TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
NEW BEGINNING

Vanesa

arriving at his house, the girl began packing. All the goods he carried included photos of his father and mother. He was confused about packing anything. He looked for something that was afraid to forget. Breaths sounded from him. Remembering the past when I was very young.

"Mama, Vanesa is sick" said the long-haired, shoulder-length girl, wearing a clean white dress.

The mother checked with the palm of her back then led little Vanesa to sleep on her soft mattress. "That's not rain."

"Vanesha ..." Not so the girl continued her words. His neck was very painful and

bloodied. "Mama! It hurts!" his moans.

The mother could only cry in grief, trying to strengthen little Vanesa. The girl groaned with a terrible voice. His neck was wider. Roll over and quickly the mother embraces the baby.

"My son," he said. Inwardly want to scream, but try hard so that the little girl does not get sicker.

The longer it becomes. The neck opens to one kilan. Eventually cut off and

drifting away from his body. The mother could only scream inwardly withstanding deep sorrow. Vanesa cried without a sound imagining himself at that moment. He began to speed up his work. Wearing a red jacket and white shoes then leave from there.

As they were conducting an investigation, Vanesa immediately broke through the men

informing of his death. Tucking his face behind his jacket, he managed to leave.

"Where am I going?" muttered.

"Yes, where are you going?" Sariani suddenly appeared beside him and repeated Vanesa's question.

Vanesa glanced at it then looked ahead at the road. Lots of cars. "I'm confused too."

"Cot, Mom?" asked the driver when he saw Vanesa just silent on the side of the highway.

"Where are the footsteps where I live" he told Sariani and then spoke

the angkot driver. "Take me to Samarinda" he asked.

"This night where it arrived, ma'am."

"Then I'm carter huh?"

The driver seemed to weigh, long to the feet of Vanesa sore. "But carter is expensive, what can it be?"

"How much?" vanesa asked impatiently.

"Two hundred thousand," he said doubtfully.

"OK," answered Vanesa without rejection instead he immediately opened the door and entered the car.

Sariani did not enter when Vanesa boarded the angkot. He looked at Vanesa from a distance

and soon out of sight.

Vanesa spoke a thousand languages, there was no talk of him between him and the driver. Maybe because of boredom finally the driver took the initiative to turn on the music. Music is turned on, now the atmosphere is not as quiet as before. Starting from the market, the mosque to their school through. Now they're passing the cemetery near the highway. Somehow the people of East Kalimantan process the suburban road into TPU, but it could provide land far from the highway. Evidently when passing many tombs neatly arranged and can be seen by the rider who crossed the road.

"Damor...." Vanesa shuddered when he heard the clique. He rubbed his neck. Perceived

it was cold and bristling until it rippled its blood. He spread his view. While passing through the cemetery he saw a woman's head was swaying on a mango tree. Laughs staring. Vanesa immediately turned his face away.

"Mom, there's a passenger in front. Can I come over?" ask the driver.

Vanesa silently did not answer, but his eyes did not want to look forward or backward.

Because Vanesa was silent, the driver thought Vanesa agreed, he stopped the car and gave another customer a ride.

"Where are you going?" ask her on a female shouldered and wear a green Kutai kebaya.

"To Samarinda" he answered.

"Oh, come in."

The bearded woman climbed her angkot and sat opposite Vanesa. Recognised

the woman is indeed beautiful even though her age may be as old as her mother Vanesa, but from her skin is not inferior to the girl in her twenties. The woman looked at Vanesa without blinking at all. Smiling, though not smiling, by Vanesa. Vanesa looks uncomfortable, he tries to shift his gaze to another, but his curiosity and fear overwhelms the soul.

"What's your name?" ask the woman.

Vanesa quietly did not answer, he was very afraid. His body began to sweat and his hands were tightly clenched. The sound of music that was heard aloud by him earlier became unaffected. Everything was quiet only he and the woman were there. The car drove fast because the road was quiet by the vehicle. At exactly 00:22, it is indeed a stretch.

friends?"

Vanesa remained silent, while the woman did not blink looking at him. The woman opened her collar of danger and showed it to Vanesa. There was an elongated scratch on his neck. Vanesa knew without even looking. The woman deliberately showed off with her knowledge.

"Please don't bother me" said the girl slowly. Still keeping his eyes down.

The woman smiled. "When I don't like competition the most. The more that

like me, it's getting thinner for me to eat." He moved his seat forward and closed his collar.

"I don't want to be hostile let alone be friends with you guys" the girl refused.

"Oh, yeah." The woman sneered and then sat back down. "If

until you take or control my territory, I will not be silent" he said.

Vanesa can't take it anymore. He looked up directly at his eyes. "Don't bother me!"

The woman silently replied to Vanesa's sharp gaze. I know Vanesa is very young

from her, her beauty, her innocence made her harbor envy. Music seems to have just been heard again in the ears of Vanesa, even though the music was already played, maybe for supernatural reasons that make the music inaudible and replaced by their own world.

He's so powerful, I'm afraid. Vanesa.

"Just stay here" said the woman, patting the driver on the back of the shoulder.

Feeling patted the driver stopped the vehicle and immediately looked back. "A

here?" He wants certainty.

"yes, How much?" ask the woman after getting out of the car.

"Ten thousand" replied the driver.

It appears that the woman grabbed the wallet inside her small bag and gave the money taken from there to the driver. Vanesa was able to breathe a sigh of relief as the woman left.

"Where are you going, Mom?" the driver asked while glancing at the windshield to see the look on the girl's face.

Vanesa was confused, confused. It was clearly visible on his face. He watches the streets

passed it. "Em, are there any inns in this area? Just take me there."

"Okay" replied the driver.

Vanesa daydreamed, unaware that they had stopped in front of Soraya's inn. It

the driver patted his shoulder. He looked at the inn from the window of the car and looked at the driver who was near the window next to him.

"Mom, this is the inn" said the driver from outside.

Vanesa immediately got down and gave the money to the driver. After the car passed, he immediately

enter the inn while circulating his gaze in all directions.

"What's his name?" ask a man in his forties. Big body and party jerseys on his body. He could see Vanesa who was still confused looking there and there.

"Shabita," he said quickly.

"You staying over?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"There is also a motel. What's it like to stay overnight per month?" tanyakanya.

Vanesha thought for a moment. Weigh first. "Contract!" answer's sure.

"How long?"

"It's not certain yet" he replied.

The father looked at Vanesa with a breath. "Come on, here's the key. Find it yourself, the number's on the key." He handed over the key he had taken from his cashier's drawer.

Vanesa accepted it and smiled. It's a new beginning where he has to live with a new identity