Marti & Sandra (3)
With eyes still half-closed Sandra opened the window. She heard the birds chirping on the rambutan tree. Then, to her mother's room, she opened the door, but immediately closed it again.
4. Dragging Sagging Pants
The class was so quiet. The only sound came from the shoes of the teacher, Ms. Tati, who walked down the aisle between the students’ desks. Sandra looked at her empty paper. She surreptitiously glanced from side to side. The papers of all the other students were increasingly covered in writing.
Was not this writing lesson quite easy, since every child was just writing the memories contained in his or her head? Every child was simply remembering.
"Come here! Photo first! "
A student remembered running and joining his family. "Come on! It’s ready now. One... "
Surely this was the command of the father who was holding the camera.
Jegerek (Click)!
Every child had memories, if only printed ones.
Sandra's eyes flicked, looking at her empty paper. Her hand grasping the pen was unmoving above the white paper.
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"Your paper is still empty, Sandra?" Sandra looked up. Her face was cute. However, it elicited pity.
Teacher Tati looked at the wall clock. "It's been twenty minutes."
The steps of Ms. Tati seemed to get louder. However, Sandra appeared unaffected. She heard the sound of other shoes. When she slept on the floor, her face was exposed to a television light whose program had run out. She really knew the sound of the steps. It was followed by the sound of the door which was opened and closed.
The sound of the footsteps was getting closer.
"Ah, Sandra, always falls asleep in front of TV." The fuzzy sound from the television set was silenced, and the light that fell on Sandra's face vanished. Now her face was only exposed to a thin line of light, like light from the gap of a door.
The tall shoes of Marti whose legs had black stockings stepped into the refrigerator. The sound of the refrigerator which was opened was heard; then the light from the refrigerator illuminated Marti's feet. However, there was the sound of other shoes too. "There is beer, do you want some?"
Bad breath like that, how come you're not drunk ...
”I just want you.”
The voice of the man answered her while hugging Marti from behind. Marti seemed to want to let go of the hands, but it didn't work.
"Why me?"
”You’re pretty.”
The refrigerator was closed. Marti took off her shoes with her legs. Light just came from the gap of the door.
"Ah, I'm old already."
"Let it be old."
Marti's feet turned around, and now one of her legs was raised. Marti was crushed in the refrigerator.
"So I'm old, right?"
”No…”
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Marti's feet were lifted again, this time because Marti took off the stocking with one hand. At first the right, then the left one. While struggling to serve a man who pushed her in the refrigerator.
"Ouch, you're drunk ..."
"No, I'm not drunk ..."
"Bad breath like that, how come you're not drunk ..."
The stockings were already lying on the floor. Also a mini skirt, and so on.
”Not here.”
"Here, please."
"No, there's Sandra ..."
The sound of a murmur of aggravation was heard.
"Come on ..." said Marti.
In front of the refrigerator, there were no longer Marti's feet. There were only the man's shoes that dragged the sagging pants, and a line of light from the door that disappeared after the door was closed; there was still leftover light from the gap under the door on the floor.
“Turn off the lamp…”
The light from under the door disappeared. It just left the darkness, even though sounds were heard from the room.
Sandra turned her body around, while being asleep in the dark, which dominated nature until the roosters crowed, and vegetable vendors passed by her house.
With eyes still half-closed Sandra opened the window. She heard the birds chirping on the rambutan tree. Then, to her mother's room, she opened the door, but immediately closed it again. When she turned around, she was stunned for a while seeing the clothes scattered.
This article was translated by Hyginus Hardoyo.
