My Secret Alora's

My Secret Alora's
Gulali


18 Years is an age where things get more complicated and out of control, is this what it feels like to grow up? Increasingly suffer?


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The sound of breath in the cloudy morning emerged from the simplest house in the complex. The sunlight that blinded his eyes and also the alarm that did not get tired sounded, still ignored the long-haired girl even though he knew she would be late to school.


Alora is expected to be late for school even though today is the last day of the midtest. The girl was lucky she was not punished, but her attendance points were reduced by 1.


After the exam, Alora looked pensive on her bench. Many things disturbed his mind. He did not even realize Andre was sitting next to him exchanging with Lia.


The young man seemed to be tilting his head wanting to see Alora's face more clearly.


"Alora?" Call Andre.


"Is the cave dead?" Alora muttered involuntarily.


"Loe, what's the talk?" Andre was shocked to hear Alora's words while patting Alora on the shoulder.


"Huh?" Alora finally woke up.


"Loe has a problem?" Andre looked worried. 


"What?" Reply Alora.


"We eat yok!"


The young man did not continue his question, he thought maybe now was not the right time to ask.


Actually two days ago, after the incident Mila found out that Alora was her, the attitude of the girl began to change.


Two days earlier


Alora had just walked out of the library and was sitting for a while on a bench on the edge of a stone table with a backpack on her shoulder. He just stared blankly at the students who came home from school.


His phone suddenly shook, his mother called


"Alora, mama needs money please send money! Same says papah you don't call mama again, mama wants a divorce!"


"What does mama mean?"


"Mama can't continue to live poor as you, mama want to start a new life"


"Well please don't gini mah!"


"Don't forget to send 3 million, you need to divorce your grandmother!"


"But maaah." said Alora stopped when the phone call was closed Anita.


Alora's mentality was shaken, the affection she wanted to get would be gone forever. All this time he really wanted to be loved by his parents like they loved his sister. So the girl kept quiet and kept working without asking her parents to admit it and praise her at least once.


Mila came with two friends. The girl sat in front of Alora with a haughty attitude.


"So you're Alora? Leech girl who just stuck to benefitin Andre? Tau loe poor cave right? Hence loe godain Andre and pacarin him" the sharp words from Mila's tongue deeply stuck in Alora's heart.


The girl in the car was just silent, not wanting to pay attention.


"Shut up? Do you know shame? Do you have no self-respect?" Mila just kept blaming Alora.


Alora directed the look in her eyes towards the person who hurt her feelings.


"Loe!" That naughty index finger was plastered for real in front of Alora's eyes.


Alora's gaze grew sharper, yet still held back her emotions.


"Certainly this is the wrong cave?" Alora finally replied to the girl in front of her.


"Loe's still unconscious? Loe doesn't know herself! Crazy loe!" Mila's dirty words can't be filtered.


"Yes! You just found out the crazy cave? If you want Andre, try to take it from the cave" said Alora firmly and then went to step home.


At the gate, someone pulled his hand again, as we know the person was none other than Beni. That psyco can never change.


Alora who was dragged looked resigned with glasses eyeballs. Finally his hands were loose upon arriving at that deserted school field.


"Loe can't be nice? Or just a cave that is too hopeful loe?" Said the girl in a sad tone putting on that flat face.


"Loe has to help the cave!" Said Beni who was completely insensitive to see Alora who mentally had been shaken twice.


"The cave won't help you!" Alora answered and blinked her eyes so that the clear liquid that was blocking did not fall and was about to leave. But what can make his steps stopped again.


"Loe's getting braver with the cave? Because loe near the same bokap cave? Da? The cave said stop disturbing the cave!" Beni ended her sentence with a snarl.


"Gua tau loe ask bokap grotto pay in the cost of caring for grandma loe! But you don't want to help his son's cave? Loe pellet bokap cave?"


Alora suddenly laughed out loud but was also sad at the same time.


"After all this time you still think dirty about the cave? After all the loe makian that the cave received? It's true that people won't change!" Alora said and then came back flat-faced.


"Loe thinks only your life is precious? In the eyes of the cave loe must be just a chunk of ice that can loe lairin and loe destroyed as you like, right?"


Beni fell silent as a clear liquid just flowed from the tip of the girl's eyes.


"Please don't disturb the cave today!" Firmly Alora who was mentally shaken three times in a day.


***


That afternoon Alora went home to her grandmother. He thought to calm his mind by tightly hugging his grandmother.


Alora opened the front door of the house and entered and found no one in it. There was a sound of someone from grandma's room until she directed her steps there.


"Oh, until when do we just keep Alora alone without knowing the truth?" Anita asked the old woman in front of her.


Alora's steps came to a halt and was confused.


"Please don't tell Alora!"


"Alora should know that I'm not her real mother! The fact I took care of him since he was 7 years old and his mother died, until when should we hide? I'm also going to divorce my husband"


"Please Ani, don't tell Alora that if you're not her parents, she'll be shaken and traumatized!"


"When is buk?" Anita looks emotional.


"You don't have to tell Alora, because Alora knows everything!" Said Alora who had just entered the grandmother's room with tears that she could not bear anymore to make the two women fixated.


"Alora?" Grandma looked very guilty, other clear drops flowing as she realized her granddaughter heard their conversation.


"No, Grandma, Alora's fine!" Alora's voice rang out and ran and left.


...


Life is not like a sweet gulali, bright and bright, but rather it is just a process of waiting for hope that depends only on hope without certainty.


~nrtl00~