Beautiful In Dark

p r o l o g

Do you believe in power?

Do you want to live in a fantasy world?

If the answer is yes, then you should know a Lita.

Born physically normal, but some make Lita different from ordinary humans. No, not just Lita, but her predecessors as well. His mother, his grandmother, his great-grandmother and those who lived before him.

This power is hereditary. It cannot be avoided, it cannot be eliminated either. Inevitably, Lita must accept it while living her life.

"Sister, the carrot is five thousand huh," Lita told a man older than her, about 16.

"Okay," replied the man.

Lita was given the confidence to buy carrots by her mother. He went to a store that had become his subscription. Usually, Ms. Ima who serves in this store, but this time is different, maybe Ms. Ima is having business.

"Now" said the man, propping a bag of carrot-filled crackles in front of Lita.

Because Lita was afraid, she picked it up without causing any physical contact with the man. When he was about to pay, thrusting the money, his hand was accidentally touched by the man until he could read.

Lita closed her eyes, as her strength began to work.

In a dark room that looks uninhabited and unkempt, there is a man whistling a broomstick. She was lashing out at a little child who kept screaming in pain, Lita frowned in horror.

Because the time of physical contact is only a few seconds, the shadow about the terrible event disappears simultaneously when the physical contact ends.

Lita shook her head, tried hard and acted as if nothing had happened, knowing nothing. When the man finally offered his change, Lita hurriedly stepped away after picking it up. The man saw her astonished, but did not think for long about Lita.

Arriving on the road to his house, sweat began to pour out from his body. Her hands were white and when she got home, she was worried to see her son so pale.

Mother immediately cupped Lita's face with her warm hands, looking at her worriedly. "Why are you, Lita?"

"Everything's fine, Lita. There's Mom, Son. There's Mom." The mother stroked the hair of her eight-year-old son fondly.

"Mother ... Sister who is in the store Ms. Ima evil. He beat up a little boy, Mom. Lita was afraid," Lita's story interrupted her crying. His voice was very slow and full of fear.

His mother's eyes widened. How could this little boy have witnessed the cruel actions of others? Mother felt, she also had advantages like her son. How painful it is, how difficult it is, how distressed it is to be ordinary when we have known the ugliness of others.

"This strength, it scares you, makes you sad, makes you hard." Mother took off her embrace and looked at Lita with a wide soothing smile. Mother's soft hands wiped Lita's tears until she stopped crying and hiccupped. "But you have to believe, this strength of yours there is a time that can be useful. You can do good with this power."

Lita frowned in disbelief. "Really, Mom?"

Mother nodded while laughing crisply. "Mom sure."

Finally, a bright smile rose on Lita's face. The boy nodded happily and hugged his mother tightly as if he did not want to lose.

"If you're with Mom, Lita's not afraid anymore." Lita closed her eyes, earnestly speaking. "Lita hope you never leave."

Mom laughed feeling funny. He returned his son's embrace equally tightly, channeling his earnest affection.

"Mom won't stay with you, Lita."

Lies.

Those words were finally melted unceasingly. It was very painful for Lita, when in the end, 6 years later, Mom left her. Really left. Mom will never come back.

He was picked up by his creator.

Until there is a journey of life full of fear for Lita to live.

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