The Un Familiar Brother
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The clattering of long earrings that were blown by the afternoon wind, gave rise to a distinctive sound on the sidelines of silence. The place overgrown with various weeds and weeds, looks quiet and unkempt. The rusted iron fence is still fencing the vast land that was once very well preserved and maintained.

In the middle of the land, there was an unkempt building. Some corners of the building still look sturdy, although not managed.

The handsome man pushed open the gate, letting his two legs covered in fine jeans walk in. Leading to the unkempt building. His hands occasionally removed the creeping plants that blocked the path. Arriving at the door, he was pensive for a moment. This building is still the same as the memory stored since 11 years ago.

The dull white door was locked. However, he did not run out of sense. Beside the door, there was a fish sculpture that had cut off its tail. In the past, the fish statue was white with aesthetic sculptures. However, now the fish statue is just a dull statue whose color is no longer white. Some parts of the carving statue have also begun to be shrouded in moss plants.

He crouched down, then shifted the fish statue with both hands.

"The key is under the Koi. I keep it there, yeah."

A memory reminded him. He thought that memory was just an illusion of a reflection of past activities. But when he shifted that thing. Foila, he actually found a key that began to rust at the bottom of the fish statue.

Her lips smiled smirkingly. The man never changed, he thought. However, one question came to mind. Does that guy still think anyone will return to this house after all this time? The proof, he still left the key in the same place. Under the fish statue which is often called the Koi statue by the fillers of the building.

"If you enter the house, you read the do'a first. Don't forget."

Again, a flash of that memory hit the mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, dampening all those flashes of memory. After that, he used the key to open the door.

Succeeds.

The door of the building was successfully opened. Now what's he gonna do?

While still pensive in the doorway, suddenly the call came back, even more so. He also began to hear other voices, not just one.

"Sister's home yet? Comeon, enter. Mother is preparing lunch. We eat together."

"Dad's home?" say another voice, it .. like his voice when he was a child.

"Yes. Father can leave from the company," answered another voice, the voice of a familiar little girl in the ear.

"Woah... That means tomorrow we go to the movies?"

"Hm. I can!"

"But, Lexa's going to seaworld."

"SeaWorld?"

"Yes. Underwater world, Dad. Alex said, there's a mermaid there."

"Owh, daddy's daughter wants to see the mermaid, huh?"

"Yes. Mother also, let Adek see mermaid all of you."

"Yes. We'll go to SeaWorld, yeah."

"Hore.. We play to seaworld."

"Fucking memory*n?!"

The man was clucking. He was still in the doorway. However, all the memory is so thick enveloping every corner of the minimalist building.

In every corner of the room there is a memory left behind. He still remembers the location where the people of this house like to chat while enjoying warm tea and packaged biscuits. He also remembers where he used to be scolded, fought, cried, or pranked by his twin.

In the past, this house was filled with jokes and laughter. Five lives in it. It creates warmth that fills every corner of the house.

In the past, there was a wife who always patiently took care of her sons, when her husband served out of town. A tireless wife. However, human nature is still easy to feel tired if you continue to do the same thing in a long time.

Although the woman called mother by him was long married, and blessed with 3 children, the deserted who approached it turned out to arrive at its peak. Until one day, when he just returned from the activity of playing ball. He finds his twin hugging a stranger who comes with after being so expensive. The foreign man also came to bring lots of toys, food, and hospitality in every speech. However, all that only applies to him and his twin, not to his little sister.

At first he was not bothered to hear the presence of the man, probably because at that time he was still too small to understand the actual situation and conditions. Until one day, the mother asked him to change the call.

"Papa? But, why Mother?" he asked the woman he called his mother. It was clearly imprinted with a confused look on his face.

"Because this is your Papa."

"I have a Dad, not Papa."

"Alex, listen to Mommy. You are Papa's son. You're not Dad's son."

"What does Mother mean?"

Little Alex was confused. At the age that has not even touched the number seven, he can not distinguish what it means biological father.

"Alright, Sussanne. Alex is a child. She must not understand."

"But Mas, your son must know the truth."

"Hm. But, it's all a process, Sussanne. Let Alex be a little bigger to understand what's really going on."

The woman nodded. Relented, according to the man who later returned to fill the void in his heart.

"Now you better pack. We'll get out of here soon."

"Good, Mas." The woman turned, looking at little Alex again. "Let's get your stuff, just enough. We'll get out of here soon."

"Go? where are we going?"

"We're moving into Papa's house. Papa's house is big, there's a swimming pool too." Instead of the mother answering, it was Alex's twin who explained with a very happy look.

"Moved?"

"Alex, let's pack your things" said the mother who had just taken over Alex's twin bag.

"Where are we going, mother? where are you the same?"

"Don't ask too many questions if you want to come with Mother."

Again, that flash of memory echoed very real. Now he is sure, before leaving this place he once asked when his father and sister followed. The mother replied that they would soon follow. In fact, they never followed. Even until months after the three of them lived in a luxurious house like a palace.

One day, he heard the news of a terrible accident that killed three people on the spot. This information was obtained from television. Through television, he also knew if the identity of two of the three victims he was recognized.

The boy who was not even seven years old was afraid not to play. He hurried to his room. Ignoring the hostess who asked him to be careful, even with the boy who was one year older than him. The biological son of the mistress of hatred since he and his mother and twin lived there.

He knocked on the door brutally, but the mother never opened the door. He was finally determined, barging in with watery eyes. No matter the activity of the two nearly naked humans inside there.

"B-delivery ....Dad..."

"EXELS?!" the two people who were in the room were naturally shocked was no other. Their condition is not friendly to see a child as small as Alex.

