Chandanas

The Home of Light

"It's still far?" Kiran asked again.

It has been two hours since we started the journey after taking a break some time ago. Since then, everything has looked the same. As far as the eye can see only the towering trees and almost all.

With a small smile that might make Kiran feel a little better, I said, "A little later."

Kiran nodded slowly. He looks exhausted.

We continued our journey in small, relaxed steps. Although we are aware that we are not yet completely safe, but it seems that Edy is no longer pursuing. Besides, it's night. Edy will probably consider it and just move combing the forest the next day when the conditions are more favorable for him.

Of course, at night like this, we are the ones who benefit. It was easy for us to hide in the dark of the night, easy for us to trap or catch Edy because he would have trouble seeing around. Conversely, when the sun is in the sky and shines on the earth, we will be greatly harmed. Catching us would be as easy as catching a forest rabbit for Edy. For that, at least tonight we can relax a little and rest enough so that whatever happens tomorrow we can go through well.

Along the way, we talked lightly. Sometimes helping each other and holding each other when it has to go through the streets that are less friendly. At that time I just knew that walking far too far would not feel tired if anyone accompanied. Tired or sore as if disguised just like that because we are busy chatting and joking along the way. Unknowingly, we reached that place. This is my favorite place to visit every time I come to this forest. A place full of happy memories.

"Until."

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"Woaahh waaaww! What place is this?" Kiran exclaimed in admiration. His expression between joy and disbelief saw the triangular building that now stands firmly in front of him.

"The Home of Light."

"At that time my father and I were looking for butterflies in the forest, we did not realize that we had walked far away and the day was getting dark. On the way home, it started at night. Back then, in this place, there were countless fireflies. Fireflies could not be seen anywhere on the other side of the forest, even in the cabin. Because I look very happy and happy to see the fireflies, my father began to invite me here often. But because of the distance, it is not uncommon for us to return to the cabin in conditions that are too late. So, I built this place. Every time I want to see a firefly, we come here and spend the night. It was only in the morning that we went back to the cabin" I told him in a bit of glass.

To this day, I feel that my past when my mother was still there feels very beautiful and happy. It feels like a beautiful fairy tale that even I myself am not sure if it really exists and is really real or just a dream and a sleeping flower of a little girl with a poor life and messier. However, after seeing this place of fate standing here firmly, I proudly say that everything is real. That all my happiness in the past was not just a good dream.

Seeing me teary-eyed made Kiran feel sad. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly, "Everything will be fine. Someday, we'll come back here