they made fun of Gheya, making him leave the house. It all started from the incident at school, which made the world misunderstand him.

"Don't mind people talking, look you're so tangled. From the beginning I knew that you had a problem. Although your actions, do not look flashy at all." said Asti.

"It's okay Mom, life is so." replied Gheya.

Still she covered up, reluctant to tell the surroundings. Not knowing why, it feels free to talk. But if silence continues he tormented, with patience that feels painful.

Gheya stepped foot to buy food, it was time for lunch. Time does run without feeling, passing through the circulation of the sun. The days feel short, if busy with activity.

"Bang, buy the siomay bricks one yes" said Gheya.

"Yes, egg or not?" friendly answer.

"Yes, use eggs" said Gheya.

"Wait a minute, I make it first." he replied, casually.

Gheya sat in a chair, while waiting for the food to be made. A few minutes later, the order was ready. Gheya returns to the fry shop, then offers Asti's mother a meal.

"You don't want a brick?" haggard Gheya, with a friendly.

"May, may, taste one spoon yes." Asti's mother took a spoon.

Asti continued his words. "Hmm.. Good as well Gheya. Buy at Kang Upri's place, right?"

"Hmmm.. don't know Mom, all that matters is buying." Gheya.

"The most important thing is to fill the stomach yes" Asti said.

"Yes. I didn't even think of asking her name." replied Gheya.

It was getting late in the afternoon, time for Gheya to return to kosan. Arriving at his residence, Gheya replied to a message from his friend. Not to forget also serve his sister, who sent a message to him.

"Sister, I miss you! I want to play badminton again." Gheya rubbed his phone screen.

The sound of the incoming boarding motor, it is normal. But giggles from them, which makes Gheya uncomfortable. Why, from the beginning Gheya was not calm. Lazy with people, who talk too much.

”I don't feel comfortable here. It feels uncomfortable, really want to be alone.” Inner Gheya.

They live right next to Gheya's room. Of course, his voice will be heard in the ears. While the person opposite the door of Gheya's room, more look cute and silent. It feels more comfortable, for him who wants to be alone.

He looked towards the ceiling of the room, which was completely plain without any sketches. Gheya fell asleep for a long time, too, having chosen to ignore him. It was morning, with no sound of chickens crowing.

"Wake up Gheya, let's get excited! Time for work again." Gheya monologue.

Today Gheya wears a black dress, with floral motifs. Not to forget anyway, wearing a black skirt suit. And Bilim went out of his house.

"Gheya, you're beautiful today." praise Bilim.

"Sorry, there's no pennies." Gheya replied casually.

"Yeah, not a busker!" bilim.

"Eat him, don't munchalin people's children." replied Gheya.

"It's not a dreadlocks, it's a compliment" Bilim said.

"Oh that's it." replied Gheya, who chose to speak in her perfunctory manner.

By throwing that sentence, it might shorten the pleasantries of the compliment. Not flying, but feeling fed up of myself.