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 YamadaCats: Ryosuke Yamada as Dyan patricia P.P as Aneri (Diyanus best friend) Otousan (Ryosukes Dad) Furata (Ryosukes Brother)

Ryosukey (nick name: KEY) Diyanu

The Ambition
June 1st, at 3 pm "Key, please arrange these books section Linguistics." Face adorned a smile as Mrs. Oslo ask my lifting and cleared two new boxes delivered by the government. I'd been fiddling with the computer to add new check list in the new book list immediately pressing ctrl s to save all the data, after it approached the mistress of Oslo with two big boxes near his feet. Mrs Oslo pamphlets data provide new books. "That list of books that are in the cardboard and have the data last night. You know what to do right Key? "He patted my shoulder and back of his shirt. Mrs. Oslo is the librarian in this small town area. He was forty -four years of service since graduating high school senior. A step at age sixty-two years old, when his young beauty strokes are still visible. Her skin was slightly dark, brown hair who was always in rolls, spreads natural makeup that made his appearance looks simple. I've thought of Oslo as mistress of my own mother. Every day during the work schedule he always found time to bring me food. He had a daughter who is married and lives in Sendai. Due to busy work and take care of the child, the daughter of Mrs. Oslo rarely returned to Kagoshima prefecture. Two years ago in the month of May is the last meeting directly. Today when I arrived at the library Mrs. Oslo pulled my arm and invited me to sit beside him. With a happy face when she told her son called and will return here late next month. Nearly one-half hour he did not stop to tell about it. Both boxes were quite heavy to carry me at once. I choose to bring a box that looks

heavier in advance and come back to take a rest. Language Arts section of books on average and much thicker. Although only a small library, but almost all book languages in all countries listed here. Shelf in th e science of language to be the rack of the most serious and boring because it is full of thick dictionaries. There are seventy-four the number of new books are listed in a paper given mistress Oslo. I separated the books in alphabetical order and locati on. Size of the library room is not large enough to contain many shelves. So the shelves are made of high until almost touching the ceiling. After preparing a book on the bottom, I take a folding ladder in the barn. Ladder that helped me compile the books on the top shelf. Already twice I fell off the ladder while preparing the book. When falls the first time the slightest injury does not occur to me, only the legs are a little shock because suddenly arrested by the gravitational pull heavy loads. Unfortuna tely when you fall a second time luck was not impartial, my left leg broken. And had to rest almost two months to be working as usual again. Though I must immediately collect the money. Do not want to fall for the third time, I compile a book with cauti on. Because if you spend too much time my left leg to be broken again and again sitting at home.

at 5:30 pm

After preparing all the books and eat food brought by

mrs. Oslo, I immediately

rushed to Machinago Fast Food. I crossed the zebra crossing at the center of the city market Kagoshima. Some taxi stopped to wait for the lights change color to green. Taxis are impatient sounding the horn noise. In this so late hour, the market became very crowded by traffic bustle, full of new people who will go hom e and work. As she crossed the street I could see the restaurant where I work, busy as usual and friends who work at noon shiff looks tired.

With accelerated step I entered the restaurant, Taka smiled relieved to see me coming.

"Huhh, today is really tired. Somehow customers today come together at one time. Rapid wear uniforms and aprons you, I can not stand it anymore want to go home. Leg and shoulder soreness.

"Taka sighed. He is the one who helped me get this job. Then I followed his lead into locker chamber. He changed his clothes reluctantly, perhaps there is another problem. I ignored it.

"Work with passion, I go home. See you tomorrow. "Taka closed the closet and go with a step width. Always so. Taka never can cover up his feelings. If angry h e would look very angry, and if it pleased him to be the most cheerful in the world. It's no surprise anymore when Taka comes to restaurant with a forehead that many times or with endless laughter, hugging all the people who were there.

Waitress, it's my job here. Serving customers who will order a menu, deliver food and clean shirt-table table. My boss positioned me tobe the waitress with reason because with my pretty face to attract the hearts of customers. Daily revenue at night is always more than in the afternoon. They say it's all because I work at night. But if I think it's because people prefer to hang out and eat outside at night. Here every night I sell smiles and friendliness. I answer all customer questions that are not critical of me with f alse answers. I do that just for the money.

Restaurant closed at 10.30 and I came home with boarded the bus. But not until the next bus home, stopping in halte nearby and I had to walk back about 7 minutes to get home. 7 minutes walk the short distance, what else at night, there was no sunshine sting that will make the crown a boil.

Not much different from the previous nights, no day without quarrels with his father. Each family member holds the key to the house. But this time the Key is not able to insert his key into the doorknob.

Ah shit, this is definitely caused by father. My father did not intentionally pull the key from inside the house, so I can not insert my key. I muttered impatiently, anxious to bang on the door it was hard to let everyone know that this evening the father and son who never got along to fight again.

"You want me to break this door?" I asked harshly. "Dad I know you're in".

"Good if you know my father did it on purpose. Nearly died of boredom father always told me not to come home at midnight. Always do not want to listen to others. What is hard to keep the father's request for once? What father is not very meaningful? Not worth to you? "Father's voice came clearly from behind the door. He spoke slowly and surely. His voice is authoritative. The tone is very I like.

"Stop acting like a child. You are old. If I knew I was tired, quickly open the door or I'll never go back again this house! " my voice rising up. Although I do not see the face of the father from behind the door, we can be sure if he was afraid. voice sounded soft iron door handles on the sidelines of golden brown. The door opened and an old man's face looks wrinkled whatever reason. Might restrain anger, worry, or regret having kids like my shit.

