Little Mina slammed the door behind on the other children's faces—still dragging me.
Watching ahead, her back straight, her hair dancing… mess. She glanced at me from her shoulder, her corners of her lips lifted and eyes beaming with excitement.
If I remember those days I feel a little of happiness which is left in my past—some kind of nostalgia.
At that time Sister Mina was taller than me. A little laugh broke out of my mouth as 'he he' then sigh… shaking my head.
"Those days were something."
Let's go back again!
As we left; the other children followed while their faces were reddened filled with nothing— except anger.
She walks straight for two minutes and takes a large turn on the hallway. The other kids were already behind us.
Little retro entered the ground, taking the lead, "When are you going to stop this kind of thing, Mina." His voice is rough but soft at the same time. Gripping my wrist and pushing to him.
I slammed into his chest!!
My eyes were widened with shock.. Tsk.. with amusement now what kind of funny things are they going to do here. It's exciting! I smile with a poker face;
Little mina eyes widened, her corners of her lips down—sulking. Her eyes water, "Why you always ruined my fun. If I run, you scold me for walking normally. If I walk, you scold me to sit. If I sit and play with my friend, you scold me to sleep…" She choked in her breadth, coughing and said while wiping a few drops from her face, "It's not fair at all!!"
As she was saying, drama obviously. Little retro already knows her drama too well. He wraps his finger around mine, softly, and does not even drag me.
He just whispered, a corner of his eyes crinkling while chuckling, "Follow the flow, I guess, hm…? kid."
I pass the smile too; the Little retro glances at me like smiling through his eyes while from behind Little Mina shouting, "Wait for me, guys." her whole sulking drain in seconds like never existed.
She run then stop whining being serious;
The Little retro takes a last turn. We arrived in front of a huge and large door, painted with white—liteally the whole area was white. The door is also decorated with boardlines and outlines with black.
The little retro voice broke out—bitter and shaky, sweating, "We did not late that much right?" He takes a few large breadths in, looking behind at the other kids, especially at me full of concern and worry.
"Even Sister Dory is not here." He mumbled on his own, biting his nails.
"We can't enter until she is not here. We need to… wait." he announced but his body did not stop trembling.
"Why is she always like this?" Little Mina roared in twisted anger.
"I can't be with her. She always thinks of herself as supreme just because she is the oldest here." the boy said, his eyes red but his face is pale with fear. "I hate this." he mumbled and kneeling down, hugging his knees;
"You… how can you say those words to our sisters." A boy voice rang with softness and more felt like a whisper but firm with confidence.
"She's not our sister. Damn it." the same kid shouted who was hugging his knees, pecking out of the gaps.
"Why are you guys fighting?" Little Mina said. "It's not even time for this." in a serious tone.
Everyone goes silence; minding their own business. The two who frightened verbally—glare at each other, humph'd and turn their faces looking outside the window beside us just near the white door.
Little Mina sitting on the floor, in daze. Her face is long with exhaustion, all the excitement gone. She brushed off the lock of hair from her forehead. Leaning in the wall for comfort. In the whole process there was someone who was staring at me with a soft and gentle gaze on her like adoring her.
This person was Little Retro with his ear lighting red.
In shock, while my hand was grabbed by someone else. I look around me with curiosity. I show so many bulb settings above us. In the corners of every turn. There was a box with a glowing surface from outside—giving me goosebumps like someone is watching us from this.
Then I lost interest—my eyes landed on the same old building which I looked from the room before, one with broken windows and a man with glasses.
Staring at the building for long—confused why I feel familiar.
The Little retro senses the curiosity, he gazes down. He tightened his grip on my palm, "Hey buddy. Why are you zoning out?"
"...?" no response.
"Hey!" shaking my arms a bit to get me out;
I mutter, "Mn..?" with a long phase.
"I am asking you. Why are you zoning out." he uttered again with a cheerful tone.
