A 12-year-old boy stares out the window of the room Outside there is fine weather. His eyes were fixed on a tiny house where a small mango tree was grown in his yard. Nothing strange, there was only one family who was busy picking up a suitcase and a brown box into a black mini van parked on the side of the road. The father and mother were busy fixing luggage, while his two little daughters occasionally helped, but more often played around the page Erick his name. A handsome boy with reddish hair. At first glance there was nothing strange, until they stared at the foot that was too small for his size From the wheelchair behind the glass window on the second floor, he watched out there. Smiling occasionally, imagine if he was running under a blue sky with a flower-filled yard, his family laughing Cheerful, happy The smile on his face disappeared, as the glass began to block his gaze.
Not just because he could not do the fun things he had thought of, but realizing that he was about to lose someone who accompanied him during this time. His blue eyes caught the figure of a little girl his age who had raced cheerfully in the tiny courtyard of the yard now heading here. From behind the door, a cheerful voice asked someone Erick turned, just as the door to his room opened. Erick! "The little girl called out, a big smile spread over her innocent face, her beautiful black eyes sparkling with happiness. Yes she was happy, while Erick? The boy is now overwhelmed with grief Why are your faces so sad?" The smile on his face disappeared, trailed by the sadness that emanated from his friend's face Erick wiped the tearful tears with the back of his hand "Am I supposed to be happy, Kimmie?" Her voice whispered to hold the tremor.
The girl approached, then knelt and twisted her arms at her friend's legs. Look up, look at the blushing face full of emotion Do not be sad I can visit you every school holiday, "he whispered with eyes and nose come flushed, then the tiny fingers are helping to wipe the tears that several times dripping on the cheek of his friend" I used to talk to you every day, right? Now with whom do I have to talk? "Again, the back of his hand wiped his eyes along with a chest that began to tighten because of sadness would be left Implanted in his eyelids how to spend his day without Kimmie During this whole day, he just sat by the window Watching vehicles and people people just passing by, staring at them one by one, looking at their smiles and laughter Seeing the happiness on their faces, especially the kids coming back and forth wearing their uniforms, running around, joking, and cycling. sitting here and almost decaying in a very long time Erick has no father or siblings. His mother is busy working in the office While the assistant housekeeper is trusted to take care of all the needs of Erick, the charcoal once invited to talk The middle-aged woman is busy with homework that charged her During this there is still a Kimmie who every day come. Bringing exciting stories about school, lessons and friends.
Erick is always waiting for her aside because of her stories about the fun life out there too because, also because Kimmie's presence always bless her heart. The existence of that cheerful girl who fills her days. Until finally, Erick's happiness depends on the little girl "Erick maybe we're not neighbors anymore, but I can still come see you every school holiday, right?" Kimmie stared into the blue eyes. Trying to make sure they are not that far apart. "We will stay together because we are friends forever." The boy was silent. Then close my eyes together with the water s skating back down on the lap. Just above the back of Kim's hands For a second, two seconds, until a few moments later the eyes reopened in terror, Erick took several deep breaths with both hands trembling. "Erick? Why are you?" Kimmie's eyes rounded. No answer came out of his trembling lips.
Only a tight hand grip in Kimmie's palm. You see something else? "Kimmie asked cautiously as she looked around the room. The little girl knew full well Erick had an edge. A kind of sixth sense makes it able to see things that others can not see. Even sometimes can see what has happened, also see the future. Erick, talk! What did you see? Why is this fear? "Kimmie shook Erick's arm with a worried face. The boy in his blue shirt took a deep breath, calmed himself down, said something but suddenly heard the little girl's cry on the front page" Kimmie! Come on, it's time to go now! "Exclaimed the bearded man with impatience Kimmie looked at Erick, still a little worried, but he had to leave soon I promise I'll always visit you at every school holiday!" The promise of the little girl was convincing enough. Slowly Erick nodded.
After kissing Erick's cheek as a farewell, the girl ran out of the room. Still a happy voice greeted the middle-aged woman downstairs. Erick closed his eyes. Her tears dripped, grew swift, then finally closed her mouth holding sobs. Waiting seconds Waiting ... Suddenly there was the sound of the car's brake scream right in front of it, followed by the sound of objects clashing violently. "Kimmiee !!!" The man's screams loudly broke the sky. Then came the sound of an object dashing hard Erick bowed his face in both arms. His shoulders are shaking with tearful tears Sorry sorry ...! "He mumbled in sadness A young man with a hawked leg in a wheelchair that drove slowly past the yard, crossed the road, and then climbed into the yard of a small unkempt house on the side of the road. The house with dull blackish paint and some broken glass windows where there was a huge mango tree right in the front yard With a dry leaves scattered without a sweep A big smile spread on the reddish lips of the young man In his lap was a small cake decorated with candles with figures 22.
The wheelchair stopped paddling, now his hand is clutching the edge of the small plate where the birthday cake is put in. Kimmie, today is my birthday.You do not want to say anything? " he asked in a cheerful tone. The sound of winds rustled through the leaves of the mango tree. Some of the dried up scattered over his head. There. Near a mango tree whose trunk is as big as an adult's body, stands a pale-faced girl. His dark eyes were dark as mortal, devoid of powerless sparks.
Still wearing the same clothes. The white canal is decorated with black ribbons. With matching shoes, it's just that there is blood spots dried up in socks. Also the blood thickened around her long hair The little girl did not answer, just looked down. Then slowly, start jumping up and down over the plaid drawing above the paving. Above his wheelchair, Erick smiled. Then start telling me what things he sees through the glass window today. This ten years, he changed into a storyteller. As Kimmie did to fill his days first. While the little girl was silent.
Either listen, or not. But Erick is always happy to accompany him. Realizing that letting the accident happen is a right decision. Because in this way, they will remain friends Always together, no distance Because they are friends forever.
