LET ME GO
Cool night to accompany my loneliness. The night winds also gently stroked my hair. Accompany myself who was staring at the beauty of the earth. As my most loyal friend in my solitary confinement.
"Oh God, when will everything change?" I asked in hope.
Suddenly the door to my room was tapped quite slowly.
"Must be Im Im." Guess me
"Yes, a minute!" I said as I walked from the porch.
"Sorry non, time for dinner. The others have gathered under. "Said Bi Imah when my bedroom door opened.
"Ok bi Dera also already lapeer really." Candaku to him.
Bi Imah is someone who took care of me since birth. To me, he was like my real mother. In my house, only Bi Imah cares about my situation. While I was sick, only he who always bothered to prepare medicine, only he who always knows how sad I am when my grades are far from the value kak kak. Only he knows how much I want to be like Dara's kak, my twin brother.
Let me Go "wah there is roasted chicken ya. Heem maknyus "I said while occupying my favorite chair.
"Basic is not polite ..." Dad said to me.
"So do not nyerocos aja dong be a girl." Spouse my sister, Virgo.
"Yes Dera, you sit first just say, there is Papa same Mama here. So polite little Ra. "Add Kak Dara.
"Yes Dera, really tuh said Dara. Example him. "Add Mom again.
"Ok, I'm leaving. Please eat !! "I said sarcastically.
I also rushed up to my room without even touching the food there. In fact my ulcer relapsed and it felt very sore. But even more painful when I never get the affection of all the people I care about.
The sun incarnated into my room where the owner was still sound asleep. Until I woke up because of the glare of the light that hit my eyes.
"Humh, it's morning to" I said to myself,
I rushed to bathe and put on my school clothes. With complete blue accessories. This morning, I do not want breakfast. I just visited Bi Imah who was actually preparing lunch for me.
"Thanks Bi, Dera dear Auntie." I say sincerely to him
"Yes non, Aunt is also very affectionless non Dera, the spirit ya Non school." Say bi Imah cheer.
Upon arrival at school, I immediately went to the room where I repeated. Today's schedule is math and english. Counting lessons are very annoying to me. Because I'm not like Dara's great bride counting. My guess is right, this time the problem is hard to ask for. Until my paper is almost unfilled. But if English, this is my greatness. All the questions I can do easily. Because since childhood I've been very good in English. Like Om Frans and Tante Siska who in Jakarta loved me much more than my biological parents. But now they have moved to America with their son, Dimas.
Time seems to run really fast, now is the time to share student learning outcomes. Incidentally, Dera and I are different from class and school. If I was still in high school, while he was in the second class. It all happened because I never went to class during elementary school. If kak Dara accidentally Papa sekolahkah in the most favorite school in Jakarta, while I attend high school in which only the exiles from other schools that do not accept us. Because nilaiku not as great value kak Dara and Kak Virgo. They have a much higher IQ than I do.
"Pa, take Dera's report card, yes."
"Dad has promised Dara if Papa will get his report card. You're different from school. "Daddy answered.
"Ma, get the report card Dera ya!" I begged again to Mama.
"Mama had promised the same Virgo ngambilib raportnya, he's already in third grade so must be represented." Mama answered.
"Oh so yes." I replied with disappointment.
I can only cry alone in the room. No one wanted to get my report card. The last road is Bi Imah. And of course he was very eager to get my report card.
"How bi bi results?" I asked with curiosity
"Non Dera champion 1 non." Say Im Imah with enthusiasm.
"hah? Really bi? "I said no less excited.
It turns out my effort was not in vain, I finally can match the achievements kak Dara.
Arriving at home, everyone who was laughing to see the results of learning kak Dara and kak Virgo became silent on my arrival and Bi Imah.
"How the result Ra ?, must be ugly." Said kak Virgo quipped me.
"No ko, I'm champion 1." I say with enthusiasm.
"Ah, 1st winner at your school must be the last champion in Dara class." Ledek Dad to me.
