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This chapter turned out to take longer than I thought, and it's quite long too. Before reading this chapter, I hope you have read about my little hint in the previous chapter, because I don't know what you'll think about this chapter later.

Then, I also want to thank davidblu27 for another favs and follows.

Okay, now... happy reading...


'How long have I been sitting here?'

That's the question that I send to my brain many times. I was still sitting on the same grass, staying silent in the same place while staring at the sky. There is no timepiece that can tell me the time, and so far there is no one passing by on the small street in front of me.

Only the position of the sun and the shadow of the trees that can tell me the time. The position of the sun that has risen to the cloudless sky, and the shadow of trees that are starting to shorten. The gleaming dew between the grass around me began to disappear, but instead, the surface of the lake became even more dazzling in my eyes. My gut tells me if it's already noon... it's the warm breeze that supports my hypothesis.

'I think I've been here for about six to seven hours.' that's what my hunch said...

And if my hunch is right, it means he's been writing for almost half a day without leaving his seat at all. He still focused on the paper, and his fingers still moved to rub that short pencil into a word to paragraph.

'This is bad... I think I enjoy this environment too much...'

Is it because the environment is too peaceful for him so that he can write for hours without moving a bit from his seat? Even myself, also, was defeated by the sight before my eyes... I was completely complacent with nature around here. How come... there is a large tree in front of the window that faced east, so that when the sun began to rise, its shadows shade almost all of his room, plus this cool breeze that came from the lake, and its surface reflected the sky, as if there were a large painting visible from his window.

'It's such a suitable environment to write.' I really envy him... 'Is this what causes his book to captivate many people's hearts?'

I lifted my body slightly using my heel, tiptoed and turned my body and peered slowly through the narrow gap on his opened window. I could clearly see the blue figure that was still sitting on the same chair while lowering his gaze... fixed on a paper full of pencil powder in front of him, and his fingers were still actively moving the tip of the pencil that had begun to dull.

'No... this is not because this environment... but his sincerity... he writes with all his heart. He doesn't just write using his mind, but he also uses his heart.'

That's why his book contents are more likely to lead to the outpouring of his heart...

'Well, my guess is right... he's really cheating.'

It is no longer called writing a story, but more like writing a poem... kind of ballad. Its diction, emphasis, and figures of speech that he wrote is absolutely perfect. Like his book... f.

'I think it's time to get home. Well, if he's cheating, so do I... because I don't want to lose.'

Seeing him who was so tough when writing his story, spurred me to write more and more. If he really meant it, me too... I'll pour all my heart onto the white paper, even though it includes my blood and my bile.

Err... okay, I think that was a bit disgusting...

'Ouch... I've got cramp in my talons.!'

I groaned after hours of sitting without doing anything, and of course it made my whole body stiff. After crawling away from the window, still trying to hide my presence, headed for a tree where my bicycle was. I looked at him once more, who was still in his initial state when I first saw him this morning from a distance.

'Does he also feel the same thing with me, eh?' I asked myself in surprised.

But I don't think that's a problem for us. We are the same... we are writers. We will turn that suffering into our most beautiful chapters. Right... Hyacinthum G?

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Meanwhile... a few moments later...

3rd person POV

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A few moments after Alex left Blu's residence, who was still sitting unmoved in his chair... moved the pencil he was holding and swept it on a paper in front of him.

In his small room. With an area o square meters, in the room there is only a bed which is perpendicular to the door, so that when entering this room, the first thing that is seen is the small bed full of paper scattered on it. Walls and ceilings are blue like his feathers... an incandescent light bulb sticks to the ceiling. A desk, where he write his book, faced to the window very closely, so that from outside it could be seen clearly that fragile wood desk. There is a small wardrobe next to the desk, and the wall clock is attached next to it. That wall clock shows two o'clock in the afternoon.

An opened window delivered the warm air into the room, the summer breeze constantly caressed his feathers, until finally... the pencil he held, he dropped on top of his script with the word 'The End' in the lower right corner.

