Imagery
section 4

The night wind awakens itself from sleep with the wound still wet

" hoaiy"

I squirm this body to satisfy the satisfaction after falling asleep

The wall clock that was right in front of my view finally made me realize that this was still entering midnight.

Wounds that are still wet feel a little sore when this arm moves. I found the door wide open, but none of my father or mother could be heard inside the house. Have they not come home yet?

I checked all the rooms in the house but rightly, neither father nor mother were in it.

" hhh I'll just lock this door, just keep in mind there will be people in if this door is not locked"

I then locked the main door of the house and went back into the room to resume sleeping which was not yet fully made fresh.

I lay this body again with a tilted position, I slowly face the arms that still have patches of blood that dry out.

I smiled, looked at the wound and thought for a moment

" thank you for your blessing wound I can turn my inner wound to you and thank you for me, for still being able to breathe oxygen even though I can't breathe a sigh of relief"

I again stroked the scribbled wound from the small needle and then calmed down in the middle of the night and began to fall asleep closing the day full of wounds

My ears hear the knocking of the door from outside the house, maybe it's one of the father or mother has returned.

I rushed to the door and began to immediately observe the voice calling my name to find out who it was.

" shortly sir, I'll open it"

I said while wiping my two eyelids that still felt sore and slightly watery

" you have been opening the door for a long time! I'm tired of knowing!"

Seen the body of the father staggering to and fro, his hands propped up on the wall so that he did not fall.

" are you drunk?"

I asked to make sure the circumstances were supposed to be right.

" aghhh what the hell are you stepping aside there"

Several times I refuted the body of the father who almost fell but he was always reluctant with my help and instead told me to immediately go from before him. But I didn't pay attention to what he asked, I waited for him to get to his bed to make sure he was okay tonight.

" are you nauseous sir? Going to the bathroom?"

I asked worriedly and doubtfully all the events of the afternoon would make everything this destructive.

" daddy told you, right? You're fine, you don't need your help! You've already gone there to sleep and don't bother you anymore!"

The father's orders confirmed everything, I walked towards the room while remembering everything they said earlier this afternoon, it's not usual for you to come like this and even this is the first time I've seen you drink intoxicating liquor.

" where's mom? Why don't you come home this late and if you're still in the cafe it's not possible until this late"

My feelings are getting less and less due to facing the question of not being answered by anyone.

" i'd better find a mother where you work, I'll tell you how you are now. Maybe you'll be ready to go home "

I was ready to tidy up the messy hair that fell asleep earlier, and wore a black sweater to cover the wounds I had to hide

I pedaled again my bicycle slowly, seen on the right side of my left many vehicles and then passed by the lighting that departed.

" maybe you're there, I don't know if you're not there, I'm gonna have to look for her somewhere else"

I wish I thought of everything even though I was paddling

Finally in front of my eyes cafe with full of lights kernap shining dazzling eyeballs. I parked this paddle bike on the side of the road, I set this foot one by one even with doubts and fears to meet strangers.

" mother...?"

I looked at the people in this place one by one, looking at their faces to find my mother. But honey, I can't seem to meet you here, because she's not here.

With a heavy heart I set my foot back to get out of this cafe

A bag carried by a woman in a red dress accidentally hit me

" sorry I didn't accidentally"

Who's wrong but for me at a time like this my heart is racing to think about what he's going to think about my bad behavior.

By taking the bag lying below I immediately cleaned it and patted it so that the dust attached to it disappeared.

Immediately the woman who owns the black bag took it from politely as if my fault would not always be bad as my fault before.

" gapapa gapapa, anyways I was hit too focused on my phone"

The lady in the red dress

" wait wait for the feeling I've seen you, but who are you?"

Asked the woman who made me re-assert if I knew her.

" this is mom's mom's friend, huh?"

" oh yeah yeah new inget, you image his son mbak barrel yes?"

" uh yeah mbak"

My short answer confirmed the conjecture of the woman who became the mother's friend

" what image is it here? Same mother?"

" no kak image actually looking for mother, late at night mother has not yet returned home. My father was also not feeling well so I intend to invite my mother here"

I obviously did that woman

" but your mom's gakesini deck"

" what does it mean, Bak?"

" yes your mother tonight is a gakesini at all"

" can you please call my mother? Who knows, I'll tell you later"

" oh okay well wait ya"

How happy I am even though mother's news is not necessarily I get from him but at least I can try first.

About five minutes I was standing right in the same spot, waiting for the real news of my mother

" deck"

Call that woman to me

" i'm sorry from earlier brother called but rich mother's phone is not active"

" oh so yes mbak, papapa thank ya mbak have helped me"

Because my search did not produce any results, I finally decided to leave this cafe

Steady again this bike is on the edge of a crowded street, as many as my thoughts about today.

How about tomorrow when I have to face the test, while this morning I can't follow it. And how will the minds of those who see me fall unconscious for sure they will think that I am so much better off because of punishment, I am afraid they are talking about me behind my back.

Even though I've been at school for almost four months, I can't find anyone to be my best friend.It's only natural that I'm spotty, ugly, poor, poor, gabisa follows the current trends like they are out there and usually I just become a mockery of them and for me it is common.

" aghhh please brain! Please don't make things worse by thinking about things I won't find the answer to, come on don't overthink "

On a sturdy bike I finally realized myself to be calmer until I got home

" take the nafass in the citt.and slowly dispose of the land...."

" hufftts"

Putting my bicycle next to my house, my eyes realized that the door that had been closed had opened. I began to guess whether the father who came out or the mother who entered..