Rasuk
Unmaintained Places

"What, the hell, you guys are! Take care of yourself, don't take care of me!" ketus the mother while glaring towards Nola.

Nola was silent, sitting quietly again as her goal dropped off in a moment. Al shook his head, feeling sorry for the two frightened-looking children.

The creatures looked back at one of the children. The child that is not ignored by his mother, the child he asked to carry more goods than others. In fact, his body was smaller than the other.

"Mother I want to sit here, afraid," said the firstborn whining asking to sit on his lap.

The mother smiled, raising her body without further ado and sitting the child near her. While the others were still standing nailing gazes at one of the creatures that was right in front of him. The boy turned around, tugging at the madam in a panic.

"Mom, I'm sitting here, yeah. I want to sit near Mom. Fear, Mom. There were red eyes that looked at me" he said, continuing to tug at his mother's clothes.

With the hand of the woman brusquely brushed it off, her eyes also glared unhappily at the whimper of the youngest.

"Not to be spoiled, huh. Just sit there! 'Kan, there are still many empty benches, '" said the mother pointing to an empty chair in front of her.

The child looked scared. A thread of sweat pouring down the temple rained down the recesses of his deep neck. The mother pushes the child's back forward.

"Mom, don't be! Why you're treating both of your kids unfairly!" peekik Nola stood up again when the child faced the red-eyed creature.

Hearing Nola's displeased tone, the mother turned her head immediately. Her nose is blooming because of the hunting breath. Nola's attitude that was too meddling in other people's affairs really made her emotions peak.

"Know what you are! What are you really doing? Sok, teach other people," he didn't accept.

He snorted in annoyance, his two eyes glancing sharply to then glare uncaringly. Nola was dumbstruck, aware that she was too much of a mistake. To this day he had to bear a heavy burden on his heart.

Bite his lips involuntarily while playing a restless eyeball. His heart was completely struck by the woman's scathing remark. However, seeing the child helpless under the pressure of the mother, Nola felt heartless. He was too young to be confronted with violence.

"But the mother's son is still a child? He also needs your love as a parent. Why do you think I like that. Look at Mom's son, he's crying like that you still have to look at him." Nola was furious that even her hand was pointing at the straight child who had now sat among the five creatures.

"La, patience!" Al pulled Nola's hand, asking her to sit down to calm herself down.

However, emotions had taken hold of the girl's heart, she was really angry to see the treatment of a mother who had the heart to her child.

"Depart, Al!" Nola shook Al's hand violently. That responsible teen is an easy target for his current anger.

"But, La, it's not good to be angry like gini. Udah, mending you sit cold your mind."

Al did not give up, again pulled Nola's hand gently even though the girl kept her off.

The woman turned her head, her unsightly face getting uglier in sight. Especially when both of his eyes bulged wide almost jumped out. He stood up, taking a slow step closer to Nola.

With a slight roughness, Al pulled Nola's hand down onto the side chair. The girl shook her head, pecking at the woman who was now facing her.

"Do you think your life is better? Is that the attitude of you and your parents? Why do you feel sorry for others, but just as you yourself are so evil. Do you really feel like you, can you now nasehatin that person?" fiercely the woman accused Nola straight right in front of her face.

The girl in the leather jacket was stunned, hearing that she felt she was being stoned by thousands of stones. Some were sick even though they were not bleeding, in the mind how they had been treated by Alea.

Unfair attitude, a sense of favoritism, and all inversely proportional between him and the Brother who was forced to settle in a boarding school. Remembering all that, without realizing the water pooled in the eye fertilizer. Her lips twitched helplessly, but as hard as possible held back her cries from spilling.

"You do realize, huh? If you were in that child's position, what would you do? Getting angry? Not accept? Or even suicide? Try thinking! What's he feeling now? It's all too late. Realize you're late, really late."

She pulled her two children out of the car. Simultaneously, the five beings who had been sitting had disappeared somewhere.

Nola lowered her head, tears falling drop by drop. It was so long that both of his shoulders were shaken. Al at his side gave a soft sweep to channel the power.

