My Step Brother
Written by Ulva Khairani
I looked at
him as he walks through the rainy street. His black shirt almost sopping wet,
but he still walk on the street, ignored all of those vehicles, traffic jam,
downpour, and me – a girl who walk around three meters behind, followed him
secretly. Suddenly, he turned his back, stared at my shocking face.
“Stop
following me, stupid girl! I’m not a kid anymore; I can take care of myself.”
He shouted, full of anger.
I blanked
for a few seconds, tried to calm myself down. ‘He just emotion, just emotion.”
I said to myself. ‘He does not mean to hurt you.’
“I just want
to -”
“What?! What
do you want?”
“I -”
“Listen, my
life was just beautiful before you come. You ruin everything in my life.”
“It’s -”
“Don’t say
anything! Now I beg you, just shut up and … get out of my sight.” He continued
walking after shouted those words in front of my face. I could not do anything
but watched his back moved further, until his feet stopped near the traffic
light, waited his turn to across the street. It needed several minutes before I
decided to turn my back either.
Raindrop
fell down onto my face, tried to camouflage the tears which flowed slowly from
two of my tiring eyes. ‘Oh, come on, Vega, don’t be so crybaby,’ I coaxed
myself.
***
Two hours
before …
“Is she
Vega, your younger sister?” a boy asked to a boy beside him when I arrived in
front of a school. It was the first time I came to this school, William Dawes
senior high school. There were some boys standing near the parking lot.
“Shut up,
Edison. She is not my sister.”
“So?”
“She is …
nothing.”
I was
surprised when he said that. However, I still walked the way of him and tried
to smile as cheerful as I can.
“What are
you doing here?” he asked.
I put my
hands in my pocket, let out something from it. He looked at a thing in my hand,
and then wondered.
“This is my
watch, isn’t it?” he asked. I nodded.
“But, why
it’s broken?”
“I’m sorry
…” I regret. “I just found it this morning, and I broke it accidentally.”
He sighed
angrily. “You really …”
***
That boy was
my step brother, Yohan, a son of my father’s new wife. However, he seemed
does not like to be regard as my older brother. Well, my life was not like
Cinderella story or such. I have a step brother, and I did not hope a prince
would come and bring me to his castle and live happily ever after. No! I just
knew that it only happen in a foolish children fairy-tale.
The reality was
my foot step upon the solid road. I did not pay attention of what happened
around me that time. Some pedestrians blundered against my shoulder, but I
ignored it. I continued walking with my blankly head and these tears. Just walk
and walk again without knowing my direction. My ear caught some noisy sounds,
and suddenly …
“Watched
out!!!” someone shouted.
There was a
truck that ran fast on the road that I step on. I shocked, but my feet could
not move easily.
“Akh …” I
groaned. I felt something or someone drew my shoulder coarsely. The poignant
came to my knee as I opened my eyes, and I saw him! It was really him.
He did not
say anything, but looked at me with a strange expression. “Are you … OK?” He
asked worriedly. Worried? Was he really worried?
“I am all
right.”
“Are you
mad? What were you doing? You wanted to kill yourself?” He yelled. My tears
came out without my permission.
He looked at
my trembling knee a few seconds and suddenly squatted in front of me. I
frowned.
“Get up!” he
ordered.
“You mean,
to your back?”
He nodded. I
was wary for a moment, but I just climbed his back up. He carried me on his
back. We were silent along the way to back home.
“I’m sorry.”
I whispered.
“Sorry for
what?” He answered still with cold intonation.
“I know that
watch was given by your father before he died, and I broke it instead. I know
that watch is really important to you. Whenever you miss your father, you will
look at Lilo.”
“How do you
know that?” He finally said, ended his silent.
“I know that
when you were kid, you really like Lilo Stitch, so that you named that watch as
Lilo.” I smiled. “Forgive me.”
He did not
say anything after that, but all I know now is I’m drowned in the warmth of his
back. Maybe I do not have an endearing story like Cinderella; no prince would
come to marry me, and took me to his palace, but who cares about it when I have
a brother. He is my step brother and I love him, so much.
The End
This story is based on my own imagination. For lovely readers, please put your comments, critical, or suggestions for me, so that I can improve my ability in writing. Thank you ^_^
