Equal exchange, was a word that my teacher said to me over and over again. Wanting something, you just need to give a thing with equal value. That's why knowledge is so important.
A hand caress my head, using a towel to wipe the dirt on my face. The moment the person see my face, a silent atmosphere emerge as always.
No emotion, blank face, eyes full of death toward this world. Many people instantly keep their distance when seeing me. And i used to it. But...
" Boy, what you name ? why you all alone? and what is this knife you holding, are you goona kill chicken with this? haha ". A silly questions with silly laugh. But , the person in front of me still standing there.
" Come with me, then, at least cover your body with my pitiful house ". Still with the small laugh. That person hold my hand, my right hand already above my head. This person is tall indeed.
The knife is in my left hand. But im confused with this person. Dragging me from my work, is unreasonable. Anyway, that person said about home. So its okey i guess.
My feet is hurt.
My hand is hurt
In fact my face is hurt too, maybe from the wiping method or the cloths used instead. Sigh...my pitiful life.
After few turn and right, we reached a tall house. The person stoped and start talking to me. But im ignore it.
Seeing the home, of course, from my points of view, i can see the door at most. And i sigh again..
This is the ten times? already? wow that was much. Anyway its doesn't matter. Encountering this kind of situation is norm to me. In any case ....i can't die.
The person beside me opened the door, and let me in. For this kind of person who lives alone, is confirmed, have a basement. Because every person that i see to have this kind of house have some house members. Some may open but others don't, so maybe the person beside me in the latter. But, who lock their door when going outside? if their have someone at home?. Anyway its doesn't matter.
" Haha, boy, this will be you new home ". I heard that person again. Yeah, i heard this for the 8 times already. The 2 time period, their just kick me inside and telling me to behave.
But..
The moment i saw what inside, my dull eyes move a little.
Kids running or i said chasing each other. Ohh they bigger than me. But why their chasing each other?..weird.
Some writing on the wall... and a girl around my age reading a book.
" Haaa!..carly, how many time i said! huuh?! don't use the permanent liquid to write something! ". The person beside me yelled at the child who have a face full of fokus on her works.
Upon hearing the door opened, all the kids come running, and some of them fell to their teeth. Someone yelling at the back saying " Im in toilet ! ". Please wash you hand first then.
" Grandma Ceciline !!! " all the child, yelled at the same time. They stand opposite of me and staring at the person beside me. Some of them looking at me too.
This is not abducting house or slavery house that for the ten time i experienced. Its was orphanage.
Looking at the happy face and harmony atmosphere between them, even kids will understand.
Then for the first time, i raised my head toward the person beside me.
Old lady, wearing nun robe. Standing there with that same sily smile i told to myself. But, not anymore....a reall deal. No fake smile and no fake emotion.
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Room 12
Jeke laying there on his bed. Abruptly siting down. Face full of sweat. Ha...ha..ha..a he's making a heavy breathing.
" A dream..huh.." sighing to himself, he's stand up and go to bathroom.
Few minutes later, he come out with topless body. A body with strength.
" Testing ceremony...is today then" Jeke muttered.