Who would have thought that the one who picked me up at the airport was my mother? I didn't believe what I saw I pinched myself several times because I couldn't believe what I saw. This is impossible, let alone the sun is already high in the sky, it's time to work. Mother saw me and smiled at me. The mother's way of walking looks very elegant with tight office clothes that make her look even more like an important person.
I cried because I was moved by the arrival of the mother with her secretary. Happiness for me. Although I still can't speak, I give a sign with a heart shape that I miss my mother, and my mother hugs me tightly, I can smell the perfume that mom always wears. Happiness is also for me. This is a step incident for me, I will enjoy it willingly.
Mother took me back home with the servants who were already waiting. There's a lot I want to tell you, but the first thing I questioned when I got to my room and unloaded things was about mom's whereabouts here.
"Mother is not working?" I asked, writing it down in a notebook given by grandpa.
"I miss you kid. Then your grandfather told me about what happened to you. Don't worry, we will see Erwin's doctor and check your condition regularly. Mother is sure that if your voice will come back, it will come back. I want to hear you call me. Sorry because I've been inattentive lately, a lot is going on in the kid's office. A problem that can't be left behind, but I have solved everything immediately to pick you up. You may be hungry, sort out your things and we go outside to eat together."
I went back to school, and there were a lot of questions from my friends about what happened to me, but I couldn't write something too long, my hands were tired of writing. I just wrote something about what happened to me in different ways. I can't tell the truth. It's just a story that grandpa told my mother and father.
For a year I couldn't speak, and now after a year, I got the bad news. The plane my father was on was lost in the middle of the sea. The news has already spread on television and I didn't expect that dad's return was something bad. I cried, hoping to get the news that my father was safe and would be discharged soon. Because of this incident, I did not take a vacation to the village, and together with the mother searched for the whereabouts of my father who had not been found.
"My dad, my dad is coming back. Dad's promised me, promised dad would go home, bring souvenirs from there," I said losing my mind for a few moments. Can't calm down in the way it is now. The mother's face also looked very worried waiting for news, and for weeks no news was obtained.
This incident made me not say much. Even after I entered high school, people stayed away from me because they felt like they couldn't get along with me. I received some ridicule, even my junior high school friend didn't care about me about my current condition. I don't have any friends.
One semester passed, and another news appeared. Grandpa died. This time my voice couldn't stand still. I cried so hard, for, in this hard year, there were two deaths that I listened to, although the death of my father still made me doubt. When I listened to the news from Mr. Harto, I immediately called the mother and as usual, only her secretary picked up her phone. I gave a message that grandpa was dead and I was on my way there. Because I want to prove it myself, that grandpa is dead.
I hadn't seen grandpa for two years, and the other news I knew about him was the news of his death. I arrived just at the moment of grandpa's funeral. I can't accept it, there are many things I want to tell grandpa, and I met him late because of the delayed flight due to bad weather.
"Miss, let go of your grandpa."
I cried without anyone holding me back. Upon my return to the castle, I saw this castle, there was a lot that changed and everything was a disappointing thing. There are some leaking walls, and they must be repaired immediately. Nurse Dory was also there, with a sad face. I don't hate her so much anymore, because as long as I live my life, I know when I came here last time, I hated nurse Dory for being too close to grandpa, and I didn't like that.
"Miss, there is something your grandfather gave you before his death. He said this is for you," nurse Dory said giving me the key and also a diary written by my grandfather.
I can't afford to read it, for now, I can't read some of grandpa's life, I don't want to cry too often, my head hurts. Then a key, this is the key I wanted a long time ago, the key to the hidden room, is at the top of the castle and no one can go there without grandpa's permission, and now I get the key. The room on the tower is a hidden room that grandpa has always hidden, I guess grandpa gave this key because of something about a secret that I should know.
"Hello Mother, yes the funeral is over. Why? Return? Well, I'll be back tonight."
I didn't prepare many things when I came here, because I was too shocked and didn't have time to tidy up things. Mother can't go to grandpa's funeral, as far as I know, mother rarely visits grandpa. Mother told me that I have to go back soon because the person who took care of the grandfather's inheritance was waiting to convey the heir.
"Aunt Yun, I want auntie to stay here, take care of this castle. Just take advantage of whatever is here. I entrusted this castle to auntie. Then, Mr. Harto, please take good care of grandpa's garden. Now maybe I can't do it, but there will be the announcement of grandpa's heir, and I have to go there to hear it. At least, take care of this castle until the heir has been announced."
I'm back home tonight. My body is tired from going on a long journey these two days. My face became dull, then the bags of my eyes were exposed. Now, who can I make my venting place? Dad is gone, and so is grandpa, mother never cares, and then I don't have any friends I trust. My high school days were bleak, there was no happiness like the high school story in the movie. Though I wanted something memorable in my high school story. In my room, I burst into tears. No one heard me, and I felt isolated in my family, both on the paternal side and the mother's side.
My other cousins had a good life, and they were famous on social media. They are accomplished, experienced, and have the charisma that makes people like them. It's not that I don't talk to them, it's just that when I talk to them, I listen more often than I talk. My life is a bit miserable.