MAYDEA: Turning Point
Family Figure
..."Why should people hate and judge me for a mistake that even I don't understand?"...
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'PLAC!'
The sound of a slap that echoes, the feelings can make the listeners feel pained. Hard and certainly painful.
A ferocious-looking middle-aged woman looked at the girl kneeling before her with a sharp gaze. Pretty gruesome. But the white-haired woman who was hit, was still able to straighten her body— made the hitter feel angry.
"WHO TOLD YOU TO STAND UP, HA?"
"Mother, I—"
"I'm not your mother a son of a bitch!"
Maydea growled while holding her reddish cheeks. The girl looked at the stepmother bravely. He did not accept the nickname that Gayatri pinned for him.
Gayatri snorted, then turned to Maydea's feet. He hit the girl's leg hard, using a broomstick. His expression looked really evil.
"Don't call me that nickname!" Maydea shouted furiously, pointing at Gayatri with her index finger. The stepmother who had been ignited emotions also immediately pushed the albino girl.
"That's a fact you can't deny! Your mother died, and it was because of you! You are a bastard child! Héram's son! Your mother, must have cheated on Satria, until a child like you was born; who was unlike her father and mother. Where would you get those blue eyes if not from your mother's actions, ha?!" Maydea had a strong hand, and in a split second it had floated up Gayatri's cheek. The girl slapped her stepmother.
"HOW DARE YOU, HA?!" Gayatri held up her broom high, preparing to hit Maydea. But the girl in white, actually looked at him with nyalang—challenging.
"Enough, Ma!" A young man in a newly arrived gray white uniform looked surprised, then ran a little towards Maydea— hugging him, as if giving protection.
"Go Raka! Let Mama punish this dissident!"
"Maydea Raka's. It's Raka's job to protect Kak May," said the young man. His gaze looked soft, looking at the mother with a pleading look.
"Sister, go!" whisik Raka's. Maydea who heard it rushed, running small to his small house not far from there—igning Gayatri who had been careless. This is common, and there will be no big problems after this because there is Raka protecting her.
Some residents looked at Maydea pity, and the majority seemed indifferent. Such a sight was common.
Trudged, Maydea walked towards her home—holding her sore cheeks. Gayatri is absolutely outrageous. The old woman scolded him just because of the herbs. Even if Maydea doesn't come to the house, Gayatri will definitely come to him—seeking him like a cop looking for his fugitive.
Maydea leaned against the wall of the house. The girl took a deep breath. He knows he can't go on like this. He was not sure he could hold on until when. What was on his mind, his fate was really difficult. Going to the city, of course, is not easy. Moreover, he himself, it would be difficult to adapt there. It would be different if someone else was with him.
"Sir May!" A few minutes later, Raka came with some medicine. Maydea smiled at that. His sister was always responsible for his mother's actions.
"Sorry, Brother! Mama is outrageous," said Raka while shaking her head. He admitted that Gayatri was evil, there was no need to lie to himself. The temperament of the middle-aged woman was really bad. Sometimes, Raka who is his favorite child can be hit if he is emotional.
"It's mundane. No need to apologize. You're not wrong." Raka just muttered hearing that. He had memorized the sentence that Maydea had always said.
"I have savings, brother."
"Then?"
"If Kak May wants to go first out of town, it can—" Raka had not yet finished her speech, but Maydea had shaken her head. Obviously, it would be very troublesome for his sister. It felt awkward and embarrassing, considering how an older brother seemed to be, to have to rely on his younger brother.
"That's your money, Raka ...! You'll feel guilty for using that money." Maydea looked at Raka gently. Honestly, he felt touched by the attention of his half-sister.
"Raka did not feel bothered and objected, really. After all, if Raka needs, Raka can ask for money to ..—Dad." Raka seemed hesitant to say her last word; afraid that the sentence she made would offend Maydea. Strangely enough, because a child without blood relations seems to be, it is easier to get something from the father; compared to the biological child whose life is actually cause for concern.
