Mustika Serpent's Skeleton
The Role of Rafe

The splashing water roared on the roof that had begun to weathered and rust. The smell of soil evaporates from the floor that is not cemented even a moment.

Moreover, the walls made of woven bamboo, have begun to reot and almost collapsed.

I miss the atmosphere that used to be, where at that time I could still sleep on a mattress and blanketed, even if only made of flour sacks. Now there is nothing to wear. Since the tragedy two years ago, I have lived a long time. Because my mom and dad died at the scene of the fire. Yes, it was all due to his own mistakes. Time and time again my mother forbade me not to play matches, but I did not listen. Pretend to be deaf, flinching in the corner of the kitchen. Until there was a fire because of me.

Duaaar!

The LPG gas cylinder exploded, Mother and Father were asleep, charred toast. While I survived. Though the one who should have died, was me, because the distance with the tube was only a few meters away.

Maybe God punished me. Letting live in solitude, without parents and without relatives. Only a few people care about me. Sometimes it was fed by Om Rendra, who also gave me this place to live. It was only occasionally, because Om's wife Rendra was not as good as her. So, he only stole the opportunity when his wife was caught off guard.

"Rafe's hungry, huh?" om Rendra asked, then I replied with a faint nod.

"Om has fried rice, here. You eat, yes," said Om Rendra.

"Yes, Om. Thank you very much" I said, grabbing a plate made of plastic in Om Rendra's hand.

Live hard, die not want. Maybe that's how I was in the eyes of Om Rendra's wife. After his name, he hates me so much, even he always says me as a bitch in his life.

***

Thirteen years have passed, with the help of Om Rendra, I finally graduated also from High School.

"Congratulations, yes, Rafe. Finally you graduated with the highest grade," said Om Rendra while amazed.

"It's all thanks, Om. If it wasn't for Om Rendra, maybe I'd never have tasted what's called school. Thank you very much, Om. I will not forget the merits of the family," I said with eyes that had begun to glaze over.

Aunt Yanti only snorted in annoyance, while listening to my conversation with om Rendra. Because all this time, he never wanted to deal with me, what else to spend money on my education costs. However, it is not all available for free. I was treated like a slave, though sincere in helping with homework, cooking, and taking care of the fields and livestock every time I came home from school. It still did not make Aunt Yanti feel satisfied. He always yelled at me, scolded me, and even physically abused me.

"Basic child does not know himself!" That's what always comes from Aunt Yanti's lips, when I make a mistake. Many more hurtful words, which I will never forget.

Now enough is enough, after this I will find a job in the city. Armed with a high school diploma, I kept swinging my pace. With passionate enthusiasm, optimists look at the future that is waiting there.

It didn't take long for me to be accepted into the second largest garment company in Indonesia. The beauty that I have, brings to the position of a model. Initially only moving in the field of finishing, until good destiny approached me. Starting from a photo shoot offer for a model of clothes that will be pointed, until occasionally I was seen on a private television station.

"Rafe, huh?" scold someone from behind, while I'm in the make-up room.

"Yup. Mr Qenan, huh?" I was hesitant, because I did not expect that the owner of this company came to see me.

With a friendly and alluring smile, Qenan said, "Yup, greetings, yes."

I was immediately lulled in a dream for a moment, if only he liked me, of course there is no need to tire of working hard like this again.

Since that day, Qenan who usually rarely stopped by this branch of the company, now he comes every day, sometimes even twice a day.

"Don't, Mr. Qenan is again stalking someone," Yosi guessed at Mila half-whispering.

I listened to it, immediately feeling the kegeeran. Because at noon yesterday, Qenan deliberately approached me.

"Of course, it seems that I must act immediately, so that Qenan is not being treated by that Yosi, my rival," my mind said and began to think of going the instant way.

The night breeze started to blow, it felt piercing through my entire pore.

Qenan, her face was dancing in this corner, her smile was driving me crazy. For the second time I felt like and in love, after being spotted by Alif, the lilok merchant.

The relationship with Alif did not last long, it only lasted two months, he cut ties with me only because I asked too much for this and that. I think it's only natural for a woman like that, but Alif instead said I'm a matre woman and not good at being grateful.

"We broke up!" snapped Alif, by the side of the road and witnessed by some cilok buyers, he dropped my pride.

"What reason?" I asked while looking at him.

"I'm tired, Fe. You never understood my position. I'm just a shabby merchant, not a director."

"Continue?"

"Yes, break up. I can't keep up with what you're asking for, mending you look for another man."

"okay! If that's your reason, I accept," my son endured the pain in his heart.

"okay!" reply Alif without any guilt on the look on his face.

"I can get more guys than you!"

"Please," he said flatly.

***

"Mental men kere is so," rutukku after arriving in indekos.

I went straight into the bathroom and flushed away the body that felt so limp. After the shower, I put my body on the bed while playing the phone.

Facebook is the main goal to drive out saturation. I checked several accounts on the friend list, these eyes were immediately fixed on a post. He wrote a true story, without shame and without regard to the nyinyiran of netizens, he bluntly opened disgrace on the homepage. The point is, he managed to get loved ones by using the services of a shaman sakti, which is located not far from the area where I live.

"Fake account? Uh! What's wrong with trying such a thing," I murmured.

Back I scroll the post, many who commented blasphemy to let out harsh words, which made my stomach ache to hold back laughter.

"Bodo was so with their response, they just did not know what it was like to be dumped and love people who could not possibly be obtained. This story is certainly very interesting to me" I muttered again with a grin.