Green

"This view is wonderful right, Lia?" asked a woman in 30s to a child who didn't really look like her. The girl nodded slowly, not looking back. The woman touched the shoulder of little Lia who was pensive, staring at the gleam of the green rug, which was spread almost perfectly. ALMOST. A puff of smoke rose from the middle of the plantation, making Lia, who had almost said everything was as perfect as her dream scene, tightly closed her lips. Lia used to spend her Sunday mornings on the back porch of her house. Staring at the incessant birds that perched one after another. Lia froze, not because the slowly dissipating puff of smoke interfered with her vision. No, but because today was the first time in his life the atmosphere in her favorite place was not as peaceful as usual. Well, one thing that sets it apart is the absence of her Ummi accompanying her, telling her own fictional stories, improvisation as well. Even so, Lia will still be able to laugh in admiration. How not, Ummi Lia's ability to compose stories has been recognized by every capillary in this country. Check out Ummi's latest religious novel which sold out after two days of marketing. Best Seller, no doubt tens of millions flowed smoothly into Ummi's account without jam. How can she feel perfect, the painful goodbye at the airport yesterday really hurt Lia. The puff of smoke that disturbed the view was actually just a symbol to show that the view that day was not as beautiful as usual. For some reason the smoke seemed to understand the imperfect heart staring in the green sensation behind Lia's house. Painful separation. Yesterday morning Lia woke up in a hurry, late. The little girl who was actually about to become a teenager did not expect that her Ummi-Abi would go on Hajj that day. There was never any prior notification. There is no. Even that morning, Lia only knew from the bag of a pilgrim that accidentally tripped over her leg as she ran to the bathroom. Inevitably Lia turned towards the front room, asking for an explanation. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!" sulked Lia who is now in the 6th grade of elementary school when she finds out that her Ummi-Abi will leave this morning. So in order to get rid of Lia's heart, Abi-Ummi agreed to let their only child go to the airport. Something that Lia and the majority of children in her age will never realize is the sacred reason behind Lia's parents closedness. They were going to say it this morning, on purpose. They were waiting for Lia's aunt Oci's arrival. Observing the increasingly familiar atmosphere, so Lia will not be too sad for a month or more left. But it turns out they were wrong, miscalculated. Lia was not too sad to be left, what made her stop was why she wasn't told? The airport rumbled with the whirring of aircraft engines and announcements every five minutes. Lia must speak out loud. She hated it, because for whatever reason she couldn't scream since she was kid. That's what made her sad, she actually wanted to convey some messages. How about asking for souvenirs, or just saying be careful on the road if the situation is like this? Indeed, there is one way, namely via SMS, but either because she was too panicked or she ran out of idea, Lia didn't do it. Her parents were too busy because they did not have time to pay attention to the fake glass in the child's eyes. So half an hour of waiting, Lia completely missed the opportunity. Aunt Oci can only considered the tears that spilled from Lia's narrow eyes because of the sadness of being left by her parents. So when the plane started flying, Lia was immediately invited to go for a walk with Aunt Oci. The whole night after the trip that should have been fun, even from the airport, Lia didn't say even just a word. Her heart was completely broken. Their Ummi-Abi prediction error really cost them a lot. Two months away from the final exam, Aunt Oci is clearly worried about Lia's mental condition. "Of course this will disturb her," Oci muttered under her breath, so that night the woman in her 30s promised to take care of Lia like her dream of taking care of her baby, which never came true. Oci's husband was picked up by the killer when he was carrying out his duties as a security guard during a shootout against terrorism. No, he didn't get shot by the enemy, he breathed his last carbon dioxide from a stray bullet from a fighter plane. How could it be? At that time Oci's husband sneaked a crowd of rebels to free the hostages. With near-perfect planning before the radar detects the strange movement of the crowd. The air force team mistook it for a rebel sneaker, a bomb and several rounds of bullets were dropped. He should have survived because the bomb was shot by a rebel and exploded in the air, even the closest bullet was predicted to fall far enough in front of the victim. But wait, the coordinat is where a hostage is tied. He had to help him, quickly the trained movement managed to reach the frail body of the hostage and untie him. Too bad he couldn't be faster than the destiny to save himself. He was shot in the back, and he immediately collapsed and died on the spot. Oci, who found out about the news two hours later, immediately sprinted down the second floor of their super-luxury house. Unfortunately the athletic body that used to gracefully descend the stairs of the house is now unlucky. Maybe because of the additional weight of about several kilos that ride on his stomach. Oci slipped, tumbled, thudded. Bi Ipeh who heard the noise immediately rushed out of the maid's room. Quickly called an ambulance after seeing Oci's fat body covered in blood. Five hours later Oci awoke, shocked to hear that her nine months pregnant had died, shattered at the memory of the news she had only heard a few seconds ago, and finally lost consciousness again. Two days later Oci was almost killed by a heart attack when she found out that from now on she would not be able to have another child from her own womb. That's why she also gave up her intention to marry again, there's no point. Luckily, Oci's sister is willing to let Lia occasionally stay at Oci's house when she is on vacation. Oci also