"Just one year. Wait for you to graduate High School. That's what you promised, right?" Hearing that sentence, Raka smiled. Yeah, that's true. He once promised to take Maydea away from his village someday— gave the sister freedom, as the girl had wanted all along.
"Yes. Hopefully Raka will make it to that university" he said. Raka also breathed. Finished treating his brother's wounds, the young man put medical devices onto the cold floor. For a moment, he felt concerned about the condition.
"No extra blankets, brother? I'll give you if you want to." Raka's question made Maydea smile thinly, then shook her head a few seconds later.
Raka sighed, then stared outside the house, where people passed by. Quite crowded because this place, it is close to plantations and shops that sell basic necessities.
"If I don't accept 'how, huh, sister?" raka asked without taking her eyes off the outside.
"Not necessarily, Brother ...! There's still a lot smarter out there than me, and they could also be rejected by their dream campus."
"Maybe they're lazy." Maydea replied briefly. The answer is true, but there is no certainty there. Might?
"I'm lazy sometimes."
"Sometimes only, Raka ...! If sometimes or occasionally, that's the name, you're not a slacker; just tired and bored, maybe," Maydea said. Raka who heard that smiled. Thanks to his older brother, he had more enthusiasm to enter the university of his dreams. Ya—being a successful person to boast and make the girl happy. No matter if they have no blood relationship. Think of it as an attempt to repay Maydea and Satria's kindness to her; as well as an apology for her mother and sister's mistakes. He loved Maydea; he was also disappointed in the mother who was happy to act.
"Happiness, Sister May, will surely come. I promise," said Raka. It is cheap to make promises; but he will not lie. He'll guarantee that. He will prove his words with all his efforts. That's Maydea's right, because she promised.
"Don't make it too easy to make promises! It's going to be difficult if you can't keep up with it" Maydea said. Raka who heard that frowned.
"Sir May believes Raka, right?" ask Raka. "So I can be happy, like I was. Sister May, surely can achieve your dream to become a famous singer," he said.
Maydea closed her eyes. Right, he had a dream. However, the confidence in his heart for all of that to come true, was small. He was unlike anyone else who had someone else behind it. If it was just him, would that be enough?
"I'm making a new song. Want to sing, brother?"
"About?"
"It's random, anyway. Suddenly I got the idea. The story is about someone who wants to give happiness to his loved ones," said Raka. The young man smiled. The song describes him; he who wants to make Maydea happy.
...««« THE LYRICS »»»...
...You'll be happy...
...You'll be the happiest...
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...Hey, Babe...
...What are you thinkingin' about?...
...Baby hold my promise...
...Baby hold my world...
...As like you hold my world...
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...'Cause you'll be happy...
...You'll be the happiest...
...««« Aka, 24/06/2022 »»»...
Maydea pulled both corners of her lips after skimming the lyrics Raka gave her. It was tucked in the pocket of the young man's white ash uniform and given to him in a tangled state. Maybe it was trampled—or what?
"So it was made a toy with my friend, brother," Raka hissed. His face looks wrinkled. Maydea felt, her sister was really upset.
"Yeah, calm down. No problem, Raka ...! It's still readable." Maydea stroked Raka's shoulder gently, calming the young man down. Yes, it shouldn't be a big deal.
Raka let out a sigh, then stood up and walked towards the corner of the room. The young man opened the cloth that covered an object—an acoustic guitar, a gift from him to his brother.
After Raka handed over her guitar, Maydea looked pondering. He was thinking about the right tone for the song. While strumming her guitar, the girl closed her eyes.
Raka stared at the older brother for a few minutes. It took a long time for the girl to think. Yes, Raka understood because it was not easy. In fact, several times Maydea changed keys, melody, and sitting position. But it seems, now, the girl has found her inspiration when she opened her eyes.
