Under the Orion Shade

Rhea stared at the sky which glowed by the starlight. Alnitak, Alnilam, Mitaka and the reddish Betelgeuse old star gathered with other stars to form the Constellation Orion which is clearly visible in the eastern horizon.

Rhea breathes in the cold night air and blows it slowly. The fragrance of the clothes she had just pinned on the clothesline greeted her nose softly.

Rhea looked in all directions. A clay pot pot containing various kinds of neatly lined plants forms a fence that protects the place. Only one pot is left empty without plants in it. The pot seemed to be waving to be touched by him.

A wooden bench perched proudly among rose trees which among them had flowered. Leah looked at the wooden bench with foggy eyes. The night was so bright bathed in the light of fifteen full moon. Rhea climbed a wooden ladder with a shiny blade that was crushed by the soles of his feet. The bucket containing clothes in his right hand felt very heavy, which made his steps a little burdened. For Rhea night is the right time to hang clothes. When all of his boarding mates leha enjoy the break. Rhea consciously took advantage of her free time.

His breath was slightly knocked off when Rhea arrived at the top. He stretched his weary fingers. The night wind caressed her intently. Rhea tightened her black cardigan immediately. He stared at the moon with the light that beat the TL lights. This anteh always always up there. Loneliness that gives birth to beauty.

Suddenly Rhea was startled by the soft laughter. Her neck bristles instantly. Who is the one who laughs? It's impossible to keep up there right? The voice was heard again, with the heart beating fast, Rhea cast his gaze to the four corners of the wind immediately.

Among the neatly arranged pot pots was a figure who was sitting limply on the wooden bench. The moon's rays suddenly faded as clouds blocked it. Without thinking Rhea went down the wooden stairs. Run to save yourself. Rhea knocked on the door of Miko's room tightly, her breath chasing. A young man with glasses came out of his room.

Mik, there is a strange person there. "Rhea panicked.
"Where? In your room? Here let me beat you. ”Miko raised his shirt arm as he passed in front of Rhea.
"Mikoo, not in my room. But up there. "
Miko raised her sagging glasses.
"Is it possible for someone to enter your room, it's already serious."
"This is also serious, Mik, there is a suspicious person in the clothesline."
"Well, that's not suspicious."
"How come?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot, you just moved in." Miko laughed.
"So is it really people?"
"Yeah yeah."
"What are you doing there? Just make it shocked, I don't know. "
"That's Bara. Mother's boarding house. "
"Haah?"
"Don't be surprised, that's how it is."
"Then what is he doing there?"
"It's ordinary, looking for pleasure for itself. Have you ignored it, he won't bother you anyway. "
Rhea scratched his head without itching.
"I have trusted with me, then continue drying it. Do I want to accompany you? "
Rhea frowned and shook her head.
"After washing the malem malem, it just caught a cold feeling." Miko slipped into her room.

Rhea stepped back on the wooden stairs one by one. Slow but surely he looked in the direction where he had found the figure. He was still there, silent downcast. Rhea sunk her clothes cautiously. He did not want suddenly the figure pounced on him.

Finally Rhea's assignment was finished, too, by settling down the place she left the place. After that he looked back.
During the night, Rhea couldn't close her eyes. His mind wanders everywhere.

The next night, Rhea found him there again. Sometimes mumbling, sometimes laughing. Rhea saw it all from the corner of her eye. What's with that person? Is he crazy? Why did his boarding house living a few hundred meters from this place never look for it? Lots of questions raged on Rhea's mind. All his boarding friends just smiled and shook their heads when Rhea asked the question. Suddenly all became mute.

The full moon has passed, leaving a shape that is siting up there. Rhea glanced at the young man named Bara. Sit on a wooden bench with your head drooping limply. Suddenly Rhea became very curious. In silence he watched Bara. Bara held her stomach, occasionally she seemed to be spewing something from her mouth. Rhea was shocked, he approached the thin young man swiftly.

"Are you okay?"
Bara looked at him with a creepy look.
"Who are you?" Bara asked, which made Rhea's body feel stiff.
"I ... I ... Rhea, I'm sticking here."
Bara looks exhausted.
"Go there, don't disturb me. I don't want you here. "
"But it looks like you are sick ..."
"No need to pay attention, GO."
Rhea was surprised by Bara's shout. He had never been yelled at like that by someone he didn't know. Rhea left the young man whose appearance was far from neat.

Rhea rushed up the wooden stairs. The sun is in the western horizon. Tired of making naps exceed the limit. The clothes on the clothesline were swayed in the afternoon breeze. Rhea looked at several plants in the pot. They look wilted. He grabbed a hose that was connected to a water tap. Rhea started watering the plants.

