At The Vileath’s House
Seorang anak laki-laki berambut coklat, memiliki sepasang mata berwarna hazel, namun berusia sangat muda – sepuluh tahun, tengah duduk di kursi. Di hadapan sudah ada sebuah perkamen, botol kecil berisi tinta hitam, lalu pena bulu. Ia meraih benda untuk menyimpan dawat, kemudian membuka tutup tersebut. Setelah terbuka, diletakkan kembali ke tempat semula, namun sedikit jauh, supaya tidak tumpah, apabila tanpa sengaja tersenggol oleh tangan.
Pena bulu pun diambil, lalu ujungnya dicelupkan ke dalam botol berisi tinta, kemudian mulai merangkai kata di atas perkamen yang telah disiapkan sedari awal. Raut putra sulung dari pasangan Agregath dan Merdztax Vileath, tampak datar. Suasana ruangan begitu hening, akan tetapi terdengar bunyi goresan alat tulis saja.
Honestly, I feel confused now, because I do not know how to start this story, but if I do not try to write it down, I think I can go crazy alone, and this is not good for my mental health. Aku merasa, ada sesuatu yang berbeda, bahkan tak bisa dijabarkan dengan kata-kata, ketika pertama kali bertemu dengan anak tetangga, putri tunggal dari Tuan Gretzh dan Nyonya Rhean. Hal ini terjadi, ketika kami sekeluarga pindah ke tempat baru.
How can I describe her appearance? She has blonde hair, pale skin, pretty face, but the interesting part is her eyes. She has a different colour in eyes, blue and green. I am pretty sure that everyone (including me) feels strange about that. I mean, how do you not wonder, and be curious, when you see someone who has a pair of eyes that are different colours between the left and right? I am sure, that many people would keep asking themselves. Even my youngest brother, Grethuz, ever asking her directly and my parents were angry because they said that it was a rude question. They warned us that we do not ask such a silly question like that anymore.
I forgot to mention her name. Her name is Ostara Statzh. She is the first granddaughter of Lord Ogatzh, the famous aristocratic descent. She has not a friend because she always stays at home with her family. Her mother is her teacher, but yesterday, she has joined our school as a new student. She is a polite little girl, smart, and introvert.
One thing that I cannot forget about her: her eyes gazing. I felt that when I looked into her eyes, there was something very attractive, I could not even look away from it, even for a moment. It is as if you have been bewitched to keep an eye on her, even though you don't want it to happen. This is obviously a strange nor weird condition because as long as I know, human beings cannot do that.
I know that my story seemed crazy, but this is what I feel and what happens when I saw her eyes. Her eyes are like a magnet: strong, interesting, and it has a deep mystery that attracts anyone who is seeing her. I swear that I never felt like this before. She stole my attention so I could not get away from her image in my head.
I and Ostara soon become a good friend. We always meet on the weekend, because on the weekdays, I am always busy with school things – doing my homework, study, nor did other activities as per my parent's request. Today, I just met her in her parent’s house. We were drawn together, but I asked the question about her first day at our school – Vileath Elite School.
Ah, I forgot to mention the reason why did I do a question to Ostara earlier. Before I came to her house, my mother suddenly came to my room and talk about the first day of our neighbor’s daughter. My father – Agregath is the owner and also the principal of our school. He was scared about Ostara being bullied. The professors did not tell him the truth, so it was making him and of course my mother anxious. My mother didn't tell me to ask, but, I did it on purpose because they had been silent all this time.
Well, Ostara is my new friend, but the special one. Honestly, I have one sister and one brother, but we have not been close to each other, until now. I do not hate them, but we are seldom talking heart to heart openly. Maybe this is happening to us because we are confused about how to express our hearts with appropriate words. I always love my sibling for sure.
I have a bad feeling that my new friend will get bullied. I know how it feels because if you have a different look from the society, they would keep guessing, and try to oppress yourself, so you would feel inferiority. If this premonition comes true, I will definitely defend Ostara and will look for the bully.
I hope all is going well with Ostara. I do not want to see her cry. She is a good girl, always cheerful, kind-hearted, and smart for sure. I wish I can get too close to her and be her guardian. If someday both of us become adults, I want to propose to her, but I am doubtful if she wants to accept it. I know that we both are still very young, but this kind of strange feeling which is I can’t explain is going stronger day by day.
Well, now I do not know what I have to write anymore. One thing I know, that my feeling has become relieved. Write down all my feeling of this piece of paper, make me happy. Oh, God, please help me, because I can’t handle it alone. I always keep in my mind that I have to be a good friend for her, although my heart feels different than usual.
Tangan kanan anak pertama dari tiga bersaudara itu segera berhenti bergerak. Ia meletakkan pena bulu di atas meja, lalu menatap perkamen yang penuh dengan isi hati. Pemilik mata hazel itu sangat serius, seolah akan mengirimkan pesan kepada seseorang, namun setelah selesai membaca, perkamen itu dirobek sampai menjadi potongan terkecil. Setelah selesai, semua itu dikumpulkan jadi satu, dan dimasukkan ke tempat sampah.
“Aku tidak mau hal ini dibaca oleh orang lain, karena pasti akan berbahaya. Cukup hanya diri sendiri saja mengetahui, supaya lebih aman, dan tidak menjadi bahan ejekan. This is only for my private business.”
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Aksara