Heiwa~ Sekai no Doko ni Itemo [Heiwa 1]
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Heiwa 1
Sara Aouichi was hyped up when she knew that a childhood friend from Japan was going to visit her. She sang happily and danced around as she packed her stationary. She grabbed her bag and mirrored herself for the last time before leaving for her college.
“Hello, guys!” Sara greeted her classmate as she entered the class. She went directly to her seat. Smile still hadn’t faded from her lips.
“Hey, Sara!” A boy who sat behind her patted her. “You look unusually happy today. Any good news?”
“Yeah, of course!” Sara turned to face him. “An old friend is going to visit me.”
“A boy or a girl?” the boy whose name was Khaled asked again. Somehow there’s jealousy in his tone. It was widely rumoured that he had crush on Sara. And it was not only him. At least two or three more boys liked Sara since she was not only gorgeous, but also an heiress of the most famous boutique in Morocco. Nevertheless, she never dated anyone of them. She preferred a normal friendship since it lasted longer.
Sara’s eyebrows furrowed. How come she forgot to ask about the gender?
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. Deep inside, she really hoped that it would be Hoshino Tsuki, her best childhood friend. If Tsuki came, then she already planned of some interesting activities they could carry out together. She thought of introducing her male classmates to her, being boastful for a while of how popular she was. She dreamt of an expensive dinner with her as a regard after a long time not seeing each other.
“Hey! Daydreaming again!” A hoarse voice brought Sara back to reality. She stared at the boy in front of her for a minute. He was Hameed.
“Here your book that I borrowed last week,”
“Oh,” Sara responded shortly as she had just recovered.
“A lady shouldn’t daydream or else her marriage will be hard,” Hameed teased her. Like Khaled, Hameed also liked Sara. In fact, he had confessed once but was nicely rejected by Sara. They stayed as friends. However, he never gave up of trying to win Sara’s heart.
Sara hushed.
***
“Damn it!”
Alterina Susan Luika clenched her not-so-big fist. She immediately changed the TV channel. As a fan of JUMP, she definitely was perturbed by the latest news of the bombing at Tokyo Dome.
“It must be terrorist act! Definitely! No doubt of it!” She muttered alone while her fingers were busily dancing on the remote-control buttons, searching for any interesting channel. However, nothing seemed to attract her as her mind already had been interrupted by the recent news.
“Lame!” Luika complained as she threw the cuboid-like gadget onto the sofa. She rubbed her face in distress and stroked her hair to the back, showing her oily pimpled forehead.
“Hah!” She let out everything, releasing her hair. Unsatisfied yet, she crouched, resting her chin on her weaved fingers. And in her mind, of course it was spinning around the horrible incident that she had just heard. For some reason, she was worrying over someone who never even knew about her existence.
“Terrorist? Who could it be?” Luika began to think. In her mind, there’s only on possible answer since the incident seemed to be no different from the one happened at Bali some time ago. Bomb exploded at the place which ‘they’ claimed as ‘sin-making’ port. How nonsense!
“Could it be related to Al-Qaeda?” she asked again, only to be responded by the air from nearby stand fan. For a while, she stared at the fan which never stopped releasing comfort to human unless the switched was off.
“Why Muslims are so cruel?”
Her last question came with a hard sigh.
***
Although Hara Amoendria lived just a stone’s throw from Luika, her life did not being influenced even for the slightest bit. She continued enjoying it on her own way.
“Hara, let’s go grab something,” Chihara, her closest friend, who obviously inherited some gene from her Japanese father, patted her.
Hara nodded. She followed Chihara to university café.
“Hara name-twin!” A girl greeted them as they entered the vast and quiet café. She waved at them simultaneously with pointing to two empty seats next to her. Well, lunch time had ended and thus not many students hang out there, unless they were using the free Wi-Fi with a cup of coffee.
The Hara name-twin approached the girl, after buying food and drink. She seemed to be in a deep reading, as what Hara predicted from the way she set aside the newspaper.
