Beautiful Monster
Main Figure

"I know, I was outrageous because it made her feel lonely. I'm confused, Mom. I don't know how to. I'm tired, I don't want to make Ignacia feel tired from texting me." Rajendra lowered his head, playing his fingers to keep control of his emotions. Perasanannya.

"I feel like the worst man. Ignacia even cried while smiling in front of me. At first she tried to calm me down, then she accidentally cried. He said I-I feel so guilty about him." Rajendra rarely expresses bad feelings to others. Almost never even.

Today is an exception.

"Ignacia must really like you, Rajendra," said her mother with a smile that attracted Rajendra's attention. "You know, in some circumstances, when women are angry, most of us sometimes don't have the energy to vent those feelings. And in the end we will cry. Ignacia may not want to show her anger at you on your happy day."

"Why? He should be able to share everything he feels with me. We've been dating for a long time."

"As you said, Rajendra. Maybe Ignacia was tired, so she cried without her control. My mother had experienced it too. When you fail, you're so angry you end up crying."

Rajendra turned his eyes. How angry was Ignacia crying? His mother got up, put her hands on her son's shoulders to strengthen. He was reminded again why he wanted to take the education that he now lives. The reason why Rajendra is so pursuing education in order to become a great figure for his heart.

"Give up to fight for the needs of the moment will not bring the luck you are looking for. Give Ignacia what she wants, satisfy the female ego you've been in a relationship with. Give him the attention he wants and quietly continue to work hard for you in the future. Youunderstand?"

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The sunlight that entered through the window blinds interrupted Ignacia's sleep. His hands long felt hot because of that luminous line. His eyes slowly opened, realizing that it was time to wake up. Ignacia sat down slowly, looking around her room at a glance.

"I sleep enough" he whispered.

Not yet had he gotten out of bed, the strange music caught by his sense of hearing. His voice resembled classical music with a royal aura. The head of Ignacia instantly made a strange scenario of her being a noble, waking up in the morning with the accompaniment of a royal song.

With a small smile, Ignacia came down from her bed. Intended to find the origin of this voice he heard. Who's the prankster who plays it this early in the morning? Not so early in the morning, but the count was still early because it was not yet past nine for Ignacia.

Ignacia's footsteps were directed into the backyard. There, the glass door that went straight to the garden opened. Looking around like there was no one at home. Did Ignacia leave her family behind because of bad luck? Going to approach the door, the sound of the music is getting clearer.

Mozarts.

Ignacia peeked out of the door. Beside the beloved plants of his parents, the girl who still had the face of a pillow saw a mat that was held. What is there is not clearly visible because it is blocked by plants. Only the end of the mat is visible. There was no one on the page either. Where did everybody go?

The girl came down from the kitchen to the lawn. Her plain feet felt tingled from stepping on an unusual texture. Ignacia was too lazy to take out the wooden slippers her family used to go to the courtyard. The number of sandals is right, there are six, which means there's no one here.

As soon as he got close to the mat there, Ignacia immediately closed her mouth in surprise. Cakes made by Ignacia and Rajendra are there. Placed in the middle of a wooden table and surrounded by other snacks. The presence of cold drinks in the cooler box makes Ignacia sure if now there is a picnic.

The classical music he heard was still playing, accompanying the happy Ignacia. Because of being too happy, Ignacia was not aware of the appearance of some people in the future. Two of them brought the pooper party, they turned it on after the cue.

"Sir Ignacia, happy birthday!" Excite them compact.

The unprepared Ignacia also gasped. The reflex looked for the origin of the sound and found that all five members of his family were standing with a plain black and white balloon. Ignacia remembers her parents sending her birthday presents as a big package. There were three of his siblings and his parents, of course.

"I've had my birthday" Ignacia explained in a small voice. His heart was happy even though his birthday was over.

"No, not yet. Sister just got the reward, her celebration has not. It's now sister's birthday part two," says Ignacia's first sister. Athira embraces her slightly taller sister, twists her body and sits on a mat. Other family members followed sitting around the table.

"We don't sing happy birthday too?" ask Arvin. There's no way Arvin would believe that his brother is having a birthday, right? But seeing the reaction and the question, this child looks so innocent. "Let's sing happy birthday too," she asked later.

Ignacia's father who was on the other side of the table shook his head. A man celebrated his birthday by eating without singing happy birthday. Now Ignacia knows who played that classical music. Even that music still plays to this day. I don't know where that idea came from.

Since Ignacia was the owner of the cake in front of the six of them, her mother handed her a cake knife with a ribbon on the handle. The procession of cutting the cake was even immortalized by Athira using her mobile phone. Ignacia's first cut was given to the impromptu photographer beside her. Think of it as a reward for a video that includes the typical appearance of Ignacia waking up.

The second cut was for his father, the next for his mother, and the last two pieces for Ignacia's younger brothers who had been waiting since. Meanwhile, the cake was still half. Ignacia hopes to share her cake with Rajendra. This cake was made for the idea of cake class.

Still with classical background music, these six families start a picnic. Ignacia's father passed cold drinks from inside the cooler as well as a complement. There is only talk about the father's strange joke about the concept of a picnic in the style of nobles. Drink with raised pinkies, eat cakes with small feeds, and other things that are displayed strangely.

Ignacia whispered to her mother, asking why her father suddenly wanted to become a noble. Then his mother told if the cake that Ignacia brought was seen by his father so elegant because the design is minimalist. So it was associated with elegant nobility.

