I wake up on hospital, as usually. This time, with too much interval. On my nose and a few in my hands. I start to lifted them all, one by one. You know what? I almost skilled using disinfection and cotton because this round and round accident. Slowly, I skulk. I'm getting out, walking, and the running. More fast I running, until I feel I bump into someone. Someone I ask.
"You?! What are you doing here?" I'm asking spontaneous.
"Clara? What are you doing here?" Uh-huh, he ask me the same question. Oh-My- this freaky stranger! Well, maybe it just my bad destiny to see himself twice at the same day.
"Clara, are you sick? You wear a hospital uniform?" he ask me confusedly.
"No, I just... just shooting, you know? Pretending." I give some argue.
"So? Did you mean, you are artist in Indonesia? Really?!" he still ask me enthusiasticly.
"Yeah!" Actually, I answering un-true. I'm just alert while watching situation of this hospital.
I know, I'm lying. And also I know, soon or later, all about this will revealed. But for this time, I just wanna this human to quite and don't give me question anymore. After my lie-answer, I really frightened out when he suddenly takes his phone and book from his inside bag.
"Clara, give me your signature! I want to take the photo with you, please!" he said enthusiastly.
Perfoce, I follow his desirability with one requisite!
"Don't tell anyone about it! It's really a big secret!" I start to lying again.
Confused still stay on his face, but he just nod his head. He comes for look in on his uncle. Ya, his uncle was need treathment from this hospital (which same with me). Then I can go back home quietly, without must pretending again.
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I feel better when I arrived at my home. I don't know who bring me to the hospital, but that isn't something which important for me. I change my clothes and sleep. Don't need no more times, I heard door of my room was open.
There was pair of shoes who come in on my room slowly. Moves who really scared makes me waking up from my sleep. Hand who slowly caress my hair dan such like a kiss in my head. Then those hands give me a blanket, switching off the lamp, and gone.
"Sorry, Dad. For can't be a good daughter like you want." I said while seeing the shadow from my Dad was gone, slowly.
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Tomorrow in the morning, I go to school cheerfully. There's no more pain. I have to fast arrived to school! I'm afraid the fussy stranger will tell the world about 'my yesterday incident'in school. But, obviously I'm wrong! The fussy stanger was look so passionate on his table with a few of books.
I finally can breathing roomy dan straightly approach my friends. Evidently he's not as complicated as. Will be so annoying if the new student there emerge more long in my life. From long time ago, I hate a new things!
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