"You can water all the plants here, but never touch this one." Rhea jumped to hear a sudden sound in his ear. The water hose in his hand was out of control.
"Hey, why are you showering me. I said this plant. "Bara kept a new plant pot beside the wooden bench.
"Eh sorry, not intentionally."
Bara glanced at him briefly and left Rhea.

Rhea looked at the new plant, which he himself did not know what type.
"Hmmm, he must have planted all these plants. Interesting "Rhea murmured.

Tonight Rhea didn't wash but still she climbed the wooden stairs. The bench is empty without occupants. Rhea landed there. The new plant rocked in the night breeze. Rhea Squatting, staring at the spiky spiky plants. He frowned, he was just about to caress the leaves. A voice shouted loudly from behind him.
"Don't touch it. I told you, you can touch all the plants here except that one. "
Rhea jumped in surprise as he immediately stood stiffly and retreated a few steps.
"Why can't I touch it? Is it a rare plant? "
"Should there always be a reason for a ban?"
"Of course."
Bara smiled sarcastically and sat on his bench.

"But they don't."
"They? You mean?"
"Both of my parents."
"What did they forbid?"
"Forbid me to ask what's wrong with them."
"Surely they have a reason not to say it."
"They are just selfish people."
"Maybe it's for your good."
"Kind? Indifference precisely. Leave me alone. The night wind is not good for you. "
Rhea left with a heavy step.
It turned out that the young man could talk besides laughing.

Almost every night Rhea meets Bara in that place. As usual, Bara laughed to herself, but sometimes asked her to talk. Rhea often looked at his cold and lonely eyes. Brown eyes that make Rhea always want to look at him.

That night Rhea stared at Bara's plants, the leaves of the leaves looked bald. Rhea was very panicked. Who did this? Definitely Bara will be angry with him. During this time Bara only saw Rhea who was always there. He had to save himself, Rhea also accelerated the job of drying it. He hadn't finished clipping his clothes, Bara had come, as usual sitting on his wooden bench. Rhea glanced at the young man, his appearance was neat as usual. Bara pulled out a box that looked like a cigarette box from the pocket of his army green shirt. Place the object with the origin beside it. Rhea became very curious, he looked at him quietly between clothes that were still dripping water regularly.

"Rhe ..." Bara called him.
Rhea freezes, surely Bara will ask about the plants.
"Here." Bara tapped the empty space beside him.
Rhea is still in her place. Bara got up, pulled Rhea's arm to sit with him. A subtle sigh greeted Rhea's feelings. Bara exhaled slowly.

"Rhe, I want you to be a witness who can later tell the world about a child who is no longer cared for by the people he loves."
"Tell me that a child has the right to get what is his right." Bara took something out of the pocket of his jeans and began moving the small object to his wrist. Rhea was surprised, a cutter stuck to Bara's wrist. Without warning, Rhea grabbed the black handle cutter and then threw it somewhere.
"What are you doing?" Rhea shouted in panic. A speck of fresh blood came out of the scratch that had made it run. Sprightly, Rhea opened her cardigan and made her cardigan arm to cover the wound on Bara's arm.
"Why don't you let me just Rhe. Don't you also not like my presence here? "Bara looked at Rhea with her eyes starting to turn red.
"I'm tired of Rhe, Life only makes me meaningless. Nobody cares about me. Better for me to leave."
"Going won't solve Ra's problem. Your departure will only add new problems to people who love you. "
"No one cares about me or loves me. Everyone hates my presence, away from me, looks at me like a scabies dog that doesn't deserve to love. "
Rhea looked at the young man who was now staring at the sky that night.

Rhea sat on the wooden bench, staring back at Bara's uninhabited pot.
The plant was revoked by the owner just before he left and never returned until now. Fifteen days passed, Rhea suddenly became very worried. He never knew what had happened to Bara all this time. Rhea glanced at the wide sky and began searching.

"Does the old Betelguese look clear?" Suddenly Bara sat down beside Rhea.
Rhea's heart seemed to stop beating. He has returned. There is a sense of relief that surrounds Rhea's Heart.
"Yes, as a sign that someone can easily find Orion."
"But I no longer want to find the old man to find Orion. Because now I have found my own star, the star that shines brighter than any star. And hope he is willing to form a new constellation with me. "

Rhea looked deep into the young man's eyes. The eyes no longer feel cold and lonely. The eyes emitted a shimmering glow which attracted him to say yes.
Under the auspices of the constellation Orion, there are two stars who are now beginning to illuminate each other.