Secrets & Prejudice = Keep it secret, you will hurt
Hidden story. chapter five
That day Ananta was called by Bu Lita to go to his room at the break. He knew what he was going to face there. It must have been a task he didn't do that day.
"why is your essay job still empty. I'm asking you to write, not draw.” Angry Bu Lita while showing Nanta's task sheet which contains a sketch. There's a little inscription that says my mom's under it.
Bu Lita said this essay will be recorded, all children in the class will participate because this is the first project assignment in the subject. But the theme felt heavy for Ananta to write in the form of words.
“because in my opinion. This picture is enough to summarize all the words I want to write”.
"what do you mean?" asked Bu Lita with a wrinkled forehead. This sentence of the disciple in front of him did not explain anything.
"the theme.." said ananta hesitantly. His heart felt as though it had just been hit by something.
"i want to write it, but can't I if my work isn't included in the book?" ask Ananta. He didn't want his story to be read by many, but he still had to put it together to be judged.
"is that for personal reasons?" Why does it have to be? Bu Lita was still wondering about the real problem. Being a teacher does not mean that you know everything. Like now he did not know anything that made his disciple make this kind of sad face.
"it's about my mother and I don't want many people to read it" Ananta continued. It hurt for him to remember how the woman he loved had gone first. Too soon even. He did not want others to read it and gave sympathy that would feel nauseating now. Let others know only that they are cold and indifferent without knowing what tragedy makes them so. It's a little evil to mention her sadness now that she's gone for good.
"Mother, it looks like my mother" she said with a faint smile. That's why he likes to see it. It was like evoking old memories, as if he could see his mother while alive.
Well... Bu Lita looks like her mother. That was why sometimes he could suddenly smile just by knowing the whereabouts of Bu Lita nearby. She likes to observe the smiling face of the woman.it looks very soothing as if she is really her own mother.
Such things include deceiving the real self. His mother will not return with the figure of Bu Lita. But let it be this way, love the figure of others to just treat a little misses on people who will never be able to return.
He never told anyone. Even to Alana. Let Ananta remain the gloomy quiet in the eyes of others. Let him be strong and strong even though deep down he knows all pretenses. Even Alana must have known it even though she never commented much about the sensitive thing that one. Because talking about it, most would leave a wound, instead of being able to treat the rest of the pain.
Even laughing is a sin.
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