MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka… er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine.
Ha ha! I am sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. I did not mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!
However, of course Mom took me to the airport… with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport is not located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia. Regarding to the object that I was carrying… not just a piece of parka, but also a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books and other items that I thought were important.
Then, smartphone and an earphone.
What do you expected from an eighteen-year-old girl like me in 2021? Of course, there must be a gadget!
Besides, my story might be a little different from Isabella Swan.
I flew from Jakarta to Bangka Belitung to move to Gran's house. It is not because my mother remarried and had the right to enjoy her happy days, no. Dad got a new assignment in a remote town (or village, I do not remember), and Mom was forced to get a dilemma because of it. She could not stay away from my father, but it was also impossible to leave me in Jakarta alone.
Why is that?
My parents always thought that I was a baby. That is purely my opinion, but there is nothing wrong with it. I cannot go to school outside, so there is only one-way out; homeschooling.
It is not only that. Leaving home alone without the company of one of my parents is a strict prohibition for me. I cannot even play to a neighbor's house or shop alone, no matter what the reason is.
Once I defied. Secretly I went to a small shop near the house, to buy a young woman's personal needs and a bag of tempting snacks. What is the result?
My father was furious. My mother cried like a nut artist so it made me feel sick. After that, I no longer dare to go quietly. Others might have thought I had just blown someone's distended stomach when they saw how my father was angry at the time.
Mom and Dad spoiled me indiscriminately by buying whatever I wanted. Their love is truly immeasurable. They even allow me to play social media, with a note that do not violate the norms or restrictions that exist. That way I do not miss the latest news or trends and stay fashionable.
However, I still feel like a special prisoner with the free needs. Only have friends and neighbors online… it is unimaginable. For nearly eighteen years, you cannot stay away from your parents' arm… just return to my mother's dilemma.
Using Mom's confusion, then, that is where I began to improvise.
“I'm going to Gran's house,” I suggested at the time.
I looked at Dad's face in surprise. He seemed to be angry again. Meanwhile, Mom took a sharp breath and shook her head tightly.
Mom's hands on her hips. “It's more dangerous there, Barbie!”
I shudder at the nickname. I tried to hold my tongue from arguing that Mom could call me Barbara, Barb or Bara; but not with Barbie! I instead asked, “How is it even possible?”
Mom began to chatter about juvenile delinquency, which is very worrying, and how many oil palm plantations and rubber trees in Bangka Belitung—, which actually has nothing to do. My father added excessively that there were many criminals there, which I, his precious daughter, cannot be near their city.
Really, their words made me ashamed of myself. Sincerely, I apologize to the island of Bangka Belitung. I often watch programs with the theme of Bangka Belitung, and the scenery there is truly extraordinary. Gran often sent pictures of the sea from various regions in Bangka Belitung, and there was no way I would say the bad ones while the portraits were clearly amazing.
Regarding juvenile delinquency and crime rates, I think it is no different from the rest of Indonesia. On the conclusion, Dad and Mom's chatter is useless. I would not be surprised if the authorities for vilifying something without any basis punished them.
“Have you heard it, Barbie?”
My mother's words woke me up. Dad crossed his face with annoyance. Deviated from reality, my mind suddenly blurted out how evil the two of them were, for not one bit left their charming face to me. I stared at them while snorting once.
“Well then, I have an interesting solution.” I join my arms while leaning my back on the sofa that I sit on.
My parents' expressions looked alert, as if their daughter was going to ask for a weapon!
“Let us hear it,” said my mom.
I cleared my throat. “I am coming along.”
My parents' faces suddenly went blank. I think I made a mistake... or not?
Suddenly, my father's cellphone rang. After Dad answered the phone call and had a long-distance debate with someone who seemed more powerful than he did, then here I am; a few days later, thousands of feet above sea level, riding an iron bird, on the way to Gran's house in Bangka Belitung.
Oh, freedom, I really want you!
Uh, well… looks like it does not want me, damn it!
