Empty, eyes that have dark black iris stared blankly towards the front. He looked at the empty land filled with thick grass. However, it's all the same. He still remembered the golden color of the thatch flower. His body leaned against an old tree trunk and his lips carved a smile. Sad smile.
A breeze hit her jet-black hair which was limited to her shoulders. A soft breeze is like whispering his ear gently. However, his eyes still imply a void. His eyes staring blankly ahead were staring. One word that is appropriate for the owner of those black eyes, he is reminiscing. Trying to remember a memory that he had tried to keep for a long time.
Deg. His heart almost jumped from where it should be. The black eyes stared back. And he, found a girl his age.
"Hey, why are you daydreaming?"
"Not really, just remembering old memories." The iris of black eyes smiled wryly.
"But apparently, those memories are quite painful huh?"
"Well, that's how it is." The black iris replied curtly.
"My advice, you just need to confide in. But this is only advice. "
"Can I trust you?" Asked the owner of the black iris. His eyes stared into this unknown girl.
"certain." The unknown girl smiled convincingly while taking the most comfortable position to listen to the story.
The blue sky stretches out as long as the eye looks at the sky. Cloudy or relatively cool weather becomes an umbrella and a barrier to bright sunlight. The stretch of thatch is another sight that looks golden as the eyes stare straight ahead.
"Bang!"
A voice startled a little girl who had been watching the weeds that seemed exotic. The little girl holds her left breast, signaling that she is shocked. But when he looked back, he immediately pouted in a made-up style.
"Ugh, mom, I'm wondering." The black iris was slightly covered in thick eyelashes. His eyes narrowed sharply with his lips forward. Stare at a middle aged woman who still has full beauty for her current age.
"You're the one who was shocked, not mother." The woman called the mother tried to tease the little girl, ana.
"Yes, but I'm surprised." Ana, the little girl still maintains her acting with the mother.
"Yes, Mother apologize. Peace, "the mother stretches out her two right fingers that indicate the number two.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Ana smiled sweetly, staring at the mother accompanied by an enthusiastic nod.
"Alright, now let's go home."
"Come on, bun,"
"Apparently, your mother is very kind huh?" Asked the unknown girl. Ana, the owner of the black iris is silent while playing with a reed plant. No intention of replying or showing signs that he wanted to continue the story again. "And I'm sure, it seems like your family gets along well." The girl's knot was unknown.
"I guess you should save your perception of my family." Ana smiled meaningfully. He looked back straight ahead with clear eyes that had black irises. He re-prepared to continue the story.
When Ana stepped in, there was a broken glass. My mother has entered since earlier, I only briefly permission with her because she wants to play with her complex friends.
Prangg The voice was heard again, even more often. The sound of broken glass was mixed with the sound of baritone which seemed to sound very emotional.
Ana stepped timidly. He was horrified by the state of the house that had been quite quiet now filled with angry screams from the baritone voice that is very familiar.
Brakkk Now it wasn't the sound of glass being heard, but the sound of a door being kicked violently. Ana could only stare at the sight, stare when she found her father had driven by car. Left his house.
I immediately went inside, found the condition of the house was very messy. Until he found the bundle in the kitchen. Sitting while drinking a pill with a glass of water.
"Mother," called softly. The woman could only smile, then gently stroke my hair. Ana, who understands the mother's condition, immediately hugs her. Ana cried silently. Ana stroked her hair. However, I gasped for a moment when I found many of the same black hair as hers falling into her small hands.
"Mother," he called softly again. Mother just smiled, then shook her head. A sign that will not be understood by small children, the mind of our mother.
"Do you realize that?" Asked an unknown girl.
"Yes, but some time after that incident." Ana could only smile again. But now what he showed was a sweet little smile.
"Oh yeah, I don't know your name, but you've told me so far." The unknown girl held out her hand. "My name is Lyraine Safaha." The girl was silent for a moment when a helping hand had not been returned. "You can call me lyra." The voice of the girl named Lyra sounded very enthusiastic when Ana welcomed her hand.
"Ana, Reana Kezia." Said Ana while replying to a helping hand from Lyra. Ana released the helping hand, her eyes wandered. And now, it looks like Lyra is getting used to Ana's blank eyes, she is staring at a memory. A sign that you will continue to live a life story that will never be forgotten.
