don’t believe in anything (part 1)-english

8/6/2019 Dont Believe In Anything (part 1)-english

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Title : Dont Believe In Anything

Genre : Family, Friendship, Romance

Rating : General

Language : Indonesia and English

Theme song : YUI

Author : Amel Chan

Synopsis:

Human is a pupil, pain is the teacher.

-Ryosuke Yamada-

Cats:

Ryosuke Yamada as Ryosukey (Nick name; Key)

Dyan patricia P.P as Diyanu (out character)

Aneri (Diyanus best friend)

Otousan (Ryosukes Dad)

Furata (Ryosukes Brother)Ishida Mura (Rival)

SMALL TOWN

Until now I still asking in my mind, what is matter makes Mother insisted

on moving to ............ Viewed from whatever side, we better stay in

Osaka. Not only about the facilities that I am talking about, but most

importantly my friends. The house and neighborhood where I grew up.

Roads that every day I spent with friends when going to and from school.Karaoke place where almost every month we visit. Mall, parks, coffee

shops, takoyaki shop. And school ....

Schools that includes the people who I care about.

Would you have forced me to say goodbye to it all?

And she has managed to make me do it.

Goodbye my happiness ....

Goodbye my life .....


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When a van car which's father has rental entered the narrow street and

stop in a big enough house, small town that looks deserted. No barkingdogs greeted them, no other vehicles that cross the roar of the place.

Church bells are not tolling. Is it because now at 3 am? Silent. Everything

looks like a ghost town, quiet as my feelings of alienation. How this place

will be playing my fate?

Two-storey house and the color of milk chocolate. Looks quite luxurious

and spacious compared with other houses nearby. When set foot out of

the car, I could immediately see our new yard. Manicured green grass.Some yellow flowers blooming on the edge of the grass. I do not know

what the name of the flower, but looks simple and elegant. Interest was

issued a soothing aroma therapy.

The long journey and an exhausting night. Father and Mother soon issue

items from the car. I do not want to help them. Because it is still furious

with the move matter and must to start everything from zero.

I held the door handle and turned it right round. The door opened. Therewas no smell of dust was left. I think the previous occupants had recently

left the house. Living room with modern western-style chair is well suited

to some French paintings hanging on the wall. I immediately left the living

room and find my room. Along the way his father had always talked about

our new home state. The house is spacious, there's backyard, there are

four rooms, lounge, blah blah blah ... and the most I remember my father

told me that my room in second floor of home.

My eyes look for the hallway stairs and climb with impatience. In the last

staircase I found only one door. And indeed it seems there's only one


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too much to think Diyanu. I should immediately meet with teachers and

homeroom.

My mean teacher is pretty young. He said he had appointed five months

ago. It could be said was still a junior compared with the other coworkers.

But from his face all one can guess that he was an intelligent woman.

Elegant way of speaking and his movement. Her charisma look natural.No need to pretend to be to show that he can indeed do all things.

Because he had been seen like that.

2-C. Go to the 2th building, from the front door turn left and go up firststairs, take the right direction. The third sequence class is the class 2-C.

Okeh, first enter the 2th building. Seven locker welcomed the my arrival.

I searched my locker number 59 and replace the shoes with white indoor

shoes. Here I go! Slowly I took a deep breath while walking up the stairs.

Brakk!

There was a minor incident exactly five stairs not far from me.

"Hey! Use your eyes! I think you should take off the thick glasses that

make you more myopic. "The man looked as if dealing with disgusting

creatures. He tossed the clothes touched by his opponent. Then go with

kick a book which drop. Unfortunately the book hit my left leg.

That man who use eye glasses did not say anything hear those words. He

adjusted his glasses and picked up the scattered shee ts of paper in stairs.

I picked up a thick book on my shin earlier. Help herd the remaining

sheet of paper. This is not an ordinary paper. Photo paper with thetargeted pictures from various places. Long I looked at a simple photo.

Only a picture of a leaf falling in autumn from its branches. Image close-

ups with high resolution. But that leaf looks sad. Temperatures in the

photo like in the winter. The death slowly. But I see that leaf seem likewant not leave yet. And the tree was like do not want the leaf leaves fall

quickly. Not the dry leaves. It just withered and trying to be strong to

stay on the branch. Finally, with the remainder owned by staff, he can not

fight fate who aborting it.

I surprise because the photo in my hand suddenly withdrawn.

"Thanks for helping.""Uh, iyah. It's nothing. You love taking pictures photo? "I asked as she

handed me the book and other photo sheet.

"No. Thank you. "He turned around and climbed the stairs, clutching his

stomach.

I ran to catch up.


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"Wait! I am Diyanu. Call me Diyan. Please tell me where the location of

the class 2-C. "

He was not stopped in his tracks. "After these stairs turn right, there is a

class that you are looking for."

"Thank you, your name?" Actually I still remember the homeroom clues

about where the class 2-C. I'm just trying to find topics for my firstpotential friends at school. But he did not seem friendly.

"Key. Stop asking and look for your class. "He stopped, sat in stairs and

waited I went from his front.

Key? I like ever hear that name. But where?"Well, see you again Key."

