Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Red kunti

Whether you see it or not I don't understand it either, but you behave strangely. When the woman turned her head slightly, the father hurried to turn back the wheelchair I was wearing.

This creature implied his powerful aura. I felt fine at first, but as I looked at her, sadness and despair raged in my heart.

Right then, my father tried to turn my face away, as I tried to keep staring.

"Sir." Call Dad to try to break my daydream.

But my eyes remained focused on the creature, the longer the creature was clearly visible on its face. A face that looked sadistic, but somehow I was still glued to his gaze.

Father quickly kept his cool trying to take me away, while mother tried to cover my gaze towards the creature.

"Mom, please block Dedek's view from what he sees" Dad said.

"Good, Dad." Mom tried to block my view.

I kept hearing their conversation, even though my eyes were focused in one direction. The longer it got away, but there was a sound that whispered to my ears aloud.

"You lousy son, useless son, you are only a burden to us both your parents," a voice sounded that whispered but sounded piercing my heart.

At that moment, my mother patted my right shoulder. I was shocked as if conscious of my daydream.

"Dek, face the front," said the mother firmly.

I obeyed my mother's orders, but the voice was still heard so close to my ear.

"Bad kid, why are you alive? Trouble!" I heard that voice again.

I tried to cover my ears, but the voice was still loud in my ears.

"Go!" my yelling.

My father and mother, who were near me, were shocked when they heard my screams. He also stopped his wheelchair. The mother who had been on my right side but was a bit behind, now turned to my front with a squatting position while holding my hand.

"Dedek, why? What else do you see, baby?" ask mother.

I don't know why I didn't answer, but I cried a lot. I heard the words I heard as if they were the voices of my parents. Right now feeling only a burden for them, I am inhibiting their happiness.

"Mom, we're moving to the park over there. It looks like something is wrong with Keyla" said the father as he pushed towards the park next to the hospital.

A feeling of sadness, despair, feeling no development from my body, currently perched on my chest. To go to the park that will be headed, automatically pass my room first. When I was right in front of my door, my mother said goodbye to me.

"Well, I'll go to the room for a second. I need something to take." Mother said go by.

I agree with mother's words. Then my father kept pushing me to where he meant. I still shed tears, the feeling still lodged in my heart.

"Deek, how you crying? Why?" ask dad.

I speak only a thousand languages, no one can knock my heart when the whisper is too strong in my ear.

"Dad, you don't deserve to live. You are dead!" there was a voice that broke my spirit.

Dad patted my shoulder.

"Kyla." Call dad.

I looked at my father, and I looked at him with my sad eyes. The tears still flooded my cheeks.

"Dedek, why? Honestly dong same dad?" ask dad.

"Dedek, just burdening mom and dad, yeah. Dedek a lousy kid?" my word.

The father, who heard my words, suddenly stopped his wheelchair again. Dad locked my wheels, before moving to sit squatting in front of me.

"Dedek .. You're a great kid. Father and mother never think as you say, you are a special child of father and mother" said father trying to calm me.

I kept crying and crying. I don't want my father to say that because it's only against me. I lowered my head, my old crying voice was heard.

Dad pushed the wheelchair, from far away the trees of this hospital plant. Such a beautiful place was shown, who would have thought that this was only a hospital.

"We're going there, Dek" said the father.

I nodded, a sign I responded to Dad. Plants in the hospital yard are increasingly visible closer. There is a fountain that is in such a form, maybe so that the patient is unsaturated and make the atmosphere feel more fresh.

Dad pushed me right in front of the fountain, there was a chair that allowed me to sit there.

"Dedek, like?" ask dad.

"Yes, Dad" I replied, wiping my tears.

However, I still cried because the voice that was so far away, still sounded so clear.

"Daddy! Loser! Not worth living" said the voice again.

The longer I felt angry, immediately answered what was said.

"I'm a loser, I'm a useless kid, just adding weight!" my yelling.

I don't know since when mom came, suddenly hugged me from behind tightly. He also shed tears, because it felt soaked my clothes.

"Dek, don't talk about it. You're the most precious child in our lives" said the mother.

But it still sounded in my ear, the sound of despair, the sound that made me even more down.

"Day Keyla here alone, I'm a useless child, ma'am," I said.

The tears are getting more and more heavy, maybe making my father and mother more worried about my current condition. Then, my father also followed my mother in front of me in the same position, they tried to strengthen me.

"Dec, that's what. Wh why? Dedek see what?" ask dad.

I, who used to have an amazing spirit, just because the whisper turned into Keyla who was in the opposite direction, only despair, not confidence lodged in the heart.

I looked towards my mother.

"Mom, it looks like something is bothering Dedek" said the father.

"Yes, Dad. Keyla can't have thoughts like this, if nothing bothers her" she said.

Father and mother clasped my hands tighter, and they both stood there clutching my body.

"She, you must remember God is with patient people, people who are always trying to change themselves, people who rely, maybe no one knows how the results will be, he said, but most importantly try" said my father.

Mother let go of her embrace, and she stood up to open the Quran that had been carried earlier. I slowly heard my mother's voice reciting the Quran, but the whisper remained strong.

"Don't listen to him. It's just their ruse, you don't deserve to live!" the voice kept whispering.

The sound of whispers that were initially strong when the mother first read the Quran, at this time the sound was heard increasingly far away.

"Basic human barrier! You don't have to live, you don't deserve to be on this earth!" the voice even though it sounded soft but still pierced the heart.

I still shed tears, mother still read the holy verse of the Quran out loud. As for father, try to strengthen me with his warm embrace and occasionally kiss my forehead.

The sound of whispers, getting away and gone is not heard anymore. Slowly my heart was calm, the tears were less and less, then I looked at my mother.

"Mom." Call me.

Mother ended her reading, then sat down to squat back in front of me.

"Dedek is feeling good?" ask mother.

I nodded, then smiled at my parents in turn. When I looked at my father who was next to me, the building that was opposite my eyes surprised me.

Seriate...