Pain(Tings)
Chapter 4: Speechless

"Angt ... Brother ... Tata wants to come!" whining a little girl towards a man who was fifteen years older than her.

The man, crouching. Aligning his body to be equal to the height of the person who calls himself 'Tata', sounds very sweet call.

"But Brother wants to go far," he said regretfully.

Sita pouted with the narration of her brother. He shuffled, tightly hugging the neck of the man in front of him. Giving her some kisses on her face, made Adya - the grown man - chuckle amusedly with her sister's behavior.

"Already, Tata. Geli ...," he said. He grabbed his little sister's hand and dyed it short. "Well, if it's big, what will it be?"

The playful girl was adorned by ribbons, leaving behind a pinch of a rather long haircut, looking solemnly at Adya. "Say I want to be a brother!" he said with pride.

Adya was intrigued by Sita's speech. He kissed his sister's temple. "Type wants to be a man, Rich Brother?"

Sita shook her head. "That's not it, Chicken Bang! Tata wants to be a great person like Brother," he explained.

Adya pinched a pinch of Sita's nose. "Bang Adya, dear ...," Adya tried to recite it slowly. "A-D-Y-A!"

Sita follows the pronunciation of Adya's name which is difficult for her. "A-D-Y-A!"

Adya smiled broadly. Then, continue the sentence, "Bang Adya!" yells. Hope Sita can follow the correct pronunciation.

"Chicken Man! Hooray!" Sita prancing around, she clapped her hands happily. Adya smiled wryly.

"Adya, Deck. Not Chicken, loh," complained Adya all the time.

Sita nodded obediently. "Yes, Chicken Bang!"

Adya shook her head, she stood up and turned to the woman watching their interaction with the smile of the dikulum. Adya approached him, followed by the little girl who kept holding the end of Adya's shirt.

"Ma, Adya said yes," she said to the woman who was so meritorious throughout her life.

"Yes, be careful, son."

Adya smiled as she nodded. He tried to release Sita's reach on her body.

Sita whines very hard because Adya releases her grip on the shirt. Because no heart, before really leaving, Adya wiped the tears that had soaked her sister's adorable face.

"Do not cry? Tata can count, right?"

Sita nodded very slowly. Adya smiled back. If only, this was not a demand that he was obliged to fulfill, in order to support his future, Adya would never have the heart to leave his sister as she is now.

"Well, now, try every day, count to thirty, can you?"

With her song, Sita asked, "Let's that day how many, Bang?"

"Then, Sleep, and wake up in the morning. It's just called one day" explained Adya.

Sita glanced at the woman behind her, hugging Sita from behind. "What is it, Ma?"

"Yes, honey."

It was only after getting confirmation from his mother that Sita smiled happily at Adya. "Well, I understand."

Adya grew increasingly unwilling as she turned around and left her sister far behind her. Because no matter when the day, he can stare at the adorable face of his beloved sister after his departure to Berlin, Germany.

The city of Berlin, is home to 400 art galleries as well as being the center of the development of graffiti painting which is now popular in various countries. It became the place to start mingling with people from abroad.

But unfortunately, his fond memories in a city that has long been a city of various types of rapidly developing artworks, must be paid for by the fateful incident that made him unable to see his sister forever.

His separation with his sister, is the last meeting at once from a memory that until the end of his life, Adya will not forget. Because it was his promise as an elder brother, Adya Surya Adirajada to Sita Prawira Adirajada, who had Adya immortalized - the day before his death - on the canvas of the painting he named : My Little (Forever) Sister's.

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Sita blinked confusedly, she gasped for breath in her dream. In the thick blanket that covers him, Sita walks straight towards the sink and removes some of his stomach. Her sleeping flowers, in the form of her memories of Adya, made uncomfortable turmoil in her stomach and heart.

Through the reflection of the mirror, Sita gritted her teeth. His flat yellow face, suddenly turning deathly pale, even he saw his lips slightly purplish. It was fitting that the air felt so cold, he might forget to lower the AC temperature in his room. While holding onto the sink, Sita hissed because of the uncomfortable feeling that was still entrenched in the heart.

"Why did Bang Adya go to Berlin anyway!" snarl.

Sita hit the end of the sink a few times hard. She could not help but feel tightness in her heart, hoping that the physical pain she received could restore the condition of her heart.

"Because physical wounds can be treated with drugs, while the cure for a diseased heart is the affection of others."

A piece of Adya's speech when Sita was a child, so clearly imprinted on his mind. As hard as Sita tried to dispel the pain in his heart, still, Adya's departure was always a weakness for Sita's defense not to cry.

Sita's body sagged downwards, she curled up like a child by submerging her face on both knees bent. His waves began to sound, along with his flattened shoulders. Sita was getting sad when she remembered Adya.

Bima's anger at night, made him think of Adya, to finally make Sita slumped in silence. Because remembering something that we can not hold anymore, we can not see the development or see the smile that always makes us smile, very stifling chest.

Sita's bathroom door knock was heard, although faint-faced, but Sita heard it. After he cleaned up his appearance to look more normal with red eyes puffy, is not an easy matter. Moreover, the person Sita met behind her bathroom door was a meritorious woman who had fought her life for Sita.

Even without Sita telling a story, a mother's instincts will never go wrong. Pratista, though always strict with him, never to not pay any attention to Sita. Just when Sita pops her head, Pratista immediately holds the tiny body of her daughter who is still the shoulder.

"Udah, Darling .. It's okay, Brother must be okay," he said.

If Pratista does not remember he has children, he has made sure that he, too, will be absorbed Sita when she loses her eldest child. Sita is his treasure that cannot be exchanged for anything.

"Now, you want to keep following like Brother Adya, son?"