Bored argue with him, I went through the father quickly climbed the ladder room. Leaving it in front of the door. It's up to what he would do next. I'm tired. Spend too much energy serving babble.

Is it really like that?

I really do not care about the father?

My room looks neat. Maybe Furuhata, my brother is unfortunate because at the age of 9 years she experienced a very high fever. Fatal. His eyes became blind. But every day he avidly up the stairs just to tidy up my room. And I always tidied the room. Furuhata always wiped the table who had my lap, which was sweeping my floor broom, compiled a book that has been made, doing nothing.

Little bit of a surprise because this evening he did not join in. father attacked me with a scolding. Think of it Furuhata f ather's favorite son. Oh, not just assume. But it is what it is. Since I started to remember something, what I remember most until now is very concerned father Furuhata.

2 or 3 years ago before I changed a bitch, before the quarrel became routine at home, and before I was always wrong, when I became the center of attention because of intelligence, ability, and my good looks. When I was a child of pride, the father remains very concerned Furuhata and just give the rest of his attention is almost exhausted me. But I could accepted until now, it's because he's blind and does require more attention.

Furuhata 5 years older than me. Next year he will finish college. Blindness does not deter Furuhata to get a degree in the field of mathematics teacher training. Seeds embedded in his genius that made all the normal people wonder. Physical disability in the sense that is very important is not an obstacle at all to be the most superior in the University. How many times did he get the reward outstanding students and received scholarships from leading domestic banks in Japan. Honestly I'm very proud of him. I loved my only brother is. But why is hard to get along. He always gave, but my bad temper heart refuses to make peace with him. The tone and character like this muddy situation. Selfishness and a very stubborn. The nature of the quasi-hero and hold all the problems alone, making them never know what I faced today. What am I fighting for now. Enough for me to know and do not ask many questions.

I took off my jacket and hung it behind the door, then walked towards the window curtain. I like to sleep with the curtains open, so the dim light of the moon and stars into the room. When it rains I like to see a flash of lightning and rain in the wind. Photo collection dark atmosphere like that was nearly filled photo box. I entered high school senior majoring in art, especially photography. Since my father bought me a Polaroid camera 6 years ago, I became very fond of this field. Almost everywhere I bring this old camer a. Capturing all the moments and objects that attract the mind. Recorded traces the journey of life that might fit in just a small photo box. Time does not allow the key buying new boxes to preserve evidence traces the journey of his life. Favorite camera, sorry, tomorrow I have to sell you. No need to catch the rest of my trip that became increasingly dark and slow. Do not keep the rest of the evidence in the worst of times later.

Tonight was very tired, but the activities and work done together with the other day. After washing the face I did not immediately lay down on the mattress. I slowly shifted the location of the table's favorite Polaroid camera and turn on a personal computer on a desk. Time to do the job the most money. 2 years later I received the services to make the Journal of scientific research and Thesis. Students who do not have the ability and lazy mostly use my services to make their college graduation requirements. I do not know how many dozen scientific papers and my thesis is complete. Admit it, my brain is dilute. This is what fills my savings so that almost reached the target.

Soon Key, hold on ... you must be strong. At 2:45 am, my body vibrating. The hand was cold. One point throbbing sore stomach. The more painful and spread throughout the body. My head feels heavy and spinning. With the rest of consciousness I tried to rise from a chair to walk in bed. Slowly lay down into the mattress.

Uuhh .... pain. I curled up holding his stomach. Cold sweat profusely. God .... I'm not strong ... But please, give me a little more time ...

From the nose with fresh blood flowing profusely. I tried to wipe the clothes there mattress. But the pain made me disekujur body was not able to grab clothing. Body shook and my consciousness is slowly disappearing. ***** "Diyanu? Almost midnight why this new home," asked the mother to worry. Before answering the question the mother, I rushed to the dining room and take water from the refrigerator. "If at home I'll remember the friends in Os aka. So I went out to entertain yourself. Apparently this small town is also pretty good Mom. "Answer me relaxed. And that the answer lies. "As soon as well, but the next time if you want to go tell mom and dad, we were concerned to find you earlier." said mother. "Well, I sleep. Good evening ma'am. "I rushed up the stairs. Oh my sweet room. My legs ached. Seeing the corner of the room like a mattress to see OASIS in the desert. But curiosity overcome the desire for sleep. I pushed a little window cur tain and saw my weird neighbor Key again noisy with his father in front of the door. All day from the morning I followed him. Trailed in schools, diperpustakaan city, fast food restaurant, and to return home. Even now I still stalking Key from the room. Uh, she opened her bedroom curtains. Key watched the night sky from the window, he went into the bathroom and went out and sat facing the personal computer on a desk. What Key do? It was past midnight so why not sleep? Huuh, I followed him tired all day. Intrigued by the change in the form of Key after school from geeky to be cool style to move my feet to follow him. And a lot of shocking things that I make. It turned out that Key worked after school at the local library, after which he continued working in fast food restaurant. In the library area she worked with the old lady if it was his name mistress of Oslo, at the restaurant he worked as a waitress who loved women customers. But then Key looks so cool. Friendly and sweet smile. Diyanu, what you think. Actually why of mine? Key Okay, go play with your personal computer, I can not stalk you until the morning activities. I closed the curtains and mattress lying impatient. Key good night. *******
To be Continue to part 3 ..