I turn my face directly to his face, with a confused tilt, "..zonning out?? Me?" I point at myself with my free hand. The little retro can only laugh, genuine one. "You don't know what it means. Really man" he sighs in disbelief. "where you come from… those are kind of normal and you don't know," he said.
I looked at him with a judging face card—really I don't know means I don't duh~
"..." I stare at him and lower my head later;
"No answer. Not any whining—" he gives a substal look at Little Mina who was also looking at me. He smirks. "Not even acting like a kid like others…" he hovered his eyes to the two guys, one standing beside him one hugging his knees, angered.
"Why are you dragging us?" the three kids said in unison with allegation, shouting.
Little smirk and hemphed, lifting his chest with pride, resting his arm on the waist curve. He looked up, he did it to distract the mood to go lightened. Not tense anymore!
In the crises, a voice echo from the distance, "why you bully others, retro." a girl's voice.
She was none and only Little Dory. She walks. Her dress changed to wearing jeans and a normal shirt now.
She patted his head and stared at me then look at the front, "You did a good job, retro."
"Why did you come here so late, sis. You know…" Little dory cut him in half. "Sigh, I can handle it. Do not need to worry."
"But…"
"No buts. When I am here, you can lift your pressure from your shoulder to me." She announced.
The crawled kid got out of his cocoon with anger. He said, "You NEVER on time. Then you… you—" she stopped in the middle, biting his lips. He tsked. Swallowing the whole sentence.
The kid beside him, pat him from behind, gently. The kid was trembling in fear? Anger? What? Who knows?!
"Hm… calm down."
Patting the back, comforting him—a few minutes ago they were the most who were fighting but now the situation was different.
"Watch your language, Rudy."
Little Dory said like a strict teacher; Little Rudy turned his head more in rebellion. The other kid bowed instead, "Sorry sis from his side." the kid says but little rudy just humph'd to provoke Dory more.
"Learn from our little karl." She patted him with a smile and glared at little Rudy once.she around back staring at the door, her hand resting on the handle, hesitating. Her fingers trembling;
From behind, Little rudy jerk the karl hand from his back and whisper with anger, "You fucking supporter."
He stommed and came toward me, standing beside retro, his hair messy, eyebrows lifting, corners crinkling, pouting and angry at the same time.
Little Karl with poker face without saying anything came toward Little Rudy, grabbing his wrist tightly, not hurting but hard enough to make him stay in the same position.
Karl glances at Little Rudy—fully knows Rudy is acting because of his anger but he can't just leave him alone like this… or that would happen again… never..
He shakes his head in denial with sweat on his forehead.
Noticing the tense, Little Rudy's anger converts into worry, wiping his sweat, "What happened?" Rudy also knows Karl overthinks so much which can lead to panic and anxiety attack. This kind of thing happens a lot to him. If I am not in front of him, or being a brat. Ignore him. I can't understand why it happens to him. Rudy thinks.
Rudy patted Karl's hand as saying to lose his grip. Little karl loosened it immediately. Then Little Rudy interlocked his finger into his with a grin, shining.
Karl anxiety left—tightening his grip a little for comfort. His face was red. I stare at him in confusion.
"...?"
Little Karl turned his face, blacking his face with his other hand. Little Rudy shakes his head saying 'again' in exhaustion like it's normal for him.
Watching the drama in front of my eyes. An amusement expression washed over him with a poker face. I look at the two guys, talking… which more feel like flirting.
Then I noticed I was not the only one who was watching those two. Little Mina was also staring at me with a judging face and her jaw fell to the ground.
"It is not time for this." She stood up, fixing her messy hair.
Finally Little Dory said after a big sigh, "let's go. Not hesitating anymore! Yeah" her voice was cracking through. She glanced behind. Little retro nod in agreement.
She turned her head, relieved. Her expression changed into serious, not funny business now.
"Be brave. Nothing can break me."
She chanted it, three times to herself—whsiering.
The other kids were stunned and trembling in fear, afraid of something behind the white door obviously except me! Teehee~
TO BE CONTINED…