I was disappointed, really disappointed because all the achievements that I achieved were never appreciated at all. Disappointed I ran to my room, I cursed all these injustices. I did not leave the room for two days no one cares. Everyone at home is only busy with their work, not to mention Bi Imah who almost every hour persuade me to get out. My gastric recurrence, it felt very painful than usual.
"Oh God, strengthen me!" I pleaded
On the third of my silent action in the room, suddenly my house sounded a very familiar voice. Apparently today, Om Frans family has arrived in Jakarta for a vacation with our family.
"Dimas? I miss you. "I say with bowed sluggish in the room.
I went out of the room to meet him, but he was changed and did not care about me anymore. Everything is really changing, and now his promise he denied to see me. My waiting is in vain, everyone has hated me and away from me. I was alone at home, Im Im coming home to the village because his son was sick. The others are having dinner at the hotel. And I? Behind it here.
I just eat and keep putting my sadmaid bread on my mouth. While the other fun to chat with topic kak Dara and Dimas. All I know, they continue to boast two of the achievers. Until Om Frans and Tante Siska also changed to me. Everyone put me here. After breakfast I run out, I immediately went to the back garden which was there there kak Dara and someone I really care about, kak Dimas. There, I was seeing him giving a rose to Dara's feet. It turns out they've invented and I know, that kak Dimas has forgotten me.
Finally, the day I had been waiting for arrived. Today, my karateku match will take place. But unfortunately, everyone I love nobody wants to be here. Everyone chooses to attend Dara kak race, olimoiade science. Although a little disappointed, I'll prove that I'm a great Dera. My wishes materialized, I won and won the first champion in the national karate competition held in Jakarta.
"We call, national champion karate this year. Alderaya Zivanna from Jakarta. "Call the host.
Accompanied by a standing ovation, I climbed onto the podium of my greatness, and I felt I was greatly appreciated here.
Arriving at home, I put a photo of my success in the guest room, but at the arrival of kak Dara and others, I saw melancholy there. And after seeing the photo of my success, kak Dara even cry and run to her room.
"You deliberately teasing Dara?" Papa asked cynically.
"Not pa! what do you mean Dad? "I asked not understand.
"Dara lost while you boasted about displaying your photo in this room. you know that this room is only photographs of Dara's success to occupy it. "Papa's reply made me very disappointed.
"Take off your Photom!" Mama said a little tersely to me.
I took the photo I really wanted to be the link for my family to flatter me. A wish that I always wanted. Because I always envy every Dara kak praised and praised by papa and mama, and all the guests who have visited my house. Now my biggest question is,
"Am I your Ma's son? Pa? "
Questions never answered by verbal, but answered by their deeds to me. A child who is always pushed aside by injustice.
Day after day continue to change, and since then also kak Dara become someone who slumped. I can feel his distress because he lost the game. All I know is that my twin sister looks weaker than usual.
"It's okay kak, no use ditangisin hold." I say encouraging.
"Udahlah Ra, you're happy to see me rich gini? Are you happy to see me lose? "She replied with tears.
"No ka, no. I never had such rich intentions. "I replied.
"Go away from my room, go ..." he said cut off because he finally fell right in front of me.
"Pa, Ma, please kak Dara. Kak Dara fainted Pa! "I told him
"What? You apain he is? "Papa asked sarcastically at me.
"I, I'm not doing what he's doing," I said, hiding my pain.
"Surely his illness recur again pa, let's quickly we take the hospital." I say to Papa.
Today is exactly a week before my birthday with kak Dara. I'm afraid of losing it, my very dear twin brother. The doctor said that his kidneys were completely damaged. All I know is that her kidney is only one year after a kidney has been removed. While I still have two kidneys.
"Only his twin brother whose kidneys match up with Dara. So try as soon as possible kidney transplant Pak "tell the doctor to Papa.