The four members of the Ignacia family were too busy joking around, so were unaware of Ignacia's whispering activities with her mother. Ignacia goes back to eating her cake, secretly thinking about Rajendra. Her boyfriend would love to eat this cake with her.

"Where did this table come from?" Ignacia asked her father.

"Certainly buy. Dad bought a table that was still raw and painted it. Hows it? Nice right?" One way to get a non-tunggi price. Looking at the size of the table that is not small, it seems to be quite expensive.

The picnic was held for about three hours. Just eating, drinking and joking. The existence of Arvin and Rafka keeps the conversation flowing because they ask a lot about the garden and the names of the plants that are there. With an elephant-like memory his father explained it as clearly as possible.

The cake was not spent so they could have lunch. Arvin and Rafka skip breakfast because they want to eat cake, so they should eat carbohydrates now. His father did not run out of sense so that his daughter's vacation this time was more fun and meaningful. So that his father's role is not replaced also with others.

His father took out a portable stove that was either purchased when, not to forget with flat teflon, butter, brushes for cooking, also sausages that have been pierced. Then Athira brought a container containing sauce for the grilled sausage that had been prepared. Athira said that they prepared this early in the morning while waiting for Ignacia to wake up.

Arvin runs from inside the house, calling Ignacia to help in the kitchen. Her mother asked for help making spaghetti . Arvin balked at eating rice seeing his father who was burning sausages. Instead of fighting, his mother ended up making spaghetti alone. Ignacia was asked to peel the onions and cut them.

"When did you make the cake? Cycling after?"

Ignacia nodded, explaining her date route yesterday. Without telling me about the incident at the restaurant. Hearing the interesting story of his son, the mother smiled a little. Her son's date went well.

Their lunch was pretty quick as the mother of Ignacia used the finished sauce. Only need to be given a complement such as garlic, onions, peppers, and so forth. Next poured over the boiled spaghetti. Placed in a large place so that later it can be taken to each plate.

Lunch will also be served at the backyard table. Coincidentally the tree behind is able to make a shadow so that everyone can shelter. If the sun gets hotter, the kitchen door can still be opened as wide as possible so that it can still breathe fresh air.

This picnic managed to make Arvin and Rafka not play the phone at all. Athira can get away from brushes and paint, stop staying in the room and take a walk around the housing. Ignacia no longer read books or just stayed in a quiet room.

This little family can gather for a picnic.

Ignacia was carrying a glass container filled with spaghetti while her mother was carrying cutlery. Cold drinks replaced mineral water. Enough bottled drinks for today. Athira was called to carry a teapot of room-temperature mineral water. "I wish we could make this picnic every big brother's holiday. As a refreshing of his family," he told the one in the kitchen.

"Then we'll be able to eat sausage every time I go home" Ignacia said as she walked out of the kitchen.

Ignacia saw that her two younger brothers were busy helping her father. Rafka puts the new sausage on teflon while Arvin dabs the sauce on the unburned sausage. The wind is firmer than just breezy come, slightly disturbing the process of cooking sausages when men of the Ignacia family. Therefore, Athira was asked to quickly put down the teapot he brought and switch to take an umbrella near the front door.

Spaghetti's on the table, the sausages haven't all been burned. Think of the father-made grilled sausage as an additional topping. Arvin is unemployed, his job is done just need to wait. Her eyes then found her brother staring at the sausage that was finished burning.

"Wouldn't you?" ask Arvin. He immediately took a sausage that he thought was cold, given to his brother. Ignacia didn't want to refuse, but it didn't seem fair that she ate first from the person who cooked it.

"It feels good, brother just try it." It is not good to refuse a gift. He didn't want to eat accidentally. Once tried, it tastes good as Arvin said. The combination of sauce, sausage, and burning fit on the tongue of the girl who was still wearing the nightgown.

It didn't take long for Athira to return with an umbrella. He put it near the stove to keep the flame. While sitting next to Ignacia, Athira gets a mouthful of sausage from her sister. He said it would be better if the sauce tasted a little spicy. As a sensation enhancer only.

Lunch begins along with the completion of the activity of burning sausages. There was an interesting chatter when the spaghetti began to be shared. Ignacia's father wants to take his family on vacation to the outdoors again. Maybe visit the beach at that time or look for a mountain that can be used for camping. Mumpung has a portable stove he said. Not anytime soon, about the next Ignacia vacation.

Hearing the words of his father who wanted to take his family on a long vacation when the next campus vacation, Ignacia so feel like the main character. Today he woke up feeling flowery due to the pleasant treatment of his family. Classical music, picnics, outdoor lunches, and warm chats. Everything could have happened because of his father's idea after seeing the cake in the fridge.

Didn't the Ignacians become so sweet? Ignacia often felt alone. But not anymore. His return was always missed. Vacation plans only take place when Ignacia returns home for the holidays. Ignacia wished she could be brave enough to thank all the family members who had woken up earlier and prepared all this.

The wind blew slowly, making noisy leaves that became the umbrella of this family. The plain black-and-white balloon that was near the tree also moved. The sun was slowly covered in thick cotton named clouds, making the atmosphere cool as the city where Ignacia was studying.

If this warmth could Ignacia take it into her cold dormitory when Rajendra was busy struggling with his own world. That way Ignacia will be able to shift her mind from feeling sick to more pleasant things.

"Sister, try wrapping the sausage with the spaghetti like this." Athira showed her how to dress the sausage she had cut for one bite. Proudly he then ate his food voraciously. "Now you try" he asked.

"Should it?" ignacia Goda.