Chapter 9. Naya's Room

"I'm glad Mom is turning nice to me now, but if it's because of my appearance, I'm disappointed."

 "Hey, cheer up, I think Aunt Vera has a special reason. Positive thinking, ok?"  Putra ruffled Naya's hair.

 "Ok," said Naya smiling.  "But don't mess with my hair, it gets ugly huh."  Naya protested dismissing Putra's nosy hands, she replied by pinching Putra's waist, but she immediately avoided him.

 Naya feels very lucky to have a friend like Putra, she can always make him smile.  Think positively about things that are not on his side.  If there were no Putra, Naya would feel unable to continue her life.  Putra is a savior angel for Naya.

 Even so, Naya stood in front of the room with a gold door, her favorite color but she could never wear that color on her body.  Hmm, because Naya's past had sunburnt brown skin, bad color for a young girl in her era.

 "Come on, let's open it, how come it's just stunned," said Putra, breaking Naya's reverie.

 "Yes, be patient. You're just bothering me, I also need to remember the past," protested Naya as she opened the door to her room.

 Still, the same, nothing changes at all.  Still neat and clean.  I guess daddy always told the maids to clean this place.  I'm glad my room was left as it was when I left it.  I miss this room.  In this room many stories have been engraved, stories of my life.  Naya smiled remembering it all.

 "Wow, your room is still the same. Nothing has changed at all."

 "Yep, I feel that way too."

 Naya looked around the room, the room she liked.  This room is the most comfortable place in this big house for Naya.  At school age, Naya stayed alone all day in the room because she was annoyed with her mother who always defended Fisa, numbering her sister.

 Naya, who felt tired, then lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a smile.

 I'm back, she told himself.

 Bruk!

 Putra also lay down beside Naya, making him flinch but did not comment.  Naya let Putra lie down beside him, instead, Naya grabbed Putra's arm and stretched him out.  Naya uses Putra's arm as a pillow. Putra didn't mind at all.

 "I borrow," said Naya without looking at Putra.

 Putra was surprised by Naya's attitude but did not refuse.  He then smiled happily, for a long time they did not meet, apparently it did not change Naya's attitude to him, it was still like before.  Putra feels relieved, this is Naya he knows.  Cheerful, clever, tough, brave, and confident even though he has flaws.  Putra smiled wider and then looked at Naya from the side.

 Naya was like an angel, I was like keeping an angel beside me.  This rubbing ash has transformed into an angel who can vibrate his chest.  Putra recalled the first time he saw Naya after a long absence, at the airport earlier.

 Naya walked gracefully wearing a yellow dress with a jean vest, short sleeves while dragging a small suitcase, very charming.  There was a strange feeling that suddenly moved his body.  Putra then threw himself on Naya's side, making Naya's beautiful eyes swell.

 "What are you doing?"  asked Naya.

 Ah, what vibrations?  Ahem ...

Putra seemed to be showing his true feelings.  Son's Spirit.

 To be continued ...