"Finally, it's done..." Blu said to himself, lifting his script to block the sunlight from piercing his eyes, staring at the first page that contained the title of his new story... 'Summer breeze', a title that is in perfect harmony with the current season.

"I can't believe it! It's already noon?!" Blu's face looked surprised after he glanced at the wall clock... its short hand pointed to the number two,"I don't sleep again. Well... who cares... I just want to show this new story to mom." he immediately got up from his seat with a cheerful face. Even though he said that if he hadn't slept from the night before, his face showed absolutely no fatigue, instead his face was beaming in the sunlight.

Blu walked out of his room, and stopped in front of a door of another room that was right in front of his room, only about three steps away. On the right there is a corridor that ends with a dead end, while on the left there is a stairway that connects the first floor to the second floor in this house. There was no other room on the second floor, other than his room with another room that was in front of his... a room that was still tightly closed.

"Mom... have you finished writing your script?" Blu said, after he knocked on the door three times, but there was no answer, "Mother? Are you in there?" and there was still no answer, except for the clinking of the clock coming from the room in front of his eyes... his mother's room. The feeling of worry began to arise from his heart, he knew that if his mother had just returned from the hospital yesterday... he was worried if something happened to his mother, "Mom...?" he slowly opened the unlocked door, so that he can peek into his mother's dark room.

The atmosphere of his mother's room is darker than his... cooler and darker. The window isn't opened and the window blinds aren't raised... there is not even a glimmer of light that can give a warm impression in her room. Even though, Blu is now in his mother's room, the smell of chemical medicines still stung his nostrils. The desk where his mother used to write her book, was parallel to her room door, so when Blu opened it the first time he saw...

"Mom...!"

His mother lay limply on her chair... her head fell on a desk strewn with paper and various pills, showing how severe her condition was. Her son, Blu, immediately ran into her room... he ran towards his mother's back who looked pale

"Mom! Are you okay?!" Blu shook his mother's body as hard as he could, hoping she would immediately open her eyes.

Then...

"Oh Blu?" his mother... she opened her eyes staring at her son's worried face, "I'm sorry, Blu... I..." she smiled at her son who still looked worried when suddenly Blu threw himself and curled up in his mother's arms, crying...

"Thank God... I... I though... you..." Blu said haltingly due to his sobbing in his mother's arms, "Please... don't leave me all alone."

Helen, who saw her son crying in her arms just smiled, then stroked his head gently,"Don't be silly, my dearest son. I just fell asleep while writing, that's all. Do you remember our promise yesterday?"

Blu came out of his mother's arms, and looked at his mother with his wet eyes from tears,"Of course... we're going to exchange our script this morning."

"Then... have you finished it?" asked his mother, after Blu's cry began to subside, and the atmosphere began to calm down.

Blu wiped his tears on his face... the tears were replaced by a cheerful smile,"Hu'uh..." he nodded, "I just finished it five minutes ago."

"I see, then... how about this?" Helen moved from her seat, and picked up a stack of paper that was neatly pinned by a paperclip on it, then she walked toward her window room and raised its window blinds. Instantly the sunlight filled the room, and surprisingly Blu's eyes that weren't ready to receive a large amount of sunlight.

The sunlight gave a clear view of the state of Helen's room... a famous novelist. Her books are neatly arranged on a bookcase that is close to the window with the trophies displayed on it without any dust. Various awards are posted on the walls of her room... awards as novelist... all are hers... Anicius G.

"We're going to read our script after breakfast... what do you think?" Helen continued, staring at her son who was still standing beside her desk, handing over the stack of paper she just took from her bed.

Blu nodded cheerfully, grabbed a script written by his mother, and ran towards the door to retrieve his stack of paper he had dropped down, "I agree..." Blu replied, handing his script to his mother.

"Alright then... let's go downstairs. I think there's still left over bread that your father bought yesterday."