"It's okay, La. Better late than not at all. Now maybe it's time you saw the figure of Kak Alea. Apologize to him, I'm sure Kak Alea is a good figure again forgiving," said Al unceasingly rubbing the girl's back.

Nola was sobbing more and more, the shock from the train she did not feel. The crying rate also hardened, greeted with sound in the loudspeakers that reported their last stop.

"We're going down soon. Shrimp is crying, or we just go back to Jakarta?" al said again, never stopping to calm his friend.

"Al, where are the freaks sitting there?" ask her with a raucous voice after crying.

Eh?

Al dizzy looking for them all, he himself did not realize if the people were gone.

"Yes, where, yeah. I also did not realize if they had left," said Al who also looked confused.

The latest station announcement has echoed, with passengers taking turns to disembark. Last stop, Rangkasbitung station.

"Come, La. I'm nyampe," Al asked while standing up and took his backpack.

Nola nodded, while draping the bag on her back. He took out his sunglasses and put them on to hide his eyes after crying.

Both of them inhaled a deep breath of air, feeling a different sensation from the city they lived in. The station adjacent to the Rangkasbitung market looks crowded with visitors.

The voice of the seller who sold his merchandise was caught in their thickets. Not to mention the street vendors who crowded the outskirts of the road, plus the buskers who went back and forth to voice their songs. It was a big city sighting in that small town.

Nola and Al stood at the station door, asking a security officer about the direction of their destination.

"The two of you want a grab message, huh?" ask the middle-aged man in the security uniform.

"Yes, sir," Al replied while nodding.

"So you two have to get out of here, wait in front of the counter opposite the rail, yeah, because the car can't get in here," said the man while pointing at the direction where the mobile phone shop lined up neatly.

"Oh, over there, sir?" Al made sure by re-pointing the direction the man was pointing.

"Yes, right there."

Al thanked him before stepping in with Nola to leave the station. The two continued to walk through the tracks and stood right in front of the mobile shophouse.

"You are the cool grab," said Nola while paying attention to human traffic as well as vehicles that look solid. Maybe because it was a weekend, the small town was also crowded with vehicles.

Al ordered as directed from Nola. Waiting for a while, before long a car stopped in front of them. Confirming the order, after which the two of them climbed up and sat quietly.

"These two are really going to Melati Putih's dormitory?" ask the driver while glancing at the two teenagers sitting in the back seat.

"Yes, Sir. Why?" Al asked the initiative. He even leaned forward to hear his voice.

"Ah, it's okay. It looks like the dormitory is not maintained. The building also has never been renovated. Not to mention there were many large trees inside. Ih .. serem anyway," he said shuddering in horror.

Al and Nola looked at each other. Honestly, Al who did not know about the dormitory was hesitant to come there. A little fear arose, defeating his maleness.

"La, are you sure you want to go there?" tanya Al stared deeply at the face of the girl in front of him.

Nola turned her face forward, looking at the driver who was refocused on the road. Not as crowded in the market earlier, the road to the Rangkasbitung toll seems a little quiet so that the car can go at high speed.

"Why indeed? I went in there once, really. There was a big tree, but it was okay. I also saw that the students in the dorm were kind and friendly. Only from the outside only times that seem unpleasant," said Nola in accordance with the assessment.

However, for Al, it still makes you afraid to imagine what the driver said.

"Yes, anyway, Dek. I, right, just look from the outside. Never go inside because public transportation is not allowed into the dormitory," said the driver straightened out his speech.

Al turned to him again, confused murat also afraid of stacking on his face. He's really nervous right now.

"Come, Al. You're parnoan, anyway. It's just a big tree you're afraid of. What kind of man are you!" cibir Nola snickered while sneering at his friend.

Al screeched unhappily, but still the fear of imagining a big tree that was lush and filled with roots dangled, filling his heart. His body instantly brushed, the fine feathers standing uncontrollably. Something flung his nape. Al rubbed slowly, glistening wildly into every narrow space in the car.