"If you go into your room, tap first. You don't know manners? Forgot what you taught me?" maki the mother who approached Alex and a thick blanket wrapped her body.

"Well, bund. Dad..."

"Why that guy? He's dead!" Snapping the bundle, frontal.

Little Alex shook his head with a tremor body. "Well accident... hiks..."

"Just shut it off. Mother is tired of him."

Little Alex looked at the mother with tears. Did his ears hear wrong?

"Mother...."

"Go there! Studying hard. Don't mind that guy anymore."

"But, Mother...."

"More work!" exclaimed the mother while pushing Alex's frail body away from the doorway. After that only the sound of the door being closed so loud, along with the sound of crying increasingly.

"Blog*n!"

The sound is returned when the sounds ring in the ears.

he once had a harmonious family memory, but it did not last long. At the ends there is only bitterness left because of selfishness.

Little Alex lost his happiness and forgot how happy it was eleven years ago. Shortly after his own mother introduced him to the hell of the world, and after the separation between him and his father and sister who were victims of an accident eleven years ago.

"Is Dad alive?"

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Kimi wa ima namida

Nakijakuru kodomo no you ni

Natsu no sora miagete

The opening song of a popular animation from the country of Sakura, Naruto Shippuden was echoed quite loudly. Making several pairs of resting eyes steal each other's eyes.

"Eh, that's Naea's ringtone Hp, right?" ask Cala, a teammate of the mobile phone owner.

"Eh yes. Here besides Nara who's the cartoon maniac?" chirp Cacha while reaching into the pocket of the bag belonging to the friend. "Look yes, you should be my witness. I don't take anything, just take the hp doang."

"Yes. I testify," said Cala, lazy to argue.

Cacha stared at the screen of the burning object. There was a name 'father' that appeared on the screen. While the owner is performing the worship of wrong dzuhur during the break.

"Where is Nara?" ask Arjun.

"So," Cacha hung up her sentence.

"So what? So, so what?" sahut the Arjun.

"No, but isoma. Alias Rest Prayer Eat. Si Nara again so-nya, aka prayer," said Cacha.

"Ribet really did. Just say a prayer, what a hard thing."

"Yes, I want something complicated." Just as Arjun was about to chim in, the ringtone sound of Nara's phone came back.

Kimi wa ima namida

Nakijakuru kodomo no you ni

Natsu no sora miagete

Kimi wa ima namida

Nakijakuru kodomo no you ni

Natsu no sora miagete

"Eh, Bokap the Nara called again" Dumal Cacha. He was afraid to be considered impolite if he raised the call.

"Let's just say it, don't be complicated" Julian suggested.

"Gak ah. I don't think it's polite."

"Yes, just reject. It's hard."

"That's what else." Gerrick Cacha. "Thank you for the real solution!"

In the midst of the debate, Arsen emerged who also just returned from the mosque.

"That's Hp Nara?"

"Yes. See who has no?"

"Still praying. Mukunya. Why?"

"Here, bokap his call mute from earlier."

"Oh, that. Yeah, right here. Let me do the talking."

"Wheel.. caper." Tempta Julian's.

Arsen did not respond to anything, he chose to immediately pick up the call.

"Fir family candidate," Julian chirped suddenly.

"You mean?" confused Cacha.

"Baby, if Arsen is with Nara until he is a mate. They must be a cypress family. They always have a way of dealing with life crises, they're both smart."

"Soto!" disprove Cacha. "The same way Arsen is just BFF. Not more, not less. After all, Nara is also now Kak Arga's girlfriend."

"If. Still in the ground if, Cha."

"Yes, they're not going to get to that stage."

"Can you dong. We don't know who our soul mate is. Once from temen to demen," kekeh Julian, increasingly become-so. For him Arsen and Nara that is the definition of real couple goals. "They if the real soul mate, could be a new version cypress family. Equally good, smart, helpful, patient, on...."

"Continue?"

Both Cala, Julian, Arjuna and Cala compactly turned their heads. The four of them immediately met the view with the black onyx Arganta Natadisastra who came with Nara.

"What do you guys talk about? It's exciting like. I thought I heard the cypress family brought in?" asked Nara with a faint smile.

"It's not the cypress family," the pretext of Cacha and Julian, compact.

"Eh?" Nara squinted at the behavior of her friends. "Why are you so nervous?"

They compactly answer with a headband. No one wants to talk about what the truth is. Until Arjun finally spoke up .

"Eh, Brother Arga. What business is this, brother?" tanyanya, shift the topic of conversation.

Arga stared flatly at her lover's friends, before finally answering. Though Arjun has overthinking himself, thinking if his pleasantries are too bad until Arga is reluctant to respond.

"Nganterin my girl." .

"Woah.. kak Arga so sweet, to nganterin Nara," chirped Cacha, helped support Arjuna's efforts.

"That's the matter?"

"No!" Cacha, Cala, Arjuna and Julian answered simultaneously.

"What the hell are you?" whispered Nara. He knew there was something they were hiding.

"We don't have papa." Cacha replied, representing the others.

"Gue turned back," said Arga suddenly. "If there's anything, don't forget my phone." Before leaving, as usual, he ruffled the head of the lover twice. "Sir?"

"Yes," Nara replied as she reduced the thin smile. The two of them met while Nara was on her way home from the mushola.

Arga cleared his throat, then turned around. Before actually leaving the lover with his friends, he said again.

"Lo all...."

"Yes, sister," said Nara's friends.

Arga turned, without turning back. However, his black onyx was able to stare intently at all of them. "Stop my girl mate. She is mine."

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Response 03-12-22

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