agrees to sell his luxury house and live with Lia. It was her sister's request. So that Oci will not be lonely anymore, and so that the house is not empty when they are in the Mecca. And for the sake of her love for Lia, she will continue to give her best to satisfy the prospective teenager who is considered her own child. Look when Oci came two weeks ago. Lia immediately jumped happily into Oci's arms. But the fun completely disappeared that morning. It's really dark. Oci, who finally started to understand a little, tried to explain that without being asked, they would bring gifts. There was silence for a few moments, before Lia's beautiful face finally gave her heart a chance to form a smile. Oci chuckled, gently hugging Lia's body. Finally the first words came out, "Thank you, Auntie." The thick smoke that at the beginning of Lia's visit this morning was able to cover the beautiful green carpet has now disappeared. As if again able to interpret the situation. Or just pretentiously familiar with the mood. Perfect, a sight that was commonly seen but had yet to detract from marginal satisfaction was now back to its best. As warm as Ummi's embrace when Lia told her bad test scores. Spirit transfusion, absolutely the same. It's just that Lia's heart is a little slower to respond, that's all. Visiting hours ended exactly at 10 am, when the friendly morning sun turned arid to burn the skin. Actually it has nothing to do with it, but Lia did have to leave right at 10.30, judging by the women's preparation which did take a long time, Ummi decided that visiting hours ended at 10:00 exactly. Now even though Ummi is not at home, Lia, who promised never to disobey Ummi's orders, ended it on time. Today is the schedule for music lessons for Lia. Indeed, the schedule comes every week, but Lia is usually excited to meet Vella. But what's up with this morning? Vella also realized that something was wrong. How torturous is a piece of a sad story with an airport background? No, no one really knows exactly how Lia feels, maybe she herself. However, how can Vella not feel strange, Lia's fingers, which are usually very agile, shifting from one note to another in a split second are now stiff. Move five times slower and land on the wrong note anyway. Indeed, it is natural for a pianist as young as Lia for a newly introduced song. The problem is that Lia was not an amateur when it came to piano. Who will forget the 1st place absolute winner of the provincial level piano competition. Amazingly, she garnered almost double the value of her closest competitor, who averaged 14-17 years of age, compared to her who was only 12 years old, which was incredible. But what about today? Has half that ability gone? Today's rehearsal perfectly described her like a newbie pianist. But Vella, an alumnus of the most popular art institute in the entire capital, slowly began to find the reason behind Lia's decline in skills. Calmly she studied the appearance of Lia's face which had more than a million unspoken words. She didn't really understand. But what she understood was that this kid had a problem, she had to solve it immediately before the decline hit the point of danger. She immediately grab Lia's hand, which was still shaking after making a mistake in pressing the notes. "I'm so Sorry Kak Vella," Her reply was weak. "Lia, you had something in your mind right? And from what you're showing me, it seems to bother you so much. I'm sorry to meddle in your personal business a bit, but you know you've never been this bad in training. You remember your first application after months of boring theory? At that time you really amazed me. Until today, Lia. So will you tell me what the hell can freeze your fingers, confuse your thoughts as well as your feelings Dear?” replied Vella full of love. Lia lowered her head, her hands reflexively brushed the first patter that slipped from her beautiful eyelids. Bad, maybe too bad. Her tongue was even more mute than her fingers. Vella, who had not taken her eyes off Lia's slender body for a while, finally understood that this was heavier than she imagined. Far. Lia was so tired of persuading her tongue to speak, even forcing. But no. She was not given permission to do so. Lia then tried to control the situation, she slowly raised her head. Her gaze was full of anger, as if she wanted to reveal the complications that were brewing in her soul. So for a moment she wanted to fully focuses on her piano. Plays a song that just ended with a lot of errors. It's also not really over, it was Vella's grip that gave rise to the perception that she ended up with a very painful failure. One two long notes alternate with fast notes without pauses. Lia perfectly playing a full song, the tempo is right, the beat is perfecto. Vella clapped her hands, as she rose from her seat she said, “Thank you, Lia. Now I understand how hard it is. But Lia, you are perfectly capable of making me cry with the melody of that feeling.” "Its time to eat Dear," asked Aunt Oci. But Lia didn't budge, she was probably still too disappointed. But she still had to try to get her to eat this special dish. Lia stood pensive again, staring at the orange silhouette radiating onto the carpet. She had to start getting used to it. feel sorry for Aunt Oci too. This is the new atmosphere of her favorite place. A place she can now use to reminisce about the good times with Ummi. If in the past she often heard Ummi's pleasant stories, then now she too should be able to string these stories into pleasant memories to remember. If in the past her Abi often suddenly appeared to interfere with the story, then now she must bring happiness to sweep away pain when her heart starts to feel longing. It's only 40 days. So that's when for the first time after the chaos at the airport, Lia managed to persuade her lips to smile widely. Breathe the clean, calming twilight air. A new sensation that will fill a place in her life for at least one month her Ummi-Abi fulfills her series of worship to strive to be close to Allah. Why should we discuss the problem? Because this matter is not as simple as Lia thought. That new sensation would completely change her.