492 LONG TIME NO SEE, SENJA (1/2)

Senja opened her eyes slowly and turned off the alarm before it went off. She heaved a deep breath before she got off from her bed. Put her foot in front of her another foot, taking her step slowly.

The cold knob of her bathroom door reminded her that she woke up too early for a shower. But, the truth was, she didn't wake up too early, she didn't even have asleep to wake up.

Senja stripped her night gown while looking at the mirror. She was gathering her hair in one side of her body and turning her shoulder slightly to see her tattoo that adorned her right shoulder. It was three red leaves tattoo, the sign of the Black Sword Clan family member.

She got this not because she was one of their clan family, but she got this because of Grandma Riana told her to have one in her twentieth birthday, three years ago.

Grandma Riana was very adamant for her to have this type of tattoo and she couldn't refuse her plea. The things that she didn't know, this tattoo held a deeper meaning rather than only a mere art or a gift for her birthday.

Grandma Riana had planned all of this for so long.

If she had planned all of that from the beginning, she must have known the answer of her questions. She was the key of the swarm queries in her mind right now.

But she died.

She died five hours ago. Leaving Senja by her own to feed her wonder, marveling over questions with the beginning of; why?

Why me?

The girl raised her head and gazed at the dark brown eyes' girl who was staring right back at her on the mirror. The girl on the mirror looked very weak and dispirited, as if the hollow in her heart started to consume her. Her black hair draped in front of her chest to cover her nudity.

She walked straight to the shower and turned the faucet, Senja let her body soak under the mercy of the cold water. Hoping it could also wash away her tiredness and agony.

The only hope and the only person that could give an answer for her pile of question have gone. She has gone forever.

The information that Lee conveyed last night made her faith crumbled. She had high expectations and hopes when her mother wanted to help her, but fell apart when Lee told the news.

It felt like someone had pushed her into the dark abyss. Without grandma Riana where she supposed to find her answer?

Senja rubbed her face and turned off the faucet, she squeezed a bottle of soap and rubbed over her body.

She looked at the tattoo on her left palm which peeked between the soft bubbles. The constant reminder of him.

She showered quickly, brushed her teeth, and wore her bathrobe before she entered her room to choose black attire that fit for the funeral.

Her mother ordered Lee to find the location of grandma Riana funeral that Senja thought it was a waste of time. But, she insisted and no one could say the otherwise when she was acting like that.

Thus, here she was, wearing a black shirt with black jacket that she could find and completed it with black jeans.

It took her some times to find black color in her closet, she usually appear so bright and colorful, so black wasn't an option of her style. However now, she felt so comfy with this color, it represented her well.