Gia'S Notebook
The inner child
The next morning I rushed back to school. Every day I go through breakfast, I'm so lazy to sit with these vile humans.
Mom never cooked, or gave me provisions. Not like my sister who gets all the affection.
It was Bi Ina who always gave me provisions, whether it was just a piece of sandwich, fruit, rice and side dishes. I really like it. Because he knows I don't want breakfast.
Like today during her busy day, Bi Ina still took the time to make provisions for me.
Lately he's never told me to eat breakfast again, maybe he's bored.
I went down the stairs and saw them, my sister and my mother laughing. Very happy for your life, brother.
I haven't introduced my sister, by the way.
Her name is Shylla Abbie Shahab. Currently he is 13 years old, which is none other than 1st grade Junior High. I'm used to the difference in attitude you give me. Like a stepson and a birth. Like that's.
The figure of a woman is spoiled for her attitude, and always rebellious if her desires are not fulfilled. Shylla can scream like crazy. All the stuff on the table, he dropped it because of the overflowing emotions. Exactly like mom. It's annoying and noisy.
His heart was full of hatred, why? First, the whisper of the mother devil. The second is not without cause, the achievements I have. He's not as smart as I am. Wait for.. That means not as strong as I am.
Like the daughter of the empress, if she makes a mistake even her value drops dramatically. I just said, "It's okay baby, you've done your best."
Envied? No, not at all. With a strong mental endurance from birth, hearing the words of such a mother, it felt like I wanted to vomit. I'm not lying.
Shylla hated me ever since the neighbors of the house and her friends, started comparing her to me. I heard it myself.
Like, "Why not like your brother?",
" Why are you different from him?".
Shylla's fate is not much different from mine, but she is always given the energy of love. While me? Dad's gone.. My house is gone even the whole inside, everything.
Huhhhh.. All right, back to the story.
I ignored them and continued walking to the exit, but Auntie called out to me.
" Good morning non beautiful, this I make provisions for non Gia, do not forget to eat yes non.."
" God bi. don't bother. Gia's gonna eat aunty's lunch, thank you very much huh".
" Yes non, same". A very kind and sincere woman.
I left with a private driver, as usual. I wanted to walk, so that there would be a little freedom. But my mother always forbade it.
Yesterday I had the chance to go home by myself, because the driver was sick and I couldn't pick me up because he was going home late. He said he had business with the client. A fortune to me.
" Morning of non Gia.." Said a driver named Mr. Tio.
" Morning is also Mr Tio, how are things now sir? is it human?".
" Alright then, let's go sir".
" good".
In the middle of the journey, I looked out blankly. I thought about how good the outside world was, and could be free as I wished. Not always learning, learning, and learning. Inner me tired.
Then I saw a mother who was selling a plastic windmill, funny.
Without long I asked Mr. Tio to stop for a moment.
" sir.. Mr. Tio stop first in front ya".
" What's the matter non? Not going where?".
" Promise, just a minute".
I approached the mother who was not far away. There are so many different shapes and colors.
" Excuse me ma'am, I want to buy the toys".
" Thank God, someone bought, yes neng can please choose first". The mother smiled and her eyes sparkled.
" Mmm??.." After taking a look, my gaze immediately fixated on one of them, making me feel deja vu.
" I want to buy this one ma'am, how much will it cost?"
" 15,000 neng".
" This is the money". I gave him a piece of money of 20,000, I was willing to set aside some of my savings just to obey the inner child in me.
The inner child makes me feel like a child. However, whatever the circumstances I have to treat it myself.
" Take it back". My speech. Seeing the mother having trouble finding change in her bag. Sales are also seen to be a lot.
My heart was moved to see that mother. I think I want to buy all the merchandise. I really want to help a lot of people who are less capable.
" really? Thank you very much neng".
" Yes ma'am, you're the same.. Then excuse me".
I left him and went back into the car. Mr. Tio saw the toys I brought. And smile.
" It's non?".
" Um.. Already been". I don't know if I'm a little confused by Mr. Tio's attitude, he's not talking about the toys I bought. Strange enough, a human my age bought a little toy. Right, guys?