My Youth Story (Kayla Story)
Episode 8

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"Yes here," I said as I stretched out my hand.

"Yes go in first, when you want to stand up."

Being lazy to argue with him, I went in first and hit him because he was in the doorway.

I was immediately stunned to see the condition of his room that was very messy. I don't think about why this room is so humid and dark.

"Geez, I can sleep in a room like this."

"There's no need to comment on the condition of my room,"

"I asked you here that, not to judge my room. But to put out this thorn in my hand," he explained.

"Well, how can I see, your room is so dark."

I opened the curtains in her room so that the light could enter.

"You're all right? Close it, no" he snapped.

"Yes, I'll close it again, but after the thorn in your hand it comes out."

"Here, hurry up."

Ezra looked in shock with my attitude this time, in even just standing glued while staring at me.

"You're quiet, here. Can I help you out?"

With a resigned face, he sat right in front of me and thrust his hand at me.

"Here you got thorns from when? How to get swollen like gini. What does not hurt?"

"You don't have to ask too many questions. Your job now is how to get this durin' out." The reply.

"Yes bauble......."

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I carefully and slowly tried to pull out the thorn that stuck deep enough in his finger. There was quite a bit of pus coming out, probably because he had already let his durian plunge there for days.

Yet strangely he seemed calm and did not react to anything. If this had happened to me, I would have cried with a cry of pain.

"It hurts?" Ask me to worry.

"No, it's normal."

"Where can you not get out?"

"Yes this is just a little bit more, looks like it's been a while? Because it has festered just as long as it has been broken."

"There may be a week" he replied casually.

"Sunday?"

"I can't stand her pain all this time, if I can."

"There's more pain than this. Wounds like this are nothing compared to the pain I've been through all this time." Evidently.

Hearing him talk like that, I realized our story did not seem to differ much. We were both hurt by the separation of our parents.

The difference is that I was left father without news, while Ezra was a victim of his parents' divorce.

"Any pain is, at least you have to tell me not to hold it alone.The injury will not heal with you damned." Reply me.

"I don't know what makes you sick. But remember, it is not just you who are experiencing difficult things in this world. Only the problem is different,"

"Will you be strong or not, it's back to yourself. Who can heal the wounds in your heart, you. Not anyone else,"

" You can pretend as strong and as hard as you try to hide it still the wound will not heal." Continue me.

We looked at each other, I could see there was so much pain that he had been feeling all along.

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After trying for about 15 minutes, I finally managed to pull out the duration. Not to forget I immediately closed the curtains of his room.

"I may have talked too far like that earlier, it's just that what you're going through is not much different from what I'm experiencing as well."

Ezra fell silent and just bowed while holding his injured hand.

"Mfa......" Call me.

"Yes non" said Atmi from the kitchen.

"Have you eaten?"

"Yet, mba want to finish the job first mba responsibility."

"Udah we should eat first, you can continue later."

"I can't eat alone" I continued.

"But non,"

"Just be calm, we'll eat in the back."

"All right......" Reply resigned.

After taking the food, Atmi and I headed straight for the room at the back. There was a large enough place for us to eat while sitting down.

"I haven't seen Aunt Vina since, where is she?"

"Mother is still sleeping non, usually the new afternoon wake up."

"Keep not breakfast dong,"

"So I've prepared cereal and milk protein for mom and put it in the room."

"Oh......."

"By the way, I went into Ezra's room earlier....."

"Huh, what's non?" Mba Atmi looked surprised to hear my words just now.

"The MBA never dared to go into Ezra's room. Who's got his nagging again,"

"Oh that's mba, means I'm among the people who are brave enough to go in there." My timpal.

"Yes yes......."

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While I was relaxing in the new gazebo behind the house, I heard a scream from the front of the house. Because as far as I know this afternoon Aunt Vina went with Atmi mba for shopping, I also immediately moved from my seat.

"Who well, that feeling Aunt Vina didn't order anything with me."

Arriving at the door, I could clearly hear the voice of the man who was banging on the door while calling the names of aunt Vina and Ezra.

"Well, open it up." I said doubt.

Just as I was about to hold the doorknob, Ezra had already stopped me from opening it.

Seeing him shake his head, I immediately understood that he did not want to meet the person who was out there.

Ezra pulled me over and asked me to go upstairs.

"Ezra, who is that man outside?" Ask me out of curiosity.

"That's my father, the man who left me and my mother."

Worth his eyes looking soft and red, he seemed to be hurt by his father's arrival.

"Well......"

"I don't know what's going on in your family. Sorry, well, if I'm presumptuous and even dare to ask."

"It must be difficult for you" I continued.

"You'd better get in the room and lock the door."

"Good,"

"Shortly, but where are you going? Should you hide in my room?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to help you. I didn't mean anything,"

He was silent and probably hesitated to enter my room.