After that, I became the target of everyone who loves kak Dara. All of them asked me to donate one of my kidneys to him. My intention is already that I will donate my two kidneys to kak Dara, but I do not want anyone to know everything. Because I do not want them to love me for sympathizing with me who has given a kidney to my brother. I just want sincere affection from them, I do not know how to get it.
"Well, Dera, you are a cruel brother. Just donating a kidney just does not want to. Thank goodness there is someone who kindly willing to donate to Dara. "Dad said
"I'm disappointed with you Dera, tega yes you are your own brother." Said Dimas with disappointment at me.
"Who donated his kidney Pa?" Ask kak Virgo.
"I do not know, the donor will not be told his name. In fact he gave his two kidneys for free to Dara. He really is an angel. "Dad replied.
"Suppose you know it's me? Will I be rewarded by Papa? "I muttered to myself.
A few hours before the transplant surgery was done, I wrote a letter to everyone I loved. I do not know, I feel like I'm leaving them all. I feel so tired with my own life. When I finish writing, the letter is to Bi Imah. I also went to the hospital to immediately undergo surgery.
This space feels so scary. All the things I saw were syringes and scissors. Tools that look scary to me. I was taken first into this room, so nobody knows who I am. My position and kak Dara separated by the dividing wall. Until finally I was drugged, and I felt everything was dark.
One week later. . . .
"You finally heal well too. Mama has been worried about you since you were operated on. Fortunately there is a donor. "Said his Mother with affection.
"And Happy Brithday Dara ..." said everyone simultaneously
"Thanks for everything. I'm so perky. Oya, Dera where ya Ma? I do not know why Dara keeps thinking of her. Today is our birthday "Dara said.
"Yes yes? Where is he Bi? "Ask his mother on Bi Imah
"Just a moment, ma'am." Im Im answered by running towards Dara's room.
And a few minutes later arrived with a letter.
"This is a letter from Non Dera before leaving." Tell Bi Imah.
Although somewhat surprised, his mother was reading it rather loudly.
To everyone who is so dear Dera
Maybe when you read this letter Dera is not here anymore. Dera already go to the place that saangaat jaauh. Oya, how's Dara kak? Not sick anymore right? Hopefully my ginjalk can help you to achieve all your unfulfilled dreams.
FOR VERY PAPER REQUIRED
How's Pa? our house is calm yet? Nothing polite anymore right? Oh surely not there dong ya? Yes it is, Dera the troublemaker you already do not exist.
For a VERY-VERY MAMA I LOOK
Ma, Dera will definitely miss the teddy bear Mama's five years ago. Ma, Dera really karaeen Mama hugs. Dera always jealous when Mama just kissed kak Dara while she slept. Dera envy to see Mama who always encouraged kak Dara when he was sad. Dera was envious of all the attention Mama gave to kak Virgo and kak Dara. Dera sangaat envious.
For KAK VIRGO and my twin brother, DARA
How about kak, not anymore do you bother learn? Nothing else that nyetel loud music in the room? Surely our house is quiet yes, surely there will be no more that will make you ashamed of having a brother who is stupid is not it? Oh, sure. Oya, HAPPY YEAR YAH KAK, WELCOME TO YOUR FIRST AGE 17 YEARS. Which I probably will never feel.
You all have to know, how much I VERY SEE YOU. Perhaps with my departure, we will calm down and our homes become peaceful. Dera hope, there will be no more isolated like Dera. Who always cry every night. Who always longs for the warmth of kinship. Maybe with this departure, I'll know how you guys are going to catch me, like I always remember you every night with tears. . . Hopefully YOU ALL HAPPY WITHOUT DERA, AAMIIN.
Greetings long tears happy
Alderaya Zivanna
All who hear cry. They wonder at Im Im Bi where Dera. But suddenly the house phone rings ..
"Yes, I am Hermawan, what is it?" Papanya asked with curiosity.
And a moment later his father cried and immediately took his family to the hospital. And they're late, Dera has been gone for ever. And left millions of regrets every falling cry. Now, he has been quiet and away from injustice throughout his life. Though tears are crying for her that has gone for ever. . .
The End