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Mom, Papah?

Alea was dumbstruck, the smile that rose on her lips faded gradually. The laughter carried away three friends and one adorable teenager, lost out of nowhere. There, in the field right in front of the hut they were sitting, two figures of parents and one teenage girl were chatting while enjoying a cup of tea in front of each of them who was still smoking.

Babbles are also the laughter of those who sit with him, not at all caught the sense of hearing. The world seemed to be quiet, there were only three people sitting at a round table where their favorite time spent twilight.

His heart felt torn apart, their smiles so familiar and warm. Not like a smile on her. Siska pulled out a small pink box, and gave it to Nola with a loving smile.

Alea knew what it was, but she could not turn her face away from him. Nola received her gift cheerfully, she did not even hesitate to open it in front of them. A small pink diamond bobble necklace successfully made Nola prancing cheerfully.

However, in contrast to Alea, her tears fell profusely. The necklace, was the one she wanted for her seventeenth birthday yesterday, but Siska and Prasetyo refused to buy it and now it was Nola who got the thing.

"This is not fair! This is not fair! You just want him, you don't want me at all! You guys are bad, you bad parents!" lirih Alea, her lips twitched wanting to cry loudly.

Tears stream, sucked and spread in the chest. Alea stepped slowly, heart intent wanting to approach them. However, whatever the force, both feet were suddenly fixated on the spot when a tall handsome young man came with a bunch of flowers in hand.

"Dio! Why is he there?" murmured Alea, his heart was too unrelenting to wait for the incredible shock of stabbing.

His tears flowed more and more, seeing the tall man handing the flower in his hand to Nola. Again the teenager prancing happily even without hesitation hugging his sister's lover.

"You ... why?" Alea sobbing.

He held his chest that was rumbling violently, tightness felt against the heart. The pain given by them crushed the hope in him. Alea was completely crushed, there was no longer any desire to gather with them.

His world had been forcibly snatched away, dying was the most efficacious remedy for the pain his heart was in right now. Alea wiped away the tears, but it still fell and made her even more sick. He shook his head hoping it was all an illusion.

In fact, none of them cared. He was cast out, thrown out of his own life. The longer the shocks on his shoulders got stronger, the more sorrowful his sobs sounded.

"You're evil! You're all bad! I can't accept you guys being happy, I want you guys to be as sick as I am! I ... I ...." Alea fell over a green patch of grass.

His fingers squeezed the grass until some strands were pulled. The ground of the field filled up his long nails, though the pain he continued to endure. The blood begins to seep from the flesh separated forcibly with the nails.

Alea did not care, the pain was not as painful as his heart felt.

"If there's a better life than this, I. I don't want to live in the same world as them. I hate them!" his roar while pounding the ground of the field firmly.

"YAHHHH!"

His head turned against the thundering sky, the white clouds turned gray. Just as his black heart was filled with resentment and hatred.

"I HATE THEM!"

Thunderbolts struck, lightning streaks filled the entire universe. Alea's roar shook the sky dwellers, the speck of rain fell as if the sky was crying along. He didn't care, just sat there with his heart.

"I DON'T THINK THEY'RE HAPPY! I WANT THEM ALL TO SUFFER!" he shouted again strongly.

Alea again bowed down to tears and sweat mingled with the water that descended from the sky. Thunder struck each other earthly, the rain increasingly pouring down on the earth. His crying never subsided, he screamed in the rain. No matter who will hear.

Before long two foreign hands he felt landed on both shoulders. Alea looked up, glancing alternately at the two figures he had never seen before.

"To-please! To-long me! Please!" said Alea resting at the foot of one of them.

The gentle sweep touched his head, a warm feeling that he so desired for now.

"Follow with us, you must be happy. Come on, hang out again in our village there'll be a party. There are lots of treats, good food, good clothes. There's the Princess' crown as well that you can use," the person asked as he crouched down before Alea.

He smiled mysteriously, his hands touching coldly as they touched Alea's skin. The girl was stunned, staring deeply at the misty bead belonging to the woman in front of her. No lies, he nodded again.

Alea held both hands while standing without saying a word. Tears receded on their own, feet began to step in the footsteps of the woman. Where are they taking Alea? To be sure, they would free the girl from the pain that plagued her heart.

The fragile soul lost its grip. Hope that revives the heart, is no longer felt. There is only emptiness and emptiness that fills it, desolate and silent unhappiness. Only one tree continued to flourish, the tree of vengeance was shady in his heart.

"Where are we going?" asked Alea lirih.

"You'll know soon enough" he replied mysteriously.

The three continued walking away from their original place. The sound of the drum pots was also a high-singing sinden canticle, filling the empty space in his ears. A gate made of wood carvings with strange carvings stands tall before him now.

Like a village in colossal films, everything before his eyes now seems to go back in time. Their clothes, the hairstyles of the women who were embraced, the kemben and the array that covered their bodies, were typical of the civilization before the modern era.

"Where is this?" asked Alea confusedly.

However, before being answered, a sepuh woman who still looked fresh despite the wrinkles adorning her father's face appeared from inside the gate. His lips formed a warm shade, instantly making Alea's heart warm up.

The girl still looked confused, she did not know where she was now. The atmosphere and state of his people were very different from the place where he lived. There are a lot of janur installed, it looks like there will be a party in the village.

The two people who had brought her down earlier lowered their heads, their grip on Alea's hand loosened. The two stepped back and stood behind the girl. Alea glanced at the two, feeling strange and confused, but she didn't care much about any of it.

"Welcome to Gantarawang village, my son!"