Metallmorphosis
CHAPTER 5. Speech Is The Sharpest Weapon In The World.

“You're not home?” Joham asked after delivering lunch to Zinnia. Though Joham is lazy to deliver food especially this afternoon is drizzling rain. He even had to stop several times at the store in order to wait for the rain to subside.

At first, he wanted to order through online services. But he was worried about his friend. After all, he had to persuade Zinnia to go home. Or the girl will get in more trouble later.

Immediately Zinnia shook his head. He opened the rice package with tongseng that had just been brought by Joham.

“You should go home, Jin.”

“Miss.”

“You can get more problems if you keep this up.”

“Biarina. I don't give a shit. At best also just hit this slap.”

“Most? In the slap Jin?” Joham was astonished to hear as if a slap was not a painful thing for Zinnia.

“Udah often, Joo. Ud immune to my cheeks.” Zinnia answered while chewing his food.

Joham could only sigh in disbelief. “I don't want to. You should go home. This abis I'm taking to your house.” Forced Joham. He looked firmly at the girl.

Zinnia seemed resigned to that compulsion. He tried to keep eating his food.

It felt very lazy when he had to ride on a motorcycle owned by Joham. The man had even perched there. But he had no choice. He should still go home.

Joham drives his motorcycle at medium speed. On the way, Zinnia did not open his voice at all. The girl was silent even after she reached her front of the house.

Security at Zinnia's house immediately opened the gate when he saw Joham and Zinnia. This time, Joham did not enter and only stopped in front of the security post to bring down Zinnia.

“Kok is not in, Mas?” Ask Mr. Tio.

“No, Sir. There is still a lot of work on it.” Answer Joham kindly.

While Zinnia, he still locked his mouth tightly. He always thanked Joham when he was brought home. But this time, he just immediately slid into the house without even looking at Joham. It seems he was upset that the man forced him to go home. He did not even care when the sound of Joham's motorbike started to move away from his home.

Zinnia glanced towards the car garage at the front of his house. His parents' car was still there. That means his father and mother are at home. Makes him more reluctant to go inside.

Slowly, Zinnia started pushing the main door after he had long stood in front of him. Consider the decision between going in or going back out of there.

He bent his head and then stepped back. I hope I don't meet my mom or dad.

“Great huh? Girls were crawling outside all night. Up to the police station all.” His mother's voice came from the direction of the living room sofa. Zinnia had to stop his steps.

Arsa got up from her seat and walked over to her eldest daughter.

Plaque!

“What do you want to be, Zinnia?!!!!” Arsa screams full of emotion. He seems to have run out of sense to discipline his daughter.

Zinnia was silent. No pussing let alone responding. In such a condition. Silence was his best weapon against his mother's wrath.

“Mama has run out of ways to teach you. You're a girl, Zinnia. Act like a girl. Don't be ashamed of your family for your work. Try it like your sister. What do you really want to be? This old one still hasn't changed. You are in love don't know?! Until when do you want to be a burden Mama with Papa?!”

Deg.

A burden?

This time, Zinnia was already unable to bear the humiliation. He lifted his face and looked angrily at his mother. The feeling of wanting to rebel was already on the edge. If only he had not seen his father come out of the room, he might have gone berserk uncontrollably.

“You have no shame what about? Back and forth to the police station? Good thing Papa and Mama have influence, so you never get to jail though. You are less money what?” Hanafi cheated on his wife. Charge all wrongs to his daughter.

The walls of Zinnia's feelings are getting thickened. Trying to protect the core from getting hurt.

Utterances. It is the sharpest weapon in the world. Its sharpness exceeds the sword of Damascus belonging to Saladin Al-Ayubi which is famous as the sharpest sword in the world.

And Zinnia, how many times has he been torn apart by that word. Not from anyone else. But from his own family.

He had indeed heard that some parents are cruel and like to beat their children to discipline them.

I don't know, clearly, Zinnia's heart is not intact when it comes to his family. He has no good memories with them. All he remembers, he always gets pinches and punches even when Navya grabs his toy. Because he is an older brother, he is required to always succumb to whatever Navya wants.

“Zinnia tired, Ma, Pa. Zinnia wants to go to the room first.” Lirih. He did not want to look at his father and mother and continued to walk up one by one stairs to go to his room on the top floor.

“This you, basically bengal. Dikasih tau not horrin, even in stay go!” Arsa still sounds ranting.

Zinnia held out her ears. He went into his room and immediately threw himself on his bed. He looked at the ceiling of his room with the face of April Lavinge that filled almost the entire ceiling area.

Slowly, he grabbed the earphones from the top of the nightstand and put them on the ear. He played metal songs until he no longer heard his mother scream. His head began to nod. And he began to shout silently following the voice of the singer. He even raised his hand to shake. However, tears still flowed from both of his neutrals.

He was running away. Zinnia was hiding among the loud music that deafened his ears. Metal music is a place to hide. He was emptying his heart even though his tears were flowing through his ears.

Loadings. It turns out that all this time he was only considered a burden by his father and mother. For a moment, he doubted his status as the biological child of the Hanafi family.

Isn't it enough to teach him a lesson at 25? Violent parents who beat their children will stop beating when their children grow up.

But Zinnia, he is still trapped in the psyche of children who still continue to get painful treatment. He could not get out of the cactus desert that surrounded him. And no one could save him from the desert.

Because the person who will save him, must dare to cut down cacti whose duration is ready to hurt at any time.