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Beautiful Memory

"Sir, play!"

"No more cars, no!"

A three-year-old little girl, standing in front of Arlan while holding two teddy bears the size of her body. The clock shows at nine o'clock in the evening, but the girl has not felt drowsiness.

"Would the car be able to walk?" ask Arlan, while sitting in front of Arlan who was busy fiddling with used cardboard.

"Later Brother love wheels" replied Arlan while pointing four wheels near his sister's feet. "You just sleep. It's night. Later Papa is angry if you still play this hour," suggested Arlan.

"You're bobo with Brother."

"Nobody's making cars anymore."

"No bobo alone."

Arlan took a breath, annoyed by the presence of his sister. "Yes, play for a while with Brother, it's beautiful bobo, yes!" arlan replied in the end.

They only played a few minutes, before Indah finally yawned constantly, awakening Arlan that her sister was already sleepy. "So Bobo's the same brother?" ask Arlan.

"In the beautiful room, huh?" It was beautiful to make an offer.

Arlan could only nod in agreement. He knew the nature of his spoiled and stubborn sister. Lovely will not be silent until Arlan's wish is fulfilled. Even so, Arlan never felt annoyed at his only puppet sister. Lovely is the only brother she has. Their age is also not far adrift, so Arlan feels closer to Indah, than to his parents or grandfather.

Arlan and Indah went to the Beautiful room while holding hands. They walked slowly so that no one heard the sound of their footsteps. Arriving at the Beautiful room, Arlan immediately directed his sister to the top of the bed. Not forgetting she recited prayers and kissed her sister's forehead.

"So don't take the bed first" Arlan said. He walked towards the Indah dressing room to pick up the folding mattress he used to use when Indah wanted to sleep with him. Arlan was still in there, when he heard the door to the Beautiful room was open again.

"Papa?" beautiful sounds were heard up to the dressing room.

Arlan hurriedly embraced the folding mattress and a blanket into his arms, then walked quickly towards the door.

"FATHER!"

Beautiful screams made Arlan's steps stop. He stood straight in his position. His eyes opened. Arlan witnessed everything clearly back then. His father, the person he respected the most in the family, grabbed his sister violently and slapped a sword at her small neck. Arlan knew the sword. It was a display that his father loved so much that was displayed in his father's study.

Arlan could not close his eyes. He was forced to watch his sister's life just pass away that night. Not stopping there, once the body of Beautiful fell while writhing, Fahmi chalked a sentence that Arlan believed to be a mantra.

Then, Beautiful body stopped twitching. The room was back in silence. Fahmi was still standing with his beautiful head hanging on his left hand. Fahmi rubbed his face affected by the splash of Lovely blood. Arlan could see the cold look on his father's face. Without the slightest guilt, Fahmi threw Indah's head until it rolled over and made the lovely blue carpet covered in blood. Then, Fahmi holds the beautiful blood that flows from his neck into a glass.

"With this, I present a girl who is still holy. This girl is our agreement to take care of my son," Fahmi said, as if someone was with her. Without knowing that Arlan was there, Fahmi came out of the Beautiful room while carrying a glass filled with blood.

Arlan could not move. In fact, his voice did not come out. His hands were stiff and cold. Not long after, Arlan's head felt spinning and he lost his consciousness.

***

Manda did not immediately scold Arlan with questions. He let Arlan calm down first in the living room of his house. Manda endured as much as he could, though his ears continued to hear the mutual screams, whimpering to be set free.

"Lo doesn't seem to be in good shape. What's up?" Arlan suddenly asked.

Manda snorted hearing it. "Are you in good shape now?" Manda asked back.

Manda gulps. He was shocked because Alan was directly talking about the ghost of the little boy earlier. "Lo's sister?" Manda. "Aren't you an only child?"

"Gue thinks so too." Arlan leaned against the sofa. He looked at the sky of his house. Manda could see, from the look in Arlan's eyes, much of what the teenager was thinking. "Gue wants to tell a story, but I don't think you're going to make it."

"There is something that disturbs us" Manda replied slowly. "The voices I once told you to lo."

Arlan looked towards the living room. There was no sign that the Imam was spying on them. The events in the warehouse may not have been heard to the outside. "From my parents' room, huh?"

Manda nodded once. "But" he hurriedly added, "it's not polite that we go there."

"If you want to be polite, this problem will not run out!" Arlan pulled Manda up to stand up. "Lo came closer to my parents' room. I'll keep it in front."

The new Manda opened her mouth to protest, but Arlan had already passed from before her. If Manda calls Arlan now, this will even attract the attention of the Imam or other house people. Eventually, Manda decides to follow Arlan's plan without further ado.

He walked on his tiptoes towards the room where he heard the voices. Not until having to open the door of the room, Manda could already hear clearly what they were shouting. Manda. He stood pecking with his ears firmly fixed on the door leaf. He tried to listen to every scream.

Manda felt she had only been standing in front of the room for a few seconds, but a hand pulled her to her senses. "Acting, acting," whispered Arlan, then dragged her to the living room sofa. The half-conscious Manda, following Arlan sat down. "My parents are coming" Arlan said.

"It's not strange that we're both sitting here?" Manda whispered back.

Arlan scratched his chin. "Totally so." Unforgiven, Arlan lays his head on Manda's lap.

"Eh? Eh? Uh?" Manda raised his hand high.

"Shhh! Get your hands down! There's no nodongin' guns!" hiss Arlan. Then he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Manda was still confused as to what happened. A second ago, his head was still recording all the screams from Arlan's parents' room. But now, Arlan is back on his lap and he must be smart to play in front of Arlan's parents. Manda suddenly remembered the bad impression he had given Arlan's parents before.

"Alan!"

Lilies voice sounded from the direction of the living room. Manda let out a long sigh, trying to make herself calmer.

"Ar-" Lili stopped when she saw Manda in her living room. Then his eyes moved on Arlan. "Son?"

"He's sleeping, Auntie," replied Manda. "Arlan has been unable to sleep for three days."

"Then, why is he sleeping there?" Lili sangsi's. Of course Manda could sense that Lili was not so welcoming to his arrival.

"Arlan felt comfortable being with me" Manda answered honestly. He could feel the heat in his lap. When he looked down, Arlan's face had already turned crimson.

"You can go home. Let me take care of my son" Lili walked over to Manda.

"Wait, Auntie!" manda Pinta. "Let Arlan rest. He just went to bed. An hour?"

Lili bit her lower lip. He clearly showed a dislike face to Manda. "Thirty minutes," broke up Lili, directly sitting in front of Manda.

Manda rubbed Arlan's shoulder, wanting to give a code that Arlan could really go back to sleep now. After all, Manda still had to concentrate on hearing anything she could hear right now. He has no chance of returning to Arlan's house.

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