Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-6
By five o'clock in the morning, Elijah had just arrived at his yard. He climbed up the pillar smoothly, and landed on the balcony without a sound.
Be safe!
He's sure.
Then sneak into his room through the window. Slow and light. Then fumble along the wall to look for a light switch.
THE TRACK!
The lights are on and…
Elijah.
His father was sleeping on the sofa near the bed in the corner of his room.
The old man blinked as soon as the light flashed and opened his eyes, then circled his gaze across the room with his eyes squinted. His gaze stopped on Elijah.
Elijah stuttered and gulped. "D-Dad…"
His father sighed heavily, then gulped and crossed his arms. "So you want to be a racer or a musician?"
Elijah went silent.
His father yawned and wriggled, then sighed and walked slowly towards Elijah, then stopped a step ahead of the girl. "You stink of cigarettes" he said flatly.
Elijah remained unmoved.
"And alcohol," his father added, keeping calm and flat. "You drunk?"
Elijah shook his head. Dare not lift his face.
His father nodded heavily once again. "You're better than this" he whispered. "Eleazah van Allent!" It's add-slow and sharp.
Elijah gulped. He hated his real name. It's the same as, "Remember, who you are!"
"You will be sent to your aunt's house after the final exam of the semester" said her father, still in a flat voice, but more than enough to make Elijah jerk up his face.
"But, Dad—" Elijah protests.
"Such behavior is intolerable" his father's sergeant interrupted Elijah's words. Then take the attitude of leaving him.
Elijah looked at his father with a pleading expression, his head rolling following his father's movements.
His father slipped out without looking back, the door slammed behind him.
Elijah groaned and sighed violently, then lowered his guitar hardcase, opened his jacket and shoes with both shoulders hanging limp.
A few minutes later, there was music coming from the family room.
His father was probably trying to calm himself down, sipping a cup of coffee in front of the fireplace as was his custom.
But the content of the song he heard then made Elijah smother his ears with a pillow.
Desire is the source of suffering. 🎵.
His father loves to insinuate!
Two weeks later, Elijah was actually sent to his father's hometown. His brothers were not punished. This time, his father decided to keep Elijah's sin a secret, as well as Keith's.
"What two words!" cerocos Keith while Elijah was packing his things into a suitcase. "So also you were sent to the Amazon jungle!"
Elijah took his acoustic guitar and put it in a softcase, then attached it to his shoulder and dragged his suitcase out.
Keith followed her with a cry.
Noah and Norah looked up at Elijah's face from the bottom of the stairs with a concerned look.
Elijah passed his two younger siblings with wide steps while pulling his hoodie sweater with one hand covering his head, his face bowed with his mouth clenched.
His father was waiting in front of the garage while heating the car engine.
Elijah opened the trunk and stuffed the suitcase, then closed it again, while the guitar was placed in the back passenger seat.
He himself slipped into the front passenger seat, sitting by his father's side with a pouting face.
His father watched him through the corner of his eye. Then run the car.
Keith and his sisters waved with gloomy faces.
His father kept a cold face.
A dull silence ambushed Elijah during the four-hour drive to Sukabumi.
Sometimes his father cleared his throat and glanced at him, but said nothing.
As soon as he reached his aunt's house, Elijah immediately burst in and rushed into the corridor towards the pavilion.
Aunt Aria and her cousin Delilah—, greeted them in surprise.
"Koen?" Aunt Aria raised her next to her eyebrows. "What's up?'"
Elijah's father let out a short sigh and threw his body onto the sofa. His old face looked much older in an instant. Looks tired and frustrated.
Aunt Aria was worried as she glanced into the corridor.
Delilah followed Elijah with hasty steps. "Lea, gaat het?" Delilah asked, are you okay?
"Laat mij met rust-let me alone," Elijah said. Then quickened his pace, slammed the door and shut himself in the room.
This house was once the home of van Allent's extended family. Classic old Dutch-style building with several pavilions. It is almost the same size as the school building. Each pavilion consists of several rooms, kitchen, bathroom, family room with a fireplace, living room and terrace itself.
While her grandparents were still alive, Elijah visited every year to celebrate Christmas and new year's eve. So, he already knew which pavilion his family used to use.
Delilah froze in front of the room door with a concerned expression.
Delilah is one year younger than Elijah, but her personality is much calmer and her attitude looks mature. His face is almost similar to Elijah-oval and mottled, but his facial lines are a bit rougher. It's just that his long hair softens his appearance, plus his style of speech and way of dressing is very feminine.
"Lea, laat me binnen-let me in," said Delilah. "I'm trying to help the probeer te helpen-I'm trying to help."
"Nee, come on niet-no, you can't!" Elijah shouted at him from within. "Je zult het niet begrijpen-you won't understand" Elijah said. "Je familie is perfect-your family is perfect!"
"Niet echt-not really," muttered Delilah while smiling wryly.
And at that moment Elijah felt sorry.
The Delilah family is also not perfect, only the problem is different. If Elijah had to lose his mother because death took away his mother, Delilah would have to lose her father due to financial problems. Delilah's father lived separately in the city of Jakarta because he had to work as a oddball worker who could only go home once a few months due to lack of money.
Slowly, Elijah finally opened the door, "Vergeef pardoned," he regretted, bowing. "Dat is niet wat ik bedoel-not so I mean."
Delilah forced a smile, then asked carefully, "Wat er precies gebeurd is—what exactly is going on?"
"Wie weet-either," Elijah leaned his back and head against the door frame, glaring at the ceiling above his head with a blank look. "Soms begrijp ik mezelf niet-sometimes I myself do not understand myself. Het betekent niet dat ik iets slechts heb gezan— does not mean I have done a bad thing. "It's het gewoon niet-I just can't take it."
"I can't take care of it er niet voor zorgen-I can't take care of it" Elijah's father complained helplessly. He sat hunched over on the living room sofa with both shoulders hanging limp.
"Koen, ze groeit—he's growing up," Aria commented as she approached, then sat on the arm of the chair.
"Ze moet eraan wennen-he needs to get used to it" Elijah's father said. "Ik ben bang dat ze spijt heeft-I'm afraid he's sorry."
"Koen, doe niet zo-don't!"
"Soms weet ik niet wat ik met haar aan moet sometimes I don't know what to do with her" Elijah's father said. "Ik denk dat het goed voor haar zou zijn om eerst weg te zijn van zijn vriend - I think it would be nice for him to stay away from his friend first. Tuinieren met zijn neef zal goed voor haar zijn-gardening with his cousin will be good for him."
Aria let out a short sigh and rubbed her brother's shoulder. "Ik zal met haar praten-I'll talk to him."
"Dank je-thank you" for the first time since he arrived, Koen van Allent finally smiled.