I'm still looking at the house that will be my residence later. The door is brown with large windows all around. A long bench made of weathered wood sits nicely in front of the terrace. I feel like I've seen this house before, but I can't remember where or when.
Flowers grow all around the yard. I was reminded of the house in the Cinderella movie, which is always a spectacle for girls my age because of the love story that attracts teenagers like syndrome and fantasy, as if Cinderella will come true in her life.
The love story of a girl one night turned into a beautiful girl with the help of the fairy finally arrived at the prince's party palace and she attracted the attention of the guests then the Prince asked her to dance and suddenly the curfew rang and the girl had to return to her real life.
The Prince tried to find the shoes left at the party. And at the end of the story the Prince managed to find him, he was taken to the palace by the Prince and married. Who wouldn't want a story like that to come true in the life of every seven year old girl.
Hmmmmm ... I smirked to myself, amused by the thought of that moment when I was infatuated with that story back then.
Wow ... this is my new world.
I was still sitting in the car and my father opened the windshield.
"Are you alright Dear?" asked dad looking at me sitting in the back seat holding my hands shivering, maybe Dad can hear my teeth grinding.
"OK!" I answered without a sound, just the shape of my lips while nodding.
Several residents were already waiting for our arrival. I tried to peek from the window. It's not that many, about thirty people and several children my age.
I smiled when the figure of a man stood not far from the front yard of the house that would later become my home. He saw me and I greeted him with a smile. But, somehow his gaze was cold, frozen expressionless, who was he?
Aahhh ... Never mind, I don't care who he is. I turned my face away and smiled at the other residents. I'm still sitting in my VW Combo. I felt like I was at the north pole, shivering. Really my whole body feels stiff, frozen. I repeatedly moved my legs and arms to keep from getting cold. "How can they live like this?" I thought, still trying to rub my hands together. I touched my cheeks, cold ... so cold. "Dad ... are you sure you want to stay here?" I asked in a stammering voice I muttered to myself.
"Mom, you see... they seem very friendly don't they." I looked at my mother who was still sitting in front, she smiled. His smile widened his gaze fixed on my father as if he felt the happiness that father felt.
My father was greeted with joy by the people, they greeted my father one by one and politely bowed. I don't know what they are talking about. Maybe say hello, I thought. Not long after, my father came up to me and told me to get out.
"Come on honey, get off quickly ..." while opening the car door and lifting his briefcase.
I nodded when my father opened the car door for me with a smile, I got out of the car my whole body was still stiff, I tried to move my legs. "Oh God." I blew my hands which were still frozen, the air was really cold. My stomach was almost cramped, lucky I had prepared everything. Before departure my father reminded me to bring a jacket, he already knew the weather conditions here. I never imagined it would be like this before.
How could they possibly survive here for almost so many years. Again I blew my hands many times. Really, I can't move my fingers and my blood flow starts to freeze too. My breath was heavy against the cold but they didn't look at all cold like me. Maybe they're used to it.
Yeah ... I think so.
A girl maybe around five years old was standing next to a woman who was probably her mother, their faces both similar. Her curly hair in a double ponytail and messy bangs half covered her innocent white face. I love her eyes ... so beautiful, the dark circles of her eyes are big and almost cover the white around them. I still look at her, beautiful eyes I said.
She grabbed the hem of her mother's dark blue sweater and smiled at me. And I noticed that all the people in this city almost have the same, skinny, pale face shape, and .... hair, well ... their hair is mostly white. Maybe it's because of the lack of sun, I thought. I grimaced and she immediately hid her face behind her mother's tiny body while occasionally looking at me again. I smiled at her behavior. So funny... the mother smiled at me.
I'm tailing behind daddy, only the legs still feel stiff. I walked with a limp following in the footsteps of my father. My mother held my hand walking beside me. I feel warmth all over my body. I smiled at her. Mom looks happy. It can be seen from the look on her face. She knew I would definitely experience something like this again. And a mother who always makes me able to survive and accept whatever happens in my life. I never cared about what I was going through as long as there was a mother who was always faithful to accompany me, everything was beautiful to me. And only mother can make me feel calm, as calm as now.
"Introducing my only daughter, Flanella Adesya" Father introduced me to all the residents who had welcomed us when we arrived at the house.
I smiled at them and they smiled back at me, again they bowed their heads. Their faces are so innocent, they are wearing layers of clothes maybe because the air in Taron city is so cold. I've been cold ever since. And suddenly a mother approached me. I backed away spontaneously, she stopped and looked at me. What will she do? My eyes are full of suspicion. And apparently she wanted to put a dark brown scarf around my neck. I was surprised, I glanced at my father and he nodded in agreement. I finally accepted the gift.
"You're cold Fla ..." she said. I smiled quickly and she remembered my name.
I'm ashamed that I thought badly of him. I really don't like other people touching my body. My mother smiled at me, she was standing next to me. My cheeks must have looked red from embarrassment, I moved the sole of my right foot and immediately held my hand tightly, mother always knew my movements when I was in a state of embarrassment. A boy who I think was the same age as me covered his mouth laughing at me. I smirked at his behavior, he was still laughing, he certainly was enjoying my stupidity.
Argh ... I shook my head. Stupidly, I always suspected other people.
And I was still annoyed to see the young man who had been laughing at me for a long time was still standing motionless next to an old man not far from where I was standing. He greeted my mother and smiled, my mother smiled at him. And mom looked straight at me, I squinted my eyes. Annoyed to see it, what does she mean by my mother? She is so polite. Just so you know, I don't like your attitude.
Licker ... I grumbled inwardly while looking cynically at him. However, there was an old white-haired woman who had been watching me without even blinking. I looked at him, he was silent even though I had tried to smile at him.
Why is everyone here so weird?