Felis woke up from her sleep. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed a soft bed like this. Last time, what she remembered was a cave in front of the beach. The coral is moist, the moss is slippery. A mound of firewood and almost rotting venison. She doesn't know how she got here. But, that's okay. She is grateful to be back here.
Felis touched her feet on the floor of the room. The cold was creeping up, but she didn't feel shivering. In her caress the single arm sofa belonging to her late father. There's a tear there. Felis still remembers who did it. Chandrawa. However, it seems Mrs. Furla has patched it with new cloth so that the hole won't widen.
Then Felis tilted her head out. She inhaled deeply the typical Weesa village air from her bedroom window. She let her chest cavity filled with the smells. While the sun rose slowly from behind the teak forest at the entrance to the village. Creates a dramatic silhouette that looks like a watercolor painting. Then smell the cows, chicken manure and firewood to boil the duck food. There's nothing more relaxing than coming home.
Felis closed her eyes for a moment to scan for all the good things her senses could enjoy. So that if this peace is taken away from her again, she will not forget how serene it is here. After that, Felis heard the sound of clinking cups downstairs. Felis immediately left the room, down the stairs. say hello to Mrs. Furla who was sitting pretty with a cup of chamomile tea.
"Mother," she called.
But the woman was silent. She didn't budge. Felis understands. She had been away from home for too long and Mrs. Furla must have really missed her. Maybe her mother was upset. Felis repeated once again. She deliberately sat in front of her mother.
"Mom, I'm home." Felis spoke louder.
Still. Mrs. Furla didn't budge at all. Felis waved her hand with the aim of attracting attention. Along with the growing confusion, from outside someone knocked on the door. The first time Mrs. Furla snapped out of her reverie and put down her cup. She took big steps towards the door, welcoming anyone who visited so early.
A man with neatly combed hair stood at the door. Felis smiled in welcome from where she sat.
Marlon came this early. She cares so much about my mother, thought Felis.
"Hello Uncle Marlon..." Felis greeted politely.
The mother invited the man to sit on the sofa, then she walked into the kitchen. Turn on the stove to boil hot water.
"Aren't you on duty?" Mrs. Furla asked softly.
The man nodded. "I miss you."
Hearing that, Felis blushed. "I'll just go upstairs. I don't want my teeth to be toothless when I hear something like this, this early." Felis joked.
But no one answered her jokes. Since then, Felis realized that no one could hear her. No one saw its existence. Because of that, Felis immediately went to her mother, trying to touch Mrs. Furla, but something unseen made her bump and run away.
Felis trembled. Having a Lumons father, being a Lumons, was strange enough for her. Now, she is in her house but nobody knows where she is, they don't even hear her! Could it be that she is dead? Felis was getting worried. She still didn't understand what had happened to her.
Then, Marlon approached Mrs. Furla. His hands were hidden behind his back. An aisikla appeared there, light blue in color. Felis reflex screamed. "Help!" Still. No one can hear it. She bumped into herself at the boundary that is invisible.
"Run mother!" Felis butted closer, then bounced. She tried with all her might to tear the invisible wall, but failed again. Fragments of golden red ice lay on the floor, but the walls were so strong. Felis tried one more time, until her palm hurt. Blood streamed down the wall, making their boundaries even clearer. Still, Felis couldn't do anything, but kept trying.
“Marlon! I'll kill you!” Felis cursed. It's useless, now for them Felis is just a gust of wind. "Don't!" Felis sat up. Cold sweat slid from the nape of her neck, then ran down her back and was absorbed by the material of her clothes.
Her mother was killed. In front of herself. Marlon stabs Mrs. Very furla. Twice.
They were talking about something Felis didn't want to hear. Then the fourth, her mother fell to the floor, with pools of blood. Felis mouth opened and closed but no sound came out of it.
Then the man left, leaving behind his lifeless future wife after making sure no one saw what happened. Together with a cooking stove that has not yet died.
***
Meanwhile, little Candramawa was pacing in her yard when Jesse came.
"Hello, auntie..." Candramawa greeted. Her head looked up at Jesse.
She smiled. The sun cast dark shadows under her eyes and neck. "What are you doing?"
"I'm choosing the right place to drill a hole."
"Who do you want to bury?"
Candramawa was silent for a while because she didn't understand. "Planting flowers," she replied.
She sneered. Then nodded. "Where's your mother?" the Seeka woman asked.
"Yes, in the house," Candramawa replied cheerfully.
"Your father?"
“On the way out, with Garg.” Candramawa scratched her head. "I think."
“Then buy some chamomile tea at the shop over there! I want to have tea with your mother.” Jesse gave the order in a pleasant tone.
Candramawa froze for a moment. She felt something odd that he couldn't explain.
"Are you all right?" Jesse asked suspiciously.
Chandrawash shrugged. She didn't mind that strange feeling anymore. Then the girl ran lightly out of the yard. Several times she kicked pebbles, just for fun.
A moment later she stopped, turned around and headed back to her house. "I don't have any money with me." Candramawa shouted from outside the house.
At the doorway Candramawa froze. Just as Jesse finished cutting the fifth part of her mother's body. Her aisikla is the color of blood. Candramawa looked at Jesse's face, then at her mother—once a pair of eyes nested there, now they were just two hollow holes.
Then that kind of rancid smell, Candramawa wasn't sure where it came from. But she wanted to vomit. "Why did you cut my mother?" Candrama asked Jesse, golden blue aisikla tearing her palm. Anger had reached the crown of the girl.
Jesse marveled at the golden blue color. Until her knees buckled. Jesse knelt before Candramawa. Her eyes filled with tears. Full of emotion “You're the one! You will end all the suffering of the Lumons," she said.
Candramawa could not believe what she heard. She understood what Jesse was saying, but part of her knew she was too young to understand. She squinted her eyes so that the pupils seemed to be squeezed there.
"That's your job!" snapped Candramawa.
Candramawa's chest seemed to be stirring. She didn't want that feeling, but she wanted Jesse to stop talking forever.
Jesse was still kneeling before Candramawa. "My job is done, Candramawa. Know that you are the chosen one. And that relieves me,” she said, tilting her neck at the little girl.
The girl's tears welled up and blurred her eyes. Her shoulders shook with the urge to attack the woman who killed her mother. Candramawa held her aisikla tightly.
“Do it,” Jesse said.
Candramawa blinked, tears running down her cheeks. Her chest hurts. Too sore for her to bear. She cleared her throat, sucking in as much air as her lungs could hold.
Two seconds later she exhaled the dirty air through her nostrils. Her breath gradually calmed down. "Go," whispered Candramawa.
Jesse's forehead creased, she was confused. She propped up one leg and got up hesitantly. The woman's face looked disappointed when she left Candramawa's house. With one jump she disappeared.
Candramawa looked out the door. She saw a Seeka peeking from a thicket of pine branches. However, she could not recognize the face. She could not see that face.
Candramawa immediately squatted beside her mother. Aisikla she put on the floor. Candramawa picked up her mother's body parts. One by one. Slowly, Candramawa lay on her side. Hugged her mother until her clothes were wet with blood. Only now did she know where the rancid smell was coming from.
Candramawa said nothing. She doesn't know what it means to die. All she knew was leaving, meaning that one day she would return.