Huuffh, if allowed to be honest. Key make me illfeel. Why in this modern

era he still using thick glasses that old style. Then what's with the hair?

Halved and covered with hair oil is very oily. Shirt buttoned to the neck.

Pants hang a little. And the perfume of his extraordinary sting. With a

super-tacky style so where there are women who want to approach it.Does not he ever read a fashion magazine. Or at least watch television

and see the outside world. The encyclopedia, the book that I picked up

earlier. Apparently he's a very boring person. Maybe I'll find another

friend only.

With the remains confident I stepped into the classroom. Then abespectacled woman, black hair that is almost equal in length with me

over and held out his hand.

"Are you Diyanu? I Aneri, chairman of the class 2-C. "His smile was

friendly and wide.

I welcome his hand, "Diyan, please your attention."

"Come." She gave me the code to follow.

"This is your table and chairs. And this is my place. We are adjacent.

"Lucky. Aneri friendly and open. Maybe we'll fit.

The students are also welcomed me warmly. Same thing with the

students im my old school. Now I can breathe easily.

The first day of my new school run smoothly. Next I could to school with alight. The distance from the school house about one mile. Not too far towalk.

"Diyan. Where do you live? Direction here, too? "Aneri lay off his bike.

"Let's ride, we go home together" He offered me sitting behind herbicycle. Regardless of whatever I was soon up and hold on. We took

about a per four hours to get home.


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"Aneri, lets play in my home. We eat lunch." She take the bike in front of

the garage.

"Tadaima!" I and Aneri enter to home, fragrant aroma of fried onions

wafted from the dining room.

"Okaeri, Diyan." Welcomes the return of my mother. He still uses the

apron.

"Ah Diyan have a new friend? "Asked Mom.

"Yeah Mom, we were classmates, and also happened to my house this

way, is still about five minutes left when cycling." Answer Aneri.

"Dont shame to play here. My mother was preparing lunch. Well wait a

little longer. "Mother returned to the kitchen. The voice sounded oil

splashing noisily into my room upstairs.

As expected, Aneri looks really liked the atmosphere of my room. He went

to check every corner of the room. And ask questions about my life in

Osaka. I opened the window, and sit in a chair that was nearby with

window. Then I tried to focus the view towards the people who entered

the neighbor's yard with panting, hurry? The style like I know.

Aaa Key! He's Key! The first person who talked to me this morning at

school. Why is he here? Is he my neighbor? Is he the person last night,

too?


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Half an hour later a man boned like Key out of the house. But he does not

look like Key. Her hair was messy arranged sideways, not use eye

glasses, dressed in sneakers, T-shirt, dark blue jacket and jeans.

"Key! Want to go anywhere else?! "The voice was raised by an angry old

man who uses a wheelchair. He stuck the doorway. Manual wheelchairs

that do not allow him to leave the house. Is he Key's father? Very old,looks like my grandfather.

"It's not your business." Answer Key without looking backward.

***

I tried to walk into a narrow yard. But, it looks very wide yard now. By

forcing myself I tried to walk toward the door and immediately up the

stairs to the room. Stomach feels very sick. Joints such as running out of

steam. I dropped the bag in front of the bedroom door and immediately

go to the bathroom. My stomach pain if taken once stood. I sit, holdingbathroom to vomit.

The last few weeks I have often feel same like this. As this morning.

Abdominal pain made me unable to stand. I sit on the steps of the school

for two hours until the pain is gone. Father says magh chronic because

my eat is very irregular.

Twenty minutes later my condition had start good. I stood slowly, was

still a little sick.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I can see the clown in it. Hair parted inthe middle and covered in oil. Bad taste clothes. Toys glasses that thick

glasses tripled myopi patients.

But I have to do it. Do not let anyone interfere with my life that wasnearly destroyed. Appearances like this become a shield to protect

themselves. Of all the things that will interfere. With this performance will

not be there that want to be my friend. I do not need friends, I do not

need anything other than realizing the sole ambition. It would be better if

they did not notice me around them.

I turn on the faucet and wash my face and greasy hair. While still injunior high school I did not look as lame as this. Same with the otherchildren. Being a family pride by always representing the school in

baseball and photography. Each followed the game I never hold a cup

under the champion. I'm including the popular student who had many

friends. But, the more friends, more often betrayed. I do not know howmany girls who i ignore when they declare their feelings. Anyway, lets


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forget about the past is not important. I've buried the Key two years ago

in deeply. He was long dead.

Now,Key is Ugly key. People who always make angry and bad boy. But it

just opinion of people who dont know anything. And will better if they not

know anything.

Now is time for me go to work. I use t-shirt, dark blue jacket, and jeans.

Hair not with oil. Not with ugly style again.

15 minutes again my work time is start. Maybe if i run to halte bus and

pick up with bus i will not be late. I run turn down stairs with hurry,daddy has wait me in front of the door. He look angry. Why every day i

must fight with my dad?

Key!! Where you will go?! the high voice like ussually. I ignoring my

dad. Dad cant go out from home because use...........

It is not your business. Answer Key without look back.

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To be continue to part 2.....

don’t believe in anything (part 1)-english

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