MUSE
BIRTH MEANING
MUSE
EPISODE 1
BIRTH MEANING
\~It's been a poor defect anyway\~
“ARG...! HUH...! HUH...! ARG...!” that morning, my mother kept moaning in pain.
His stomach felt like it was sliced with a knife from within. His hands crumpled the bed linen until the bedsheet turned crumpled.
“Already Open 8, Mistress. You certainly can.” a nurse check already how far the lips of my mother's womb open at that time.
Papa watched Mama's condition anxiously, he did not move at all from the side of his wife who was crying out of pain.
“His head starts coming out, let's take a breath and start straining!” a doctor gave instructions to Mom to get me out immediately.
“OEK... OEK... OEK...” some time later finally the sound of my crying broke and sounded filled the room.
All eyes looked at me, but not the expression of happiness that was on the face of the doctor, the nurse, and my Papa. Except for an expression of shock and wonder at my circumstances.
Mama was trying to gather her strength to get up and look at me. His hands are pulling gently the sleeves of Papa's shirt.
“Where is he? I want to see her, I want to suckle her.”
Papa had hesitated to show me to Mama, probably afraid his wife would be disappointed and go into shock. But eventually Papa gave up because Mama kept whining. Papa gave the code to the doctor to hand me over.
Mama looked at me with her beautiful eyeballs, I felt a warmth enveloping my skin as our skin stuck together. His originally toned heart beat is now gradually stabilizing, making
my heart feels comfortable. My tiny mouth moved in search of the source of the milk, and I swiftly drank the water of my life.
Only Mama doesn't look at me differently, only Mama unconditionally smiles at me.
“Welcome to the world of my beautiful baby.” Mom kissed my tiny hand and whispered the words of prayer in my ear.
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My name is Cellena, in Greek it means moon. My family used to call me Lenna, and I'm a man with an inherited disorder called an albino.
What is ALBINO?? You must have heard of this when you were in school. Albino is a disorder in the production of melanin that makes sufferers lack of melanin or do not have pigment at all.
Yup, the tip of the hair to the tip of my toenails is white. Everything is white, my lashes are white, my eyebrows are white, only my eyeballs are different because they are bright violet.
You know, I mean my birth by grumbling and grumbling at God. Until finally, I began to see the beauty I had through a beautiful work of art.
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“Or I ask for leniency because of my condition, yes?” muttered. My shortcomings can always be made excuses when looking for leniency.
But I tepis kanganku. Don't I want to try to live a normal life like other kids? If I get leniency and do not follow OSEK, how can I get to know and have friends?
I wear a white shirt with long sleeves and a black skirt under my knees. My straight and long hair I pigtails into 5 parts, because it is so makeup today. OSEK's cruelty is slightly childish.
“Honey, breakfast is ready!” Mom screamed from below.
“Iya, Ma.I’m coming. ” I sent a backpack made of used grain bags and rushed down.
“Again, Ma... Morning, Pa...” I kissed Papa and Mama's cheeks.
“Hmm...” Papa only replied with a short deheman, his eyes still focused on the newspaper he read.
“Do not play with your food, Vin!” Mama told my sister not to stir the cereal for too long.
“I'm tired of eating cereal.” My sister pouted and was forced to spend a bowl of cereal in front of her.
“You want cereal too?” ask Mama.
“Ngak, Mom. This is it,” I replied while plucking a piece of toast.
I never knew why you would prepare breakfast alone every morning. There were a dozen waiters and cooks who could cook for us. But Mama prefers cooking simple dishes that she can. Cereals, fried rice, toast, and waffle is a menu that always accompanies us every morning.
“I leave first, yes,” say goodbye to the two of them, and ruffle my sister's hair before coming out.
“Don't forget the hat and sunblock!” mama's screams were still heard up to the gate of the house.
“A ready to go, Neng?” mr. Gino's smile made me smile.
Mr. Gino is my personal driver. Yes, I have a personal driver, personal assistant, and foster mother, but my foster mother has moved into the hands of my sister who is currently in 3rd grade Elementary. My sister also has her own driver and assistant. I come from a pretty decent family in this town. My father owned a paper mill, a wood-cutting factory and several other small businesses. Just try I was born from a poor family, maybe at that time my protest to God will be more and more so. It's handicapped, poor anyway.
I looked out the car window, a stretch of shady trees lined up along this metropolitan road. Fortunately the trees, although they can not speak at least they have color, color that makes their bodies become beautiful. The color I've always wanted.
What would my face look like if I had color, would I be beautiful?
Is everyone going to come near me?
Will everyone be my friend?
At least if I had the color, maybe my childhood wouldn't have been so miserable.
A childhood I wanted to forget and buried deep.
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