“Ne, have a seat,” she invite them. Hara pulled the chair situated opposite from that girl while Chihara sat in between them.
“Anything’s up?” Chihara started the talk. The girl shook her head.
“No need to lie. For God sake, you won’t touch it,” Chihara pointed to the folded newspaper. “Unless you’re in great trouble. Well, you know, seeing you with it is sort of… unbelievable!” Chihara imitated Takako of Yamada Taro Monogatari for the last word which was enough to create an ‘unwilling’ smile on the girl face.
“My lecturer was mad. She suddenly came up with some stupid questions. Does it make any sense, asking us to figure out what the reason behind all these disaster that hit Indonesia? Come on, I’m not God,” she complained.
Chihara lost words. Well, just as she said, we’re not God. “Well, what could it be? The answer?” Chihara turned to her, letting out a sigh. In the same time, asking back the girl.
“It’s a signal from God, a warning for us to realize our sins and repent,” Suddenly Hara butted in. However, she was saying it too slow for the two girls to catch up.
“Hara, are you trying to say something?” Chihara asked for confirmation as she only heard murmuring.
“Ar….ar…..it’s nothing,” As usual, Hara preferred to not speaking out her opinion.
***
He walked step by step, approaching the window. His steps faltered, like a toddler who was experiencing his first steps without depending on anything. He gripped the window pane, to support his body as he could not balance it yet. He stared at the grassy mountainous view which was visible from his room. He liked it very much as he could feel the tranquility in it. However, just like the previous stare, it was blank. Nothing was being interpreted by his brain.
He took a deep breath, releasing it out only to be drained into the calmness. Suddenly, he carved a smile. No word was equivalent to express his happiness for being able to experience such feeling. He had been craving for it. He really hated the fact that he spent almost all the time in bed for nearly two months. He admitted that he was just a bit too weak to not be able to fight back and just leave everything to how it was.
Sound of the door being pushed distracted him. He turned to see who was coming. Much expected, it was mom carrying a tray of food and beverage. Somehow, she was beaming a bit much from usual.
“Ko…ta…,” she put the tray on the small desk and quickly approached her son who was statue-like by the window.
“My dear, I’m glad,” she hugged him lovingly. “I’m so glad that my son has come back,” She said in sobbing.
Yabu just let his mom did as she wanted to. He understood how hard it was for a mother seeing her son locked in the bed with no appetite and no word except to be in hysterical state almost every day. He too was glad that finally the day he waited for, came. He had gotten sick looking at his mom’s gloomy face with watery eyes. It was his fault, he blamed himself for it. I’m sorry, mom!
“Please don’t ‘leave’ me anymore, Kota,”
Just as Yabu spread out his arm to comfort his mom, a dark screen blocked his view. The clips he wanted to get rid the most were played continuously on that screen.
“ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! GO AWAY! GO AWAYYYYYY!!”
Yabu could not hold his body anymore. He knelt down, with both palm touching the floor and body crouching forward.
Damn it! Damn memory!!
A clenched fist was palpable. Again, it turned to be chaotic as Mrs. Yabu panicked.
A/N : I'm no good with traumatic and angst scene. Gomen ne. Also, the Ocs stories, I'm not sure whether it's good or not. I shall say that I have my self-esteem and confidence lower than those I had previously. I'm hesitating on posting.... I'm sorry for being missing for a while
Anyway, I prefer this way of updating, I mean the interval - not too short but pretty long. By any means, I'll finish this story, just the matter of time. It's my style that if I to start doing something, I'll work it out till the end. Nevertheless, we're human, and can only plan, the rest is biiznillah.
Oh, before I forget, due to a request, I change the name Hazirah to Dania. So, better not to freak out finding an unfamiliar name accompanying Syuqaira later ^^
- Off to comfort Yabu~ -
P/S: I've tried to resolve the problem regarding the invisibility of my updates on friends pages. But I seem to lost. So, please tell me what shall I do and try looking from your side too.