Mustika Serpent's Skeleton
Living in the House of Karel

"Come in. For a while, you stay here first, until things get back to safety." Karel smiled, then he ruffled my hair.

Ah, for a moment I forgot how bitter my life was, as that shady look again rained down on my heart. Here in the deepest corner of the heart.

***

In the early morning, Karel was reading the Holy Scriptures. I approached his room and sat down at the door.

Very melodious, so that unwittingly my tears pierced.

I had even forgotten how the letters were shaped, what else was told to read.

"I don't deserve to be in this house, but I have to go where" I realized.

"Rafe, why are you sitting there?"

"Eh .. anu ...," I replied nervously

"Anu what?"

"It's okay."

"Yes, already. You take a shower, I'll wait at the dinner table." Karel passed from my sight, occasionally looking back.

After Karel disappeared from behind the stairs, I took a breath that was suddenly tight, then ran into the room and locked the door.

Geck! Geck!

"Neng, sir is waiting at the dinner table."

"Yes Bik, a minute. I'm wearing clothes" I said from inside the room.

Not long after, I headed out to the dining room. Karel's t-shirt and training pants, that's my costume this morning. Because Karel had no sisters, and I couldn't possibly borrow the clothes of his housekeeper who was all jumbo-sized.

"Good, Rafe!"

"Yes?" many wonder.

"That's a shirt for my daleman, why wear it? Ow."

"Sorry Karel, Bik Milah said, You told me to wear your clothes. Yes, I wear it," I replied.

"Yes, I told Bik Milah. But not this one, Rafe. Bik .. bibik!" exclaim Karel.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Get me another shirt, if you can black one."

Bik Milah glanced at me, then changed her gaze towards Karel who looked visibly fretful, then she smiled as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Bibik why?" my question is full of search.

"Come, Neng. Let's change clothes first." Bi Milah took me into the room, then she told me to look in the mirror.

"Geez!" I was shocked, because the clothes I wore were very transparent.

After many days at Karel's house, we got closer. The first introduction was soul-stirring, until now I had been nearby, in the same house.

At every turn, Karel would talk to me, sometimes giving me small gifts of Silver Queen chocolates, or even a flower that he picked from a flower pot perched next to the terrace of the house.

If I am not aware, I enjoy the beauty, but when I realize who I am, it feels totally inappropriate.

I quietly entered into the room of Carrel, taking the book containing the five-time prayer rites and the prayer of Repentance. The room is very large and complete with antique furniture, there are several photos of his father and mother, as well as photos of who he is with. What was clear was that while staring at the photo, there was a strange feeling that suddenly struck my chest. Maybe jealousy? And again I tried to shake off that feeling, because once again I felt inappropriate.

"The cafe? What are you doing in my room?" Suddenly Karel was standing behind me.

"Here," I replied, revealing the book I was holding.

"Owh, do you want to learn the prayer of repentance?"

"Yes, Karel. I want to learn and may this repentance be accepted" I said.

I followed her steps, but still couldn't control my breathing when touched by Karel. His hand was so soft I felt, so warm. So I began to feel disgusted again in this self, unable to distinguish the touch of attention because of the hiba with the touch of a lover.

"ah! You're such a shame, Rafe," I snapped inwardly.

"Hey! Daydream again, 'ntar kesambet you know." Karel snapped his finger right in my face.

"No, I'm not daydreaming anymore. Just think about it, can you read using Arabic letters like this," I said pretend.

"There's a Latin letter. This one." Karel pointed at the part below him.

"Owh, yes, yes."

Time passed quickly, the clock was already showing at eleven o'clock in the evening, with a heavy heart and heavy steps leaving Karel's room. It feels good here, I feel peaceful. However, Karel told me to come out in soft language, still I felt different in my heart, wanting him to stay here, beside her.

"Tomorrow we continue to learn. Drug." Karel waved with a sweet smile that adorned her lips.

"But a little bit more has been memorized." I keep stalling.

"Eith, don't be naughty."

The deg!

Listening to the word naughty, my heart suddenly had a problem. The cracks started to fall apart, the bad memories came back from my brain, these eyes were heating up, and slowly my tears started to pool.

"Eh, I was wrong, huh?" ask Karel.

"No, forget it."

"What the hell? How did you sewot that?"

"Nothing, Karel. It was night time, too, I went to bed."

"Don't do it, Rafe. I'm not good, no." Karel held onto my shoulder as I began to step away from her room.

"Sorry to bother you, excuse me."

The atmosphere became silent, there was only the sound of my steps towards the next room. Karel was silent without a word, until I closed the door, then the sound of his bedroom door was also closed.

Catch the night in the dream contest, drenched in sweat when I buried my face under the pillow. I hope this breath stops. However, the feeling of tightness makes me pain, I finally remove the face from the pillow that was used to cover the face.

It's a little crazy for me tonight, so at that point my brain says it like that. It's okay not to take responsibility, end life why not first? Stupid, so big a mistake, make lost confidence in yourself.

The night was getting late, my eyes refused to close. Occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall, it was almost morning. What an acute insomnia, until the world laughs at me. However, I still wish on the morning sun, giving me warmth though uncertain. Because we won't know if it's raining or sunny tomorrow.

***

"Where's the cafe, Bik?" I heard Karel's voice behind the bedroom door.

"Not come out of this morning, sir. Bibik has called many times, but ...."

"Seriously, Bik?" karel asked to cut Bi Milah's words.

"Yes, sir." I heard Bik Imah saying stammering.

"Brafe! Open the door" cried Karel calling me.

I remained unmoved in bed, enduring the pain in my stomach because I had not eaten anything in the morning.

"Rafe, you're fine, right? Don't worry me, yeah."

"No duplicate keys, sir?"

"Nothing, Bik."

After Karel spoke to Bik Imah, the perverted atmosphere returned to silence, and ....

Braaakk!

The door finally broke due to a kick. I was strangled in shock, then gawked at the tense look on Karel's face.