Blue-Winged Fairy

Ding dong–! Ding dong–!

The bell rang impatiently. Vina, who was reading a comic while crossing her legs on the living room sofa, grumbled and shouted, “May! Open the door!”

Once Maya came in hurriedly, Vina hissed in annoyance. “Are you deaf! Can’t you hear that the bell rang? Do I need to call you before you notice it?”

While holding a spatula, Maya quickly ran outside to open the gate. In front of her was a handsome-looking young man who was carrying a big backpack on his shoulder. The youngster was wearing a woolen hat–like a rapper–and his T-shirt clung tightly to his scrawny body. 

“Is this Mrs. Rini’s house?” he asked coldly.

Maya opened the gate. “Mr. Yoga? Mrs. Rini had informed earlier me that Mr. Yoga will be coming.”

“Just Yoga is fine.” The indifferent young man entered the house without looking at his surroundings.

Maya looked at Yoga’s figure from behind. She heard that this young man was studying in a nearby university; the university was only about ten minutes walking distance from here. Yoga was the second renter after Lintang, who was found by Rini–Maya’s stepmother–with much difficulty. Nowadays, not many people like to rent a room from an actual house. Most people prefer studio apartments that are more private; there is no need for them to face other tenants who are practically strangers.

Actually, their family also felt restless living with strangers, but it couldn’t be helped. They didn’t have a choice. Money is a bit tight currently.

Maya ran in small steps passing Yoga who was walking leisurely with swaying hips like a coverboy. In the living room, Vina stood up embarrassedly once she saw a handsome young man enter. Vina must not have thought that the person named Yoga would be this handsome, thought Maya.

“Uh, did you just arrive?” said Vina awkwardly. She extended her hand towards Yoga who shook her hand reluctantly. “My name is Vina.”

“Which one is my room?” Yoga replied flatly.

Vina immediately pouted. She pointed towards Maya.

“If it’s about room, just ask her. I don’t take care of that kind of stuff.”

Maya immediately took over. “Just follow me, sir. This way.”

They passed the quite spacious living room and entered the side hallway. This house that was left behind by Vina’s grandfather contained four bedrooms. Previously, Maya slept in her own bedroom and there was one spare bedroom. But recently she was told to sleep in the same room as Vina and the other two rooms were rented out.

The first room was rented out to a twenty-four-years-old office lady named Lintang, and the second room was rented out to Yoga.

In the side hallway, they passed a room that had paper stuck to its door. On the paper was a writing: LINTANG’S ROOM–ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. The room next to it was Yoga’s.

Maya opened the bedroom. This was previously her room, and she missed the garden view that could be seen from its window. But what could she do, this room is now someone else’s.

The room looked neat and the smell of mothballs from the clean bed sheet entered Maya’s nose. She just cleaned this room earlier this morning.

“This is the room, sir. I will send breakfast here in the morning and take the dirty laundry. The clean clothes will be sent to you in the evening. If the door is locked, I will put sir’s clothes over there.” Maya pointed to the shelf in front of the room. “Oh right, sir’s dirty clothes can be put here too if sir would not like to be woken up early in the morning.”

“Oh okay,” Yoga answered quickly. He looked outside the window in a daze, seeming to not pay attention to Maya’s instructions.

“If so, I will also leave the breakfast on the shelf. Uhm… if there is something else, feel free to call me.”

Maya left the room. Yoga seemed to come back to his senses.

“Uh, what is your name?” he called.

Maya turned around then extended her hand. “My name is Maya.”

Yoga received Maya’s hand, holding her slender hand.

As she shook Yoga’s hand, a flash of image came to Maya’s mind. 

Whack! Something flew and hit that youngster’s forehead and caused it to bleed.

“Get away from here! Mommy doesn’t want to take care of you anymore!”

Sound of crying.

“Don’t cry anymore! A man shouldn’t cry so easily!”

The image dispersed when Yoga pulled back his hand. Maya was startled. Her body felt limp.

“What’s the matter?” asked Yoga.

Who is that young man? Is it Yoga? Is that woman his mother? How could his mother be so cruel? Maya thought in her heart. Could it be that this man’s indifferent behavior is due to his mother?

“Maya…! Maya…?!”

Maya was startled again. “Eh… oh, Mr. Yoga…”

“I told you already, just Yoga is fine.”

“Yoga, uh… I… I will return first.”

“Okay. If I don’t understand something, I will look for you.”

Maya quickly went out of the room. Yoga could only be in a daze.

“Weird girl.” He snorted.