Can We be Together?

MESSY

“That’s over! Your education life is over! You are retarded! Nothing will become of you!” the head director finally decided to expel Cilla from the IIHS school because her actions this time had crossed the boundaries of a student and were also intolerable.

Cilla responded to all the words of the chief director very casually and did not feel any remorse.

“Now get out! I wish your happiness in your life where you will get drowned in your dirt!” The chief director continued her hurtful remarks to Cilla and emphasized that she was already emotional with Cilla’s words.

Cilla was not silent, hearing all the bad words from the head director. She then immediately said, “And I wish you long enough life to play in your dirt!” Cilla then directly looked away from the middle-aged woman.

“Let Allah punish the student like you! Retarded idiots!” The head director again issued harsh words and sounded clearly in Cilla’s ears before she actually came out of the woman’s office.

As soon as she came out of the head director’s office, she was already waiting for another middle-aged woman. But the middle-aged woman who was waiting for her this time was dressed like a young child in skimpy clothes and was also fashionable. As if forgetting her age, the middle-aged woman was not appropriately dressed.

The middle-aged woman who was waiting for Cilla in front of the head director’s office immediately approached her when she saw the young girl had just left. She then immediately reprimanded Cilla and said, “I am fed up! How many times? I lost my face begging people for you!”

Cilla turned the other way and was very lazy to deal with the middle-aged woman with black, blonde gradation hair. She then replied sarcastically and at the same time sneered at the woman by saying, “Then why did you beg? Did anyone ask you?” Cilla continued her footsteps, leaving the middle-aged woman.

“Never again! If you die, if you rot in jail, I would not go to anyone! It’s enough for me to take care of you!” said the middle-aged woman with gradient hair again while following Cilla’s relatively fast footsteps.

While all the students’ eyes at the school were on Cilla and the middle-aged woman who was known as her adoptive mother, they looked at Cilla and her adoptive mother as if they were watching a drama worthy of being shown on television.

Cilla did not care about this at all. She was used to the stares of her schoolmates, who were always like that whenever her adoptive mother scolded her at school at once in front of many people. Cilla seemed numb to anything. She also appeared to have no sense of concern or fear.

Wulan as Cilla’s adoptive mother, who had been rebuking her daughter’s actions and did not get any response from the young girl, then immediately withdrew Cilla's hand and stopped Cilla’s further movements. “But wait! You wait! You don’t know what will happen with you yet!”

Cilla then chuckled at the words of her adoptive mother, who sounded like she was threatening her. “And if I talk, do you know what will happen to you?” Cilla emphasized all the sentences and also put on a defiant face to the adoptive mother.

Wulan was silent hearing Cilla’s words and was a little afraid of what her adopted daughter would do next.

Cilla, who saw her adoptive mother, became silent then immediately continued her words, “If I tell the story of this balayage hair, for example?” Cilla brushed her adoptive mother’s hair and tucked the hair behind her earlobe slowly. “The ones to made to hairdresser to Billy … in his room ….” Cilla alluded to the actions of her adoptive mother who had crossed the line with another man.

Wulan suddenly fell silent and looked at Cilla in astonishment, wondering to herself how her daughter could find out about her despicable deeds.

Cilla then immediately continued her steps which had been delayed because her adoptive mother stopped her movements for a moment.

While Cilla continued to walk away, Wulan could only stare at the young girl’s back, who became her adopted daughter with raging feelings.

“You will be put in a place soon! Dirty snakes!” Wulan cursed and aimed at Cilla.

***

When Cilla came out of the school building, she found that her father had been waiting for her outside for a long time.

Cilla immediately walked quickly and tried to avoid her father. But it seems in vain because the father hastily gripped her hand so tightly that it made Cilla stop her steps forcibly.

“It’s finished! Get to the car!” said the father asking his daughter to get into the truck he was carrying.

“I will go by foot,” answered Cilla, rejecting her father’s request. She immediately pulled her hand forcibly to get out of her father’s deft hand. Cilla then immediately walked away, leaving her father.

“Cilla!” snapped Wisnu, Cilla’s father. Wisnu did not accept the element of rejection from his daughter. He kept forcing Cilla to get into the truck he was carrying right now.

Cilla ignored her father’s words and continued to walk forward to go alone. But the father tried to catch up with her while saying, “Cilla! Cilla! Where are you going, turning your back to me?”

Shortly after, Wisnu again managed to prevent Cilla’s further movement. “I am your father! Is it a donkey screaming here?”

“Don’t scream here! You will scream at home,” replied Cilla while looking annoyed at her father, who always shouted at her wherever she was. The father seemed to have no place and constantly humiliated his daughter in front of many people.

“What’s home? What’s home?! You do not have a home anymore! It’s over! You are leaving!”

Cilla looked confused at her father, who said that. “Where do I go?”

“That’s it, you go! Every day a problem, every day a number! Get in!” Wisnu again asked his daughter to get into the car immediately. He also forced Cilla and led her into the car.

Cilla could only obey Wisnu’s words with herself still wondering what her father’s words meant.

When Cilla was sitting in the car, her father shouted again, “You are not a child, but a headache!”

Cilla ignored her father’s words. She was used to heard the swear words and harsh words thrown at her by the people around her. Cilla could only look at the windshield and put one hand on her forehead. While the father immediately got into the car and drove the car to a place.