Like a Former Nail
Episodes 2.1
THE CTEK!
The dark accented room and wooden floor that gives the impression of masculine instantly becomes bright. A characteristic man with eyes that jutted inward like an eagle and angular fringe-haired stepped in, drew closer to the bed and slammed his body there until a creaking sound. His fingers began to squint at the tip of the base of the nose, a little dizzy. Then his body suddenly rose as his two manics caught something in the corner of the room.
Rion–his nickname–walking towards the left corner of the room. When carefully observed, there is a door that is blocked by a bookcase at height with wheels underneath. Rion drew closer to the cube, pushing slightly to the right until a wooden door could be clearly seen. Rotated door knobs to look a room 2 m x 2 m with some paintings on the wall, mannequins complete with fake hair, and a wardrobe made of glass.
Rion's legs approached a full body mannequin, his body wrapped in a special wardrobe of pregnant women who increasingly showed the doll's distended stomach. At first the mannequins were like other whole-body dolls with grooved bodies like Spanish guitars. But since the personality disorder called OCD appeared, Rion changed the bodies of the mannequins into potbellies with the help of a beach ball that slightly deflated and duct tape around the stomach, until the dolls look like women with four-month pregnancy.
“Healthy in your stomach Your mother, son,” watered Rion while rubbing the stomach of the mannequin.
A few weeks since stepping foot in the country with the nickname Lion Country five years ago, such speech and behavior suddenly appeared and he often did it. Maybe the person who saw it must have thought it was crazy. But for Rion, all of his actions were a form of impingement on the silence of the day, the day when he could only bow his head and let both of his parents make up his mind. Even then, not a single word was spoken from his mouth, let alone just to look towards the girl sitting on the lounge chair near the pool.
Sixteen years old is a golden time to develop talent and interest, but at that age Rion actually made a big mistake. Fuck him, he can do nothing, but obey all the wishes of his parents with all the silence. There is a fear that is so gnawing, making him reluctant to call for opinions that can threaten the luxury and pleasure obtained so far. It did not matter whether the figure felt hurt and persecuted. Then, from three weeks in Singapore until now, signs of regret began to attack him and caused the disorder to suddenly burst into his brain. Rion becomes obsessed with items that smell of pregnancy. No one knew about it, except for her male sister Riyan– and Bik Sumi who often cleaned the space.
In the room, there are five mannequins with various models of maternity clothes and distended stomachs arranged parallel in the middle of the room. In the right corner there is a glass cabinet with hangers of pregnant clothes various models in it, from rubber cotton pants to a variety of colors. On each side of the wall, there are paintings of pregnant women deliberately ordered to famous painters from Singapore and Indonesia.
Rion stopped stroking the mannequin's stomach, then moved his foot to the right corner of the room. Stand in front of the closet, observing for a moment before opening it. Rion's fingers traced the clothes hanging, as if enjoying the soft fibers of the fabric. Then his legs bent, his body crouched in front of two black boxes of similar size. The opening of the first box cover, there are many tablets, bottles containing drugs, and boxes containing milk powder specifically for pregnant women with various flavors.
Rion's lips slightly turned on a smile, revealing clean and neat white teeth, and his hand reopened the next box. The contents of this box are different from the first box. This box contains a black and white photo in the middle of which there is a cone blanket without pointy on it. There are dozens of photos from the age of one week that only form a small black dot until it is in the form of a complete baby's organs.
Jemari Rion took a photo of her favorite ultrasound, a photo of a seven-week-old fetus, which was the age at which the girl told her about her pregnancy for the first time. The photo shows an embryo beginning to form that is estimated to be 11-17 mm in size with the heart already fully formed and more perfectly, the nerves and muscles began to work together, and parts of the nose, lips, tongue, tongue, and teeth also began to form, and the forerunner of the eyes that look black without eyelids and the levers of the arms have been elbowed, while the fingers of the hands have been pointed apart from each other.
Suddenly Rion's originally crouched body became seated, and slowly the sound of sobs rang out. Every time he saw the USG photo, Rion could not hold back his tears, always wanted to come out when the shadow of his family meeting with the family of the woman broke through his brain, until little by little made his heart shrink sore. Indeed, Rion was very sorry to have let the girl bear it herself, even though they committed the sin both.
“Sorry... Sorry...,” Ogled Rion with the condition of covering the head with the knee. “I'm sorry, son! Ii'm sorry... Gebri!” he said it was almost inaudible, but the sound of stuffing was clear.
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“Cieee... Cieee... Rion Michael Fernandez and Lalisa Anastasya. Cie. cie... Always going everywhere. Cie... cie.. cie.. such as glue and stamps, nempel dudasss....,” led Asep to two figures who have just come with different looks, the, the man looks cute with a sharp gaze that is characteristic of him and the woman with a radiant face.
“Aaan anyway? Don't start it! We're just friends, really,” Lisa replied with a slight ketus, but could not hide the red tinge that adorned her cheeks.
Rion is not too pushy, instead sitting in front of Asep, right next to the baby face men who often become his partner tongkrong and partner of some of their college assignments, Kharisma. Rion's hands plucked the tempeh mendoan on a plastic bowl and enjoyed it, not heeding the conversation of Lisa and Asep who related his name.
“Logged out of Business Communication?” ask Kharisma while participating in picking tempe mendoan.
“Let's go to college again?”
“There. Half hour four.”
“Lecture substitute Bu Siska?”
Once again, Rion nodded his head.
“Are we on duty? Two weeks ago I was just absent,” nimbrung Asep while the grin is unclear.
“There,” replied Rion who again took the tempe mendoan all three.
Before coming to the Pomegranate restaurant located next to the parking lot of this lecturer, he and Lisa did have time to eat in the cafeteria of the Faculty of Industry, because they want to enjoy Mang Asep's chicken soto which is always tempting. But this temple mendoan Bu Kantin cannot be ignored. The taste is good and tender to make addictive.
“Agathered when?”
“While UTS.”
Asep snorted for a while, feeling a little annoyed. “His job is about what?”
“Proup paper.”
“Yon, I know you're always in good health. But can't if the matter of college like this, get rid of your attitude? Make me sprained,” said Asep mumbled, then his eyes glanced to the left side, towards the girl with shoulder-length hair. “And I was surprised, how could Lisa like a guy like you?” he continued by giving an amused look towards the girl beside him.
“What the hell lo, Sep? I don't like Rion, we're just friends,” Lisa chirps though a tinge of red is still visible on her face.
“Friends but friendly who go everywhere both. Where there is Rion, there is Lisa,” Asep chimps again while winking, intending to re-tempt the bebel girl.
“Aish... Watch out for yah!” lisa cried out in a hurry to hit Asep who was still flickering, still teasing him.
TUBS... BIKES... BUKS... Lisa hit Asep's body sadistically, making the man grimace in pain. The charisma in front of them just laughed. The view in front of him is quite interesting.