A HEART THAT IS STILL TRAPPED IN THE PAST
Things That Sucks

We recently finished working on the group task, when the room door was clearly knocked by someone who then interrupted our class activities, which were noisy so that all became quiet at once.

The class president stood up and opened the door to see who the guest was, after they had a little chat Our class president turned his head and he looked right at me.

I blinked confused, actually why else? No way, someone's looking for me again. The class president then said in a rather loud voice; “It's time to go home, Ella your sister picked you up.”

I don't have a sister!

I don't know who else, the person who claimed to be my brother, really deh. I was annoyed, then it increased again with Daren looking back at me, “You have a sister?"

“I am the firstborn, how can I have a Brother? Cousin brother yes, but there is no one school with me.”

“Then, who's outside?”

“Why are you asking me?” I'm staring.

“She searched for you.”

“Lantas, what? I don't know many people in school.” I don't know why suddenly Daren is like taking me for a storm. It pisses me off, The mood is good why is it bad again?

Can't be understood.

I left Daren still staring at me, heading to the classroom door to see who claimed to be my sister. I then frowned, staring dislikely at the person in front of me money was smiling giggling

“Come, grab your bag and go home with me.” The son glanced at his watch.

“I can go home by myself, why are you here?” I asked her with annoyance.

“What else? Of course fetch you.”

“Hah? What are you picking me up for? I'm not a kid!” I unconsciously raised the volume of my voice. What does this son want? So annoying. Why should I go home with him? Our house is different, even a little far away.

“Go home first, I still have group work.”

“I will wait for you, I brought a vehicle.” I was then surprised by him, This guy doesn't have a SIM yet!

Me and Son are only one year different, He is one year older than me remember I just stepped on the age of 13 years October yesterday. While Putra will enter the age of 15 years of third grade later.

“I don't want to! Go home by yourself" I closed the door and headed toward my seat in annoyance.

“What happened?” Indira asked me, it made me sigh.

“Nothing, Let's continue working on the Task,” I replied.

The four of us became silent, all focused on each other's work, every once in a while I felt Daren's gaze again, I saw him and he took his eyes off me.

I sighed and finally said to myself: “People were Son, he took me home together. ”

Daren then glanced at me, “Has she always been like that? Confess as your sister?”

“Hum, if you're two he asks me to call him Om neat if in public he likes to claim to be my brother.”

“Yes, that's how it is. Family line makes us confused.”

“...”

The family tree is so complicated, you wouldn't understand if your grandfather or grandmother never explained it to you. That's how I felt, Me and Son by a year, and he's the son of my grandmother's brother, my mother's smallest cousin.

“You have a unique family,"

I just nodded, we finished the task and went home. I thought the son had come back first, but it turned out I was wrong he was still waiting for me in front of the class.

I don't want to go home with him, first he doesn't have a SIM, second he's a minor and third we live in a different place.

“Let's go home,” Son started to hold my hand and wanted to pull me to go.

“I don't want to, I told you to go home first. Anyway our house is different,” I said reminding him.

No, I will still drive you, all I want to meet your grandmother.”

My grandmother was actually your own appointment, I just said that in my heart because I didn't want to attract the attention of the crowd. My son and I got into a fight, until I finally had to go with him.

Along the way I didn't talk to him, I was very worried about going home without using the Helmets, and even along with riders who didn't have a driver's license.

When I got home, I immediately left him who was still parked his motorbike in the trunk. I really had no intention to chat with him, even when Grandpa asked me I just said that I was tired.

I went straight into my room on the second floor. My sister who was in the fifth grade of Elementary school was already on my desk and seemed to be doing her schoolwork.

“Sister, are you home? Can you help me draw? I have a drawing assignment, and tomorrow it will be collected.”

“Hm, let me see what you're drawing?” I asked my sister after I finished changing my school clothes.

Gabriel, she is my second sister and she is a little girl who is just about to turn 10 next year. My sister doesn't have the skills in art, but she always gets a class champion.

“What attacked you picture? A kitten?” I looked at Gabriel, and he was just mm

Just reply me with a blink.

“That's Buffalo, Brother!” From her tone of voice I knew she was upset with me.

“Not similar at all,” I found my sister had already glared at me, this time it seemed like she was really mad at me.

“Hey, no need to be angry, now let me sit there.”

Gabriel then moved out of the chair and went out of my room. I just shook my head and started drawing a big buffalo bathing in mud in the rice field.

Not long after, the door of my room opened and Gabriel entered along with the Son and the tray of food. I stopped my work, then finished my lunch.

“Eh, where is Michael?” I haven't seen my first sister since.

“Kakak go play to the house Neighbor.”

My first brother's name was Michael, his name was indeed somewhat similar to our neighbor's name, only the difference was that my sister had an additional "h" while my little friend had no additional "h" in her name, Mikael..

The names of the three of us are taken from the names of the three archangels, St. Michael, St. Gabriel and St. Raphael. Although the angels Gabriel and Raphael had the title Santo, their names were feminine enough that it made our parents choose that name as our Baptist name..