
Prangs!!
The sound of clear glass glass falling onto the floor makes the atmosphere even more tense.
"You brat! How dare!" a woman in her thirties who was in black was shouting while slapping the five-year-old boy.
The boy was unfortunately unable to fight back at all, he could only be bowed down to shed tears on his reddened side cheeks from the painful slap.
"Here you! You useless child!" the woman grabbed the boy without any pity at all in her cold heart like a lump of ice, and forced the boy to follow in her footsteps.
"Although ma..., sick.." beg him with a mouthful. But unfortunately, it did not work at all against the cruel woman.
"Shut up! Don't talk about you too much!" snarled the woman with a high tone of voice. "I'm sick of seeing your shit*n face every day!"
Finally after a while, the jambukan that made the boy grimace in pain due to the pain felt by his scalp, the, the cruel woman let go and threw the boy into a dirty and dark warehouse.
"Ma.. Tian please don't lock Tian up again mah..!" his sobbing returned while hugging the woman's legs. He was really scared to go back to being locked up in this very dark warehouse.
Unaccepting, she let go of the boy's embrace violently, until the boy bounced slightly to the floor covered in countless dust.
The woman spit on the boy's face, "Remember yes, the son of the unlucky bearer. I am not your mother! You're just my stepdaughter who deserves to be tortured! Don't you ever call me by mama's call again, don't you?!"
Again, only the head that was subdued could the boy do. He was too afraid, to open his voice and fight the words of his stepmother.
Only the tears that had become his constant companion showed how scared and hurt his fragile little heart was.
The woman screeched, "The son of an unlucky bearer!" he then closed the door of the barn tightly and tightly, then locked it so that the boy could not get out.
Now there is no light at all in the dirty room, only darkness and dust that fill.
The fear is now more and more so then gnawing and controlling the fateful poor boy.
He hugged his knees while shedding a roaring cry that could not be contained, he was afraid, very afraid.
In the darkness that filled the entire room, only the shadow of her mother smiling could she see.
"Mama... Tian scared...!"
"Mama... keluarin Tian from here...!"
"Tian's scared!"
"Well!" I just sat down and my eyelids popped open because of that damn dream! More precisely the memories that I have been trying to bury deeply for a long time.
"Hah.hah.." I covered part of my face with my palm, my breath gasping with cold sweat that soaked and adorned my handsome face.
And when I turned my head, I just realized there was a girl who was surprised, right next to me. With a confused expression that was printed clearly on his face and his mouth that was slightly agape.
It makes me want to smile, but it doesn't show up in my face.
"L-lo isn't papa? You see lo ngigau daritadi." he said while looking to neutralize his shocked facial expression.
Remembering those old memories again makes me sick and disgusted, the woman who is more than a demon that not only haunts my childhood, but until now.
And, that woman not only hurt me physically, but also my mental and inner self.
Never mind, you also do not want to hear the sad and disgusting story like this, right?
I answered a question that came from his lips. "Gue is not papa," I replied in a flat tone as usual.
"Oh.." he was just oh ria with a swallow even almost drowned.
"Btw, what time is it?" ask me because I don't know how many seconds I've missed to look at those memories.
"Udah's almost seven o'clock mallem,"
"Daritadi you wait for me?" for some reason, the question suddenly came out of my vocal cords.
He seemed to be thinking, I don't know what he was thinking. Can't such a question be answered without thinking?
"No, I was just here. Giselle who daritadi waiting for you," he replied while taking his eyes off me. Which doesn't make me happy at all.
That's not the answer I want to hear from his lips.
"Oh." Just that short word that I can get out, I don't intend anymore even just to make a sound.
My bad mood is now getting worse, like it is impossible to find the girl who has always been my heart.
Even when I was in this state, he didn't seem to care at all.
Is that such a jerk in my eyes?
Do I hate her so much, is she the same as me?
Huh... I'm like a person**** who confesses to useless things.
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Catherine Pov's
Did I ask you directly about the contact?
But immediately the appearance of such a thing is the same as people who just woke up when sick, is not it a bit too pushy?
What's more, he's waking up from a nightmare. Isn't that a little unnatural?
Mending I think of a plan for tomorrow.
"Lo's better?" ask me. He just glanced at me for a moment, then took his eyes off me.
His gaze looked a little uncomfortable. Is it because of the nightmare? Or something else?
Why am I always curious about him lately?!
Self-conscious about Catherine! Control your feelings!
"Yes," he replied flatly and briefly, which made me not feel good continuing this conversation.
But I have to keep doing it!
"Lo's busy tomorrow?" ask me to try as calmly as possible to look cool.
"Gue is always busy" he said, but it looks more like a snap to me. And, somehow my chest is claustrophobic hearing it.
"For one day, can you not spare your time? I want to take you somewhere, in return for what I said at the time," I tried to persuade him. And unexpectedly it turns out that the guy immediately accepted it.
"Yes,"
His agreeable sentence at least made me a little calm, because it fit like plan, and went smooth, as smooth as my skin.
Okay, just wait for the next plan tomorrow.
Hope it goes well.
...°°°...
As he said yesterday to the girl, he will go to the place where the girl has given his address.
Honestly, he felt a little happy when the girl took the initiative to take him somewhere.
However, to Sebastian's surprise, did the girl bother to give an address, but it would be easier if you went alone?
I don't know, he'll never know and understand what the girl is thinking.
Even the girl had left first so that she was forced to go alone.
Huh. never mind. Instead of getting lost in endless confusion, he better go and see where the girl took him.
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After following the directions from his phone, Sebastian arrived at his destination. This place is just a cafe.
Not wanting to waste time, with quick steps he entered the place.
He spread his gaze around as soon as he stepped foot into the building.
Like a cafe in general, but with a little different decoration. The decorations look a little more romantic?
But he did not pay much attention to it, because what was important for him now was to find the whereabouts of the girl he was currently looking for.
He had been looking carefully for the girl's whereabouts, but she was nowhere.
"Lex!"
There was a familiar voice call in his hearing, but it was not the owner of the voice that he was looking for.
At first he behaved indifferently, but as the girl continued to call out to him, he made himself inevitably have to approach the girl.
Sebastian was sitting in the chair in front of the girl, and he did not want to mince words and immediately asked where the girl he was looking for was.
"Lo have a look at Catherine?" tanyakanya.
The girl seemed to be thinking. "She went to the toilet, but she hasn't been back and forth for almost half an hour" Giselle said.
Sebastian's face, which initially looked a little bright and cheerful, now drastically changed inversely from before.
"Oh yeah, btw you got sick yesterday, right? Sorry, I did take your jengukin yesterday, but can't help you ngerawat lo because I have business yesterday,"
Sebastian raised his brow confused while folding both his hands in front of his chest.
Didn't the girl say that Giselle had been taking care of her and waiting for her when she was sick?
"Aren't you the one who caught me?" ask her.
Giselle also put on a confused look, "Where is it possible, my man yesterday went straight home to help my mother,"
Sebastian is getting confused, why did the girl lie to him? And why would he do such a thing? Knock-ah.
It's definitely because of that again.
Why hadn't he thought of this before? How dare the girl lie to herself, making herself even more fed up.
Enough of all this shit.