About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl.Well, I am not a poor girl, by the way. Just… forget it.“Gran!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!”My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, and then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza.“I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “I am still not old!”I scowled as he started to run his car. “You are still not old, huh? Seriously, Gran, you already know your age, and then you must understand the situation, are you not?”My grandfather preten
I sighed for the umpteenth time that night. I raised my head and looked at the cloudy sky. The swing with the reclining chair I was sitting on seemed to sway slightly as I justified my sitting position.I was in Koba City Park… the name on it was displayed, but Gran said, people prefer to call it the square. Whatever the reason, I am not in the mood to care about that.The song titled “Jangan Menyerah” (Don't Give Up) sung by D'Masiv thumped in my ears. However, that's all. I can only listen to that music without being able to watch them properly.“Ape-ape ikak ne!”I turned my head. A few meters from me, Gran was joking in Bangka language that I did not under
“Ikak ni diem-diem nek nyari' tunang ka yang selingkuh, ok?”I was surprised and turned to the brash person who made my heart almost over. After making sure Gran was still chatting with his friends—now sitting cross-legged on the ground—I looked back to the side and glared.“I don't speak Bangka!” I said curtly.I tried to ignore the word “selingkuh” which sounded the same as “cheating” if interpreted in Indonesian.The brash boy's eyes rounded. He nodded as if he understood quickly.“Oh, you just moved here, huh?” the boy said curiously with a rather loud voice, acting out the voice of the artist singing beside us. His brow furrowed. “Where do you come from?”This time my brow was creased. I review his appearance. He wears a blue denim jacket with a white shirt, black jeans and casual shoes. His short-cut hair is as black as his irises. The boy's face was qu
Trying to relax the body from the sudden freezing, I lowered my hand and turned around like a robot. Something is wrong with my joints.“Hello, Gran.”Rian D'Masiv's melodious voice drowned my screams. My neck and back are hot; the signs of worldly calamity were about to explode.“Where are you going?” Gran snapped, but his eyes glared at Saga.“Uh, not going anywhere, really,” I replied quickly. “I just walked around here and accidentally met him.”I smiled nervously. I wanted to give the code through the gaze so that Saga can match my lies, but failed to remember how his mind goes.“Don't lie!”I was shocked. Geez, it turns out to be Lie Detection from this old man to Dad. I decided to stay quiet while waiting for Gran to take me home.WHERE IS MY GREAT COURAGE?“And you!” Gran's index finger surprisingly pierced Saga's chest with furious. “S
When I say, “It’s up to you,” Mom and Dad will really do whatever they want to do. They never understood that behind the words “up to you” what was said, hidden the meaning of “I want to be heard”.However, I did not expect Gran would act the same as Dad and Mom.I often confided in Gran by phone before coming here and he sounded annoyed and always entertained me, I seemed to have thought that Gran would not have the heart to limit my space. In fact, I was wrong.The next day after that night, Gran warned me not to leave the house in the slightest. He left at seven in the morning to go to school as an Indonesian Language teacher in one of the middle school at the city.Before leaving, he very clearly stated, “I will take care of all your homeschooling needs later. Just stay at home. If you need anything, just buy it online. Or you can let me.”Because I was in a phase of frustration at the level
Saga sped like an arrow apart from its bow. I mean, he really looks like that! There is nothing that I exaggerate. My nose almost broke because I followed Saga’s movement.I shook my head as if I wanted to drive away flies around my head. I slapped myself without using excess energy. I sat back down like a fool.I must have been hallucinating, I decided in my heart. There was no way the friend of Salvatore Brothers came to Indonesia to look for Katherine who was attractive.I must be hungry.Before I could go to the kitchen, Saga returned with the express movement once more. I stared at him with horror.Something is wrong with my brain.Saga brandished a wire, and then he shot again—for God's sake, streaking! He did not run, but shot!—towards the front door. I took a few steps back. Suddenly alert, lest he will break it!Click.The door opens as if Saga has the key. My face was pale as Saga grinned in the door
I sat, but on another sofa. I do not want to get close to anyone wrong.“How strange your family is,” Saga started. “Why do they have to hide who you are?”My eyes twitch. Sitting on the edge of the sofa seat, I noted carefully in my mind to run away immediately if something suspicious happens. However, the idea then immediately erased considering what Saga did a few minutes ago.“Listen to me, Bara,” Saga said, advancing his body seriously. “I don't really know what you are. As I said before, your body's scent is a bit chaotic. Therefore, I cannot be sure. Either you are a vampire, or a wolf-cha—”I stopped him by raising my hand in front of his face. “You are crazy. Thank you for helping me open the door, but please leave,” I kicked him out.Suddenly, he pulled his lips and hissed. A pair of fangs appeared from between his teeth. The boy's eyeball turned white like the singer who a
Cafes in this small town are very different from cafes in Jakarta. Even so, still the aesthetic appearance did not disappoint me. Especially the Ananda Cafe that I—we—stopped by.I sip a cappuccino ice drink with brownish granola topped with pleasure. A boy and a part-time vampire in front of me were staring at a group of girls in shorts across the place where we sat. The girls who were mostly wearing minimal tops were giggling when they realized Saga was watching them.“Seriously,” Saga grunted on the green ice-colored basil drink under her nose. “The girls think I'm admiring them or something. Their clothes lack material.”I laughed. “You're so old-fashioned, Saga. How old are you?”Saga pouted. “I'm only one year old!”I almost sprayed the espresso milk liquid into his face.“Don't say it's true!” I shrieked under my breath.Saga rolls his eyes with bored. &ldq