Alex Mafia's

chapter;9

alek stepped on his tiptoe slowly toward the door of the living room and then pinned his ear on the door leaf.

His body increased to raise his body to see who was knocking.

Trying to reach the magnifying glass hole in the door, the hole

it was too high for him.

Thirty more stops to reach the door.

alek rushed to pick up a wooden chair made from a pine tree that belonged to his father.

The chair was quite heavy but he still tried to drag her slowly then up the chair.

From the top of Alek's eye chair began to peek at the glass hole

the magnifier on the door leaf.

"Who's out there?" ask in his heart."Haaah??" He was so shocked that he almost fell down in surprise. It was like seeing a ghost.

His body immediately squatted on top of that wooden chair. He covered his face with both hands.

As if he did not want to see the figure behind the door.

Alek's face was suddenly pale white, both of his hands were cold, his body was trembling.

"alek!" whispered the man from outside

doorway.

It was his father, knocking and calling him from behind the living room door.

"How did he get out of that barn?" tanyanya's confused.

Very quaint...

"Who helped him get out of there ?" thought.

Czechoslovak... Michael hurried open the doorknob and opened it and it opened a little.

alek just realized that from earlier he had not locked the door.

Immediately pushed the door

quickly and with all his might he locked the door.

Fortunately, not yet.

be late.

Doook... Michael knocked hard on the door and Kkek's two hands grabbed the wooden chair and pushed it into the doorknob.

He held the doorknob with the seat handle.

The door handle could not move anymore even though it was opened from the outside because it was held back by a wooden chair.

I realized that Michael

can't wait he's angry.

BRAAAK... BRAKKKKKK, broke down the door as hard as possible to make alek more frightened.

it's true that voice is

the sound of breaking the door very loudly and with all his might.

Like a person who was afraid of Michael trying to break the door violently from the outside.

He is full of anger, revenge.

alek was like in a dream.

It was like watching a horror movie, but he also realized that this was not the movie he was watching.

This terrible and terrible thing had actually happened to him at this moment.

he's feeling fucked, upset,

confused, frightened..

All the flavors mixed into one.

Ten year old boy

it's still so small to experience something bad like this.

The father who was supposed to protect himself did the opposite. He terrorized her and did something terrible to her.

BRAAAK... BRAKKKKKK. He broke down the door again until his son was surprised and fell down with a position sitting on the floor.

The wooden chair fell off, the door hinge was broken apart from his bolt bolt.

Then the door collapsed and broke irregularly.

The door that had been solid was successfully knocked down by his father.

alek pasrah's.

He was weak his body was tired, already powerless anymore to escape. That little guy

Deliberately silent as if no longer willing to save himself from the terror of his father.

"Dad.." he whispered, "I give up, I'm not strong anymore!" said pasrah.

staring at his father

His eyes were glaring while having a very tall, large and stocky body.

He currently exists

in front of him..

alek did not blink, his gaze blankly then began to cry even without tears dripping down.

Running was also impossible, because the position of Alek was very close to his father.

The big tall Michael then approached his frightened son with

anger in his chest. His right hand was broken, wrapped and tied with a cloth and then carried.

Out of nowhere he obtained the cloth to tie the broken hand.

Shortly after his left hand swung at Alek's hair, Michael grabbed his son's hair back to the little man's face

he brought her closer to his face.

That close, though,...

alek closed his eyes, a sign that he was terrified.

"Open your eyes, little boy!"

his orders.

the frightened Alek opened his eyes slightly to peek, slightly opening his eyelids.

"Bukaaaa.." cried Michael with annoyance.

When Michael's son opened his eyes, his eyes were empty.

alek was still looking the other way, he still did not dare

look at his father's eyes.

"Look at me!!" michael shouted furiously while pulling his son's hair.

"It hurts dad!" erang

alek wishes his father had taken off his trap, he was forced to look at his father's two spooky eyes, a monstrous figure that never made him comfortable from childhood.

By trying to dare himself, Alek looked at his father's eyes slowly.

"Dad.." call him soft, "may I ask?"

Michael who was shocked to see the courage of his son, and

suddenly laughing, "Hahahhahah..."

"What do you want to ask?" continued.

His voice became stained with bricks, and Alek began to raise his question to Michael, "Why are you being mean to me, Dad?" ask alek innocently. "What's my fault?" ask again.

His father's eyes bulged, he looked at Alek sharply.

"I've never liked you" said Michael

with a cynical look in the eyes.

"Why?" ask alek.

"Because you're not my real son!" michael replied loudly, "You ruined my life and my love for Mary." Hysterical shouting.

As the heart-wrenching words came out of Michael's mouth, Michael's left hand

starting to swing, he let go of his son's hair grip and then slammed the alek onto the floor.

Brakkk....

What a savage that man. He threw alek hard on the floor of the house.

"Aduuuuh.." lamented the poor boy in pain.

Luckily the floor of the house was made of wood, its body

fell but was not injured.

In his brain, if only the floor was made of marble, he would die.

"Oh.." alek again groaned in pain while touching his feet that landed first.

His scalp feels hot, his hair is sore and his head is dizzy he is in pain because he is

Pledged by his father very hard.

His body that collided with the floor was painful as if beaten.

"Haah??" alek began to remember his father's reason for him and he was surprised, his face full of question marks.

"Is that what you're saying??" ask in your heart,

"I didn't hear wrong, did I ?" he asked again, "How can I not be your real son?"

Alek's mouth did not stop asking, he continued to launch all his questions to Michael, the father who gave him answers that had broken his heart.

Michael sneered, his lips smiling wryly towards his son, "It's not me who should answer your question!" say it again,

"If you want to know the truth, you just ask your mother!"

"Ta. but!" alek stammered, he was completely unprepared for his father's answer.

"It's not me who should

take responsibility for yourself!" ketus Michael, with yelling and alek still do not believe,

"Who is my father ?"

ask her with the rest of the courage she has.

Of course Michael was angry to hear his son's question so he went back to grab the little guy's hair and said, "You're HARAM boy!!" his yell.

Suddenly tears dripped by themselves from the two eyes of Alek, he did not believe, he did not believe,

"Say this is all just your lie, Dad!!"

Hearing those words, Michael laughed very loudly making the question in Alek's heart grow.

"You're not really telling me the truth, are you??" repeat alek with a witty.

"Basic fool!!" sah

Michael, "Just ask your mother, she's not a good woman."

"Really?"

"He's having an affair, you sinful woman!!" michael shouted with a tight chest.

Again his grip on the alek's hair was removed and smashed onto the wooden floor.

Alek's body fell down and his tears dripped even more, Alek cried.

not because of the pain, the feeling was no longer felt.

The pain that really hurts is because he knows the truth that he's not Michael's son

His breathing was tight, as though the less oxygen he was breathing. His neck was suffocating and his chest could not accept his father's words.

With chest gasping her left hand holding her chest, her right hand reaching toward Michael like asking for help, she was unable to breathe...

He was shocked and woke up from his dream.