Helen goes wing in wing with her son. Each of them held a script that they exchanged... Helen held her son's script with her right wing, while Blu held his mother script with his left wing. They walked wing in wing in the same rhythm... the sound of their steps on the wooden floor throbbed violently, echoing in the short hallway which only had two rooms. At the end of the hall, they walked down the stairs that went directly to the exit on the first floor, so they had to walk around through the other hallway to the back of the house until they arrived in a room large enough, perhaps as wide as the combination of Blu's and his mother's room.

The room, where Blu and his mother are now, is a simple dining room. A square table with four chairs around it, there's nothing above it but two pieces of bread as Helen said... it was the leftover bread bought by her husband yesterday when she was in the hospital. Helen, who had just returned from the hospital, didn't have enough time to buy food supplies that were running low, while her husband had already left to fulfill his assignment... he's already on the air to Antarctica since dawn.

"Wait here for a moment, Blu." Helen pulled a chair, and asked her son to sit on it,"I'll prepare our breakfast."

Blu just nodded, then sits down as instructed by his mother...

The sound of the clinking clock, roaring the eardrum, suggests that the dining room was very quiet, no sound could block the clinking sound of the clock. Both Blu and his mother didn't speak at all. It's really a peaceful but also sad atmosphere. But fortunately, there is a small window that became the entrance of warm light along with the cool air. The sunlight became a guide for Helen who was looking for something on the sideboard near a refrigerator.

"Where I keep it..." Helen muttered, she reached into every corner, trying to reach something, "Ah, here it is..." her fingertips had touched something... without thinking twice, she immediately grabbed it and pulled it out. And that thing is... "Gosh, this is really dusty." a toaster that looked old and dusty.

The dust made her sneeze many times...

"Are you alright, mom?" Blu asked, sitting at the dining table,"You sneeze many times."

"Don't worry about your mother, son... I'm just *achoo*...!" her sneeze, interrupting her words, "I'm just allergic to *achoo*...! dust..." Helen then took a duster, covered her mouth and nose with her wings , and swung the duster many times towards the toaster. Even though she covered her mouth and her nose, she still sneezed many times, "Phew... finally shiny as new..."

"You don't need to bother to get the toaster clean. I'm fine having breakfast with bread only." Blu gave his attention to the efforts of his mother who had cleaned the toaster.

"It's fine... if we have breakfast with bread only, it doesn't taste right, does it?" replied his mother, Helen, carrying the cleaned toaster onto the dining table, "Okay, next is jam... If I'm not mistaken, I still keep chocolate jam in the fridge." then she turned back, and this time she walked towards the refrigerator and opened it.

The contents of the fridge were almost empty, it seemed their food supply was running low...

Helen once again spread her wings into the refrigerator and tried to find a jam she mentioned earlier, "Oh no... I ran out of jam." but her expression changed when she saw a milk box in the corner of the refrigerator, she immediately grabbed it and showed it to her son, "Look, Blu... I found your favorite drink."

Blu just smiled at his mother...

"But unfortunately, we ran out of jam..." she continued, informing him of the bad news.

"It's okay, mom... that's more than enough. A glass of milk and a piece of toast is enough to fill my stomach." Blu replied, smiling innocently.

"You're right..." Helen returned her son's smile.

Helen then walked to the dining table, and sat across the table, facing Blu. Two pieces of the remaining bread are put into the toaster by her son, while she poured the milk into two glasses. They, then, enjoyed their simple breakfast on this sunny day... even though it was more fitting to call it lunch rather than breakfast.

None of them spoke... mother and son ate solemnly for about fifteen minutes later, after there was no more food left on the square wooden table, Helen began a conversation that would soon change the life of her son...

"So, ready to read our script, Blu?" asked Helen, placing a stack of paper clipped with a paper clip on the dining table.

"I am..." Blu nodded, and did the exact same thing as his mother.

The relationship between a mother and her son is connected by a sheet of paper... by one complicated chapter with incoherent events and characters, the plot has unexpected paths, piercing words like knives, scenes that cannot be explained by any word contained in the dictionary of all languages in this world. Those scenes are all depicted in the heart that cannot speak, but have their own language... language that cannot be spoken using the mouth and tongue... wordplay that is impossible to solve even by a legendary novelist like Anicius G.

