Painting Fragile Storytelling
3. FEUDING
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Athena snorted dejectedly along the sidewalk but mixed with guilt for not going straight to the Art Club room, as agreed by those who wanted to clean the room together.
Athena's footsteps stalled at the Minimarket where she worked part-time and saw someone had replaced her temporarily according to Yaksa's remarks.
"Oh, I forgot..."
Finally he sat in a stop chair opposite the Minimarket with his mind in disarray.
The tring!
"Hello, Mother?"
"Abis came home from your job, please buy me a cure."
"Relapse again...?"
"You don't have to ask too many questions, Mom's getting dizzy."
"Mother just said 'yes' you know? Why is that so?"
"YES." YEAH."
"Not just a tired mom, I'm a jug-"
Tuttts...
Not finished talking, suddenly the battery of Athena's phone runs out until she is increasingly upset at this time even ruffled her own hair.
He looked at the dimming sky with his sparkling eyes, he felt that the people of this world were so cruel to deal with with with his small heart that was not that strong.
"Well... Kangen Ezar deh, but it's a pity I've broken him at that time..."
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While in Yaksa's current point of view, he was cleaning his club room by himself very quickly. Somehow he felt annoyed by his talk just now, but if he did not talk it must have been he now cleaned this room with Athena peacefully.
Yaksa looked at the clock on his phone and immediately finished his cleaning activities and locked the Art Club room, he ran out of the school which fortunately had not been closed gate.
In the middle of his journey he tried to call Athena but always could not be contacted until many times trying still the same result, could not be contacted.
The cring!
Yaksa's gaze was fixed on the voice that caught his attention, the sound of the Pharmacy's door. He clearly saw the familiar woman's face with his friendly sweet smile to the cashier, the woman also lowered her head politely and went out.
Yaksa's mouth was eager to greet Athena, but he abandoned his intentions and hid behind a narrow alley.
After the distance was already some distance away with Athena, she hesitantly followed Athena from behind with high vigilance if she did not want to be discovered. I don't know what the motive of this man following the woman, which is obviously curiosity can indeed blind everything.
Until the steps of Athena stopped in front of a simple house, Athena's family home.
Prasggs! Bukkk! Bukkk! AARGHHH!
Yaksa was surprised not to play when he heard the thunderous commotion inside the house, he looked at Athena who put a cold face nose there. Like I'm used to the commotion now.
"DAD! WHY GO HOME?!"
Athena entered the house and slammed her bag, the woman stared in a daze at her stepfather after making a ruckus and under the floor her mother lay weak but still conscious with Athena's presence ignited in anger.
In the eyes of Mother and Sister, usually Athena rarely shows her emotions at home. So it was difficult to see him being happy or sad, but now his face was drawn by anger that would explode.
His stepfather stood in front of him until his sense of smell felt somewhat disturbed due to the pungent aroma of liquor.
Ughhh...
His father's rough hand moved to strangle Athena's neck with all his might until the woman's breath gasped unruffled, her thin hand trying to release the strong chuckle. He finally kicked his father's shins with residual energy, until his father curled up on the floor holding his feet in pain.
Instead of Athena approaching her mother lying on the floor, she approached her sister in the room who had been crouching in the corner with her ears covered with her tiny hands. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth kept counting to hundreds of numbers to calm down.
Athena sat down in front of her sister.
"Arsha."
"Yes Brother..."
"What ampe count?"
"597 Brother..."
Athena rubbed her sister's shoulder-length hair and took her tiny hand to pull her out of the house.
"Good achievement so according to the old promise, this mallem we go out for the wind."
Arsha nodded enthusiastically.
They went out of the room past their Father and Mother who were both lying down, hopefully when they returned home was better. Athena was only afraid of one thing - that was, her sister's mentality would be broken.
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Yaksa was surprised to hear Athena's angry cries, until the noise died down and he stood there and saw Athena with Arsha walking out of the house.
Yaksa's narrowed eyes focused his gaze on Athena's neck which looked red and bruised and then his gaze turned to look at Athena's clearly visible eyes holding back tears, the woman held back her tears in order to look strong in front of her younger sister.
Yaksa was eager to embrace the fragile body to appease the soul of Athena who must have been very injured, but could not because they had just fought in school so it might be awkward if Yaksa dared to embrace Athena.
"Gue thought what the hell, I'm just calling in cuekkin."
Yaksa ruffled his own hair while laughing bitterly softly.
Yaksa looked again at Athena and her sister who were walking away.
"But I'm happy we have something in common, we both have family members."
"Maybe this is the beginning of our steps to become peaceful in the long run to find calm, I will be faithful to wait for you to subside."
He continued his words and walked towards his house in the other direction, seeing the dim lights shining on him.
The man looked up with a rough breath towards the towering apartment, he continued his steps up into the elevator. With a huff of pressing the button and folding hands on the chest, until he got to the 16th floor he exited the elevator and entered one of the rooms with the number 448 on the door.
Dark, silent and the aroma of cinnamon mixed with vanilla burst in his sense of smell. The longer, the more nauseous he was in this spacious room. It felt like there was no air he could breathe.
Then he entered his room at the end of this spacious room. If you imagine the room of an art child is full of beautiful scribbles full of meaning, full of frames with colorful canvas patterns or just a meaningful art figure. It was all wrong and inversely proportional to Yaksa.
His room was full of monotonous white sticky notes with various formulas, materials, English vocabulary and others written by his father and stepmother. He is required to be perfect in the value of all subjects, must quickly master it and must be able to replace the genius of his 2-year-old stepbrother, Jordan.
Initially Yaksa was an ordinary boy who was cared for in an orphanage, as he was an orphan. Until finally he got a change of custody by this rich family on the grounds of his son, Jordan lonely.
Bitter after the departure of Jordan, Yaksa experienced the impingement of physical and even mental violence was very disturbed at that time. Until he continues to struggle to level his abilities with Jordan's abilities, until finally he can no longer and choose art as his best medicine to keep the spirit of continuing life.
Besides art, she also has friends.
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