MAYDEA: Turning Point
Capability

..."The whole world can hate me. But it won't be a barrier between me and my dreams. Only a fool will not admit something that others have, and he does not have it."...

...««« MAYDEA »»»...

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Maydea laughed softly after playing her song. The girl rubbed her face at a glance, then looked at the sister who turned out to be lifting her thumb—gave praise to the brother.

"That's good!" said Raka, giving his appreciation. Seeing that, Maydea raised her eyebrows. Presumably, the girl felt doubtful about her own abilities.

"Really?" Hearing him, without a second thought Raka nodded. Sure was! Maydea's voice sounded comfortable in her ears. In fact, the young man also likes the melody of the brother he just heard earlier.

"It's a shame if we don't document it," said Raka, while taking her smartphone; but Maydea, it looks confused— makes Raka frown in wonder.

"Why?"

"Oh, I forgot the melody. You remember, Raka?" ask Maydea. Raka looked silent. The young man was thinking. He does remember his tone, but it will be difficult to explain it to Maydea. Moreover, he was not sensitive enough with the tone. It is not impossible that he will give the wrong direction. But ..., what's wrong with trying?

Raka started singing. His voice sounded a bit false—ya, because he did not learn any vocal techniques and he was also not too happy to hear the music—but at least, it could help Maydea. Slowly, the girl recalled the melody she had created earlier.

"I remember! You have to record it quickly before I forget it again."

Raka, who was holding her phone, immediately opened the video app, and pressed a button to record while giving Maydea directions to start singing. Raka was happy to do it. After all, if not him, who else would support Maydea? Isn't it a pity if the talent of the older brother is wasted just because the environment is not supportive?

"Let's eat, brother! Raka's hungry. May's sister must be hungry, too, right? 'It's lunch time, right!" take Raka while looking at the watch that covers her wrist. Half hour two noon—13.30 WIB—just right his stomach feels uncomfortable.

"Mi peppers? You want to, Raka?"

Hearing the older sister's question, Raka raised her eyebrows. The young man scratched his nape, then narrowed his eyes. "It's not good to eat noodles. We buy it at the shop. Or—" Raka forms a knot on her lips, then brings her face closer to Maydea's ear. "—we eat at home. I saw Mama leaving. I think it'll be a long time. So, the house is deserted. There was only a maid there," whispered Raka, continuing her hitchhiking sentence.

"If anyone complains?" Maydea raised her eyebrows, teasing her sister. To be honest, he wanted to know how Raka would solve the problem that might happen. Yeah, just testing.

"Mbak Ratih, right, our plot! Should've been safe. After all, the surrounding residents also did not care so much. CCTV is also outside the home. I can give a reason to Mom if she finds out" said the young man. He, then pulled the brother's guitar to be put back into place.

"Come, Sister May! Ratih's mom would be happy if the arrival of friends!"

Maydea accepted Raka's invitation and immediately stood up from her place. They both moved out of the small house.

...««« SOME TIME LATER »»»...

"Ratih Maam! There's Brother May, here!" Raka exclaimed happily while approaching a woman dressed in batik patterned negligee. His name is Ratih, one of the household assistants who has long worked at the Satria— residence for more than a decade. He was only 28 years old; but when he was a child, he often joined his parents who also worked in this house. Therefore, it is no wonder if he knows and knows many things about Maydea, although in fact they are not close enough because of the attitude of the girl who tends to be quiet, indifferent, and closed. Only in recent months have they become a little more familiar thanks to the clever existence of Raka being the mediator between the two.

"What cooking, Ma'am?" ask Raka. Hearing that, Madam Ratih also smiled her smile, then glanced at Maydea who was sitting herself on the sofa.

"So, Madam asked for rendang. But if Aden asks for another dish, you can make it," replied Ratih. Raka nodded her head hearing that. Rendang is her sister's favorite food, Gendhis. Ah, is it possible that her mother is going to pick up the girl?

"Where did you go, Mother? Get me Gendhis?"

"Yes, Den. Turn it around at four in the afternoon. They walk together, right, usually stop by first. Oh, I'm getting the food ready, huh?"

'Is it possible that May's sister is indigo? Sometimes, he also likes to talk to himself, right?' batin Raka's.

"See what, Brother?" Raka narrowed her eyes, looking suspiciously at Maydea. Sometimes, he wanted to ask blatantly, but was afraid to offend his brother.

"The dump is good" Maydea replied, randomly. Hearing that, Raka lay down. Why does that sound so strange? In fact, all the trash cans, the shape is also like that; but why this one can be the center of attention of her brother?

"The answer is, yes." Maydea smiled thanks to her sister.

To be honest, the reason Maydea looked to the end of the room was, of course, not because of her pretty trash, but because there was something else that caught her eye there. Ie—it is a creature that the girl does not know how to form clearly, but it is almost certain that it is a kind of ghost.

Throughout Maydea's memory, the creature always faced the wall, until only its back was visible. But it was already quite terrifying, as the albino girl could highlight to how devastated and disgusting the back was. Only thick blood mixed with a small maggot-like creature. Yeah, 'just' because of Maydea, I've even seen more horrible than that.

For years now, Maydea has always been intrigued by the creature. About what his purpose in this house was, since its appearance, seven days before Maydea's mother's death. Sometimes, the woman felt, if all this had something to do. Ah—what could this be some kind of use?

"Well, this is sam—eh, Non? Den?" The arrival of Mbak Ratih resuscitated Maydea and Raka from their daydreams. The newly arrived woman, apparently confused by the behavior of two of her master's children who were staring at the end there. "See what? Kok Non same Aden to daydream so?"

"The dump is interesting, huh, Ma'am?"

"Huh?! Meaning Aden?"

"It's not important. Forget it!" Maydea glanced at the sister, then stared at the food on the table. He realized, that the answer he gave to Raka earlier, was indeed very ridiculous. But he didn't care about it, because basically, he did not intend to give an answer. Yeah, just let her sister keep wondering.

"Would you eat?" bargain Maydea, but Ratih shook her head. He cooks too much today and he eats with the part he deliberately sets aside for himself. There is no prohibition for it; no one will scold, as long as he does not take excessive portions.

"So it's been eating, Nope."

"Oh." Maydea nodded in understanding, then pulled both corners of her lips with a netra that occasionally glanced at the corner there. That existence, to be honest, made him feel uncomfortable; not to mention the other fact, that he had been expelled from this house.

When eating, it was clear that Raka was always watching Maydea. The older brother realized that, but preferred to ignore it. In fact, the girl also realized the reason Raka behaved like that. Yeah, especially if it's not for curiosity?

"What's up, Raka?" maydea asked after swallowing her food. The young man in full uniform who was asked like that also looked shocked and petty. To be honest, he did not expect Maydea to ask him such a question; yes, even though he knew that his actions were conspicuous enough.

"Sir May is beautiful" replied Raka. He lied, but included facts. So, even though what he makes excuses is not the real thing, but what he says is true.—Maydea is indeed beautiful.

"But, it doesn't seem like that's the reason" Maydea whispered. Raka who heard that, wanted to choke it felt—choked by the facts.

"Once you eat, you have to change your clothes. School uniform that smells pungent, Raka!"

"Huh?! What yeah?" Raka smelled her uniform scent—ind sour. The young man, then scratched his nape. He deliberately did not change clothes. Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday.

"Kak—there are other abilities besides 'singing, don't you?" asked Raka, suddenly.

"What kind of ability do you mean?" Maydea frowned. He pretended not to understand. After all, by any means, he should keep hidden the fact that he is an indigo. In fact, Raka also should not know it. Yes, not with emphasis. But it would be better if that ability he hid.

"Yes, indigo for example," said Raka. The older brother who heard that, just smiled full of mystery— made a big question mark filled the mind of the younger brother. How many things did Maydea hide?