After half an hour, after a mother and her son exchanged their scripts... exchanged their feelings. Helen, who was reading her son's script, showed no reaction... her expression was almost empty, but her eyes showed something that would make her son, who was reading her script happily, shocked...

"Mom... what are you doing ?!" her son's face, Blu, saw it... saw something that happened right before his eyes, with a look on his face that no longer showed happiness like a few minutes ago, but a feeling of shock, and dismay, "Why did you do that?" he asked many times with his shaken face, but his mother didn't answered him because she was..., "Why did you rip my script?"

With Helen's wings full of scraps of paper, she pounded her wings to the dining table loudly, and suddenly yelled at her shaken son, "Why? You ask me why?! I'm the one who should ask that...! Why did you write such a bad chapter?!"

Like a bolt of lightning on this sunny day, the house that was previously deserted suddenly came a storm that grabbed the entire house...

Blu, who was still shaken, couldn't say anything, instead staring at his script which had become torn pieces of paper on the dining table with his wide opened eyes, and his half-gaping beak.

"The plot is not clear, the depiction of the character is too simple and less varied...! You are too focused on one character, and forget the other!" his mother, continued her scathing comment by yelling at him,"The length of the chapter is too short, and end too soon. Less intriguing conflict, less interesting to continue reading. The diction is really bad...! You should increase your vocabulary! Didn't I tell you to do it?! This script is not deserve for publication, and you still call yourself the son of Anicius G?!"

"I... I'm sorry, mom. I think I'm too tired when writing that part, because I don't sleep all night." Blu with a trembling body, and his sad face answered in a frightened tone.

"Tsk...! All night is not a short time, you know. How can you write such a bad chapter while you have a lot of time?!" his mother, constantly launching a shout against her son who lowered his face.

"I'm really sorry, mom. I'm so sorry..." Blu's tone began to decline, as if he lamented his mistake deeply.

"If you feel sorry, rewrite your script!" his mother grabbed the torn pieces of her son's script and threw it into his looked down face,"You can't eat dinner and sleep before you done with your script!"

"I understand, mom..." Blu replied in a weak tone, his surrender seemed so clear in his gaze that began to empty, staring at his mother's script in his left wing.

"Use my script as your reference material, then show me before sending your script to the editor!"

Blu only agrees to hear his mother's orders...

Words that pierced Blu's heart, were like spears... fresh blood flowed from his small chest... with a slow and heavy step, Blu walked away from the dining room, heading upstairs. His left wing still grasped his mother's script, while his right wing still gripped the remaining pieces of his script.

Once again, the atmosphere of the house was quiet again... after a storm in a sunny noon, the sound of the lake breeze whispering to Blu, who was now in his closed room. The lake view that completely unchanged was in front of his desk, a place where he used to write his broken script... the sun that starts to lean toward the western horizon creates a dazzling reflection of sunlight on the lake surface. It stabbed right into his blank eyes... therefore, he immediately closed the window with a black curtain and soon his room became dark... as his heart...

Blu put his mother's script on his desk, beside the remaining scraps of his script... sat on his chair, staring at two pieces of paper that have completely different forms, which were suddenly wet with his unstoppable tears... he couldn't say anything after an incident that was beyond his expectation, he only whispered one word to himself while staring at the two scripts which became wet due to his own tears...


Chapter 18 : Old Chapters Part 5, Broken Script


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"Why...?"

And done...

I know, I know... how could Blu's mother do that to her son? I told you, their relationship is a bit complicated in this story. But, Blu's mother won't do that without a good reason. You'll find out soon... very soon (I hope) her one good reason.

Besides, I want to tell you if we are almost at the end of Old Chapters, which means we can go back to the main plot very soon. If I'm not mistaken, the sixth part is the last part of Old Chapters. But unfortunately, I might take two weeks or more to get it done, I'm sorry guys, but I hope you can wait for it patiently...

Okay, thanks for stop by everyone... I hope you can enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you again soon...