Prologue

"Who are you courting, Andro?" His father's bass voice interrupted the young man entering the house.

He looked at his father, who seemed so intimidating right now. Not because of anything, but the man did not want to see the figure he hated the most. Only this time, the man with his father's status questioned his situation.

"So what? You never cared about me before," said the man, staring intently at his father, who has a similar face to him.

He hated having to see a face that, unfortunately, he couldn't change shape of that damned face. He chose to go past his father without being polite. He was used to it.

"You can approach any girl, be it a noble or a prostitute. However, don't you continue your relationship with that girl, ?"

Tu-tump!

The man turned to stare intently, briefly showing a sharp blade ready to slash anyone it touched with its sword.

His hands hanging at his sides were already tightly clenched. The corners of his lips pulled up, forming a thin, flat lip line. His eyes were clouded with all the anger that was building up.

"It's none of your business who I'm with! You haven't even noticed me before!" shouted the man loudly and full of burning vengeance.

"She is your sister, Andromeda!!" The man with the lines on his face that showed his age retorted with a snarl to his son.

Ba bump!

***

Gasp!

"Hah!!! Hah!!!" The breath of a girl who had just woken up from her nightmare was so loud it blew away other air particles.

Her body was shaken as the sweat dripped profusely, produced from the surface of her skin cells at this time. The air conditioner was blowing cold air at her even more, but it still didn't take away the trembling of fear in his body.

Brzzttt ... brzzzt ...

Her cell phone was already vibrating on the nightstand, displaying a flashing backlight. Then the girl slipped her finger into her thick strands of hair. Pulled and combed it for a while, then took her cell phone.

One contact name is displayed. Mama.

Her thumb moved to the right, sliding the green icon and pressing the flat object to her left ear.

"Hello, Ma … what's wrong?" she asked, rising from her bed.

Creek!

She opened the curtains that blocked the light from entering the room at this time.

"Where are you? So you want to go to Victoria, Moon?" asked the mother, who had a soothing voice.

Calls pinned by the mother are always called by the woman herself.

"Yes, Ma ... I am please go to Melbourne. Mama doesn't tell me to stay here ...."

For a moment, the atmosphere became silent. Moon or who is usually called Moon by her mother, was standing facing the window and staring at the soft sunlight at this time. She always admired the sun that was showing itself behind the white clouds of this winter.

"Well, Mama can't keep you here either. As long as you're doing well there, aren't you?" the message of the mother who was worried about her only daughter.

More or less, they exchanged messages before parting.

Moon herself had ended her call with her mother. She had already tidied up all her clothes and necessities to move to Victoria again. She was born of Australian descent but lived in the Netherlands during her lifetime. Several times visiting her home country, she decided to stay there.

She looked down at her thesis, which she was proud of. How she struggled to get a bachelor's degree which is not easy in this European country. Her hand rubbed the cover of her thesis, glanced at the title, and immediately put it in the suitcase.

The sound of music playing sweetly filled flat his small. The song from the famous legendary band Simple Plan sings Welcome to My Life.

She even sang along while continuing to pack before leaving this comfortable place.

Everything will change after this. Maybe she won't feel winter every day.

The window that opened showed a street view filled with a stretch of stunning white grains, refined grains crystallized and very cold when they touched the surface of the palm of her hand.

She inhaled the oxygen that was so full around her. Cold but...

Moon dragged her suitcase out of the flat, her current. She then turned around, closed the door, and locked it.

"Vaarwel schat .... "1

the building and put it in the trunk of her car.

***

"You don't want to eat first, Moon?" Esmee offered while embracing her daughter warmly.

"I've already eaten Mam ...," said Moon at this time.

Esmee could only sigh at this moment. She had not lived with her daughter for a long time since her daughter was in high school. Moreover, Moon is not close to her stepfather. He only married when her daughter was 16 years old or when Moon was in high school.

"Als just daar hulp nodig great, vertel het and aan Papa?" 2 asked the man who became Esmee's husband who was of Dutch blood.

Moon chuckled hearing that. She was unfamiliar with her stepfather, but her stepfather became the man who stood in front of her, helping her and defending her.

Moon hugged Marje, her father, tightly. Her father's witty voice always sounded cheerful.

"I love you all ... I'm leaving, okay?" she said goodbye while kissing her parents' cheeks alternately.

Esmee could only stare at her daughter, who had entered the Amsterdam airport at this time. She let go of Moon sadly.

"It's okay. We'll see her later," Marje comforted his wife.

***

Moon entered the plane bound for Melbourne. It will take 14 hours. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes calmly. Soon, her life will change.

'Tot ziens Nederlands,' 3 she thought as her eyes fell on the country where her mother lived.

Moon's life is too ordinary and follows her mother's upbringing, who has an eastern culture. She had buried her past as the plane took off. Her heart and body will be in a new place and open up new memories.

***

"This is your house," said the taxi driver who took her.

"Thank you, sir?" said Moon while giving the fare to the driver.

She got up and entered the tiny house her father had bought her. Moon has to thank Marje, the man who has always been kind to her even though she is still keeping her distance at the moment. After eight years of her mother's second marriage.

Immediately Moon looked for a bed. Jetlag she felt made her head spin, and she chose to sleep.

1. Goodbye, honey.

2. If there's anything there, tell Dad, okay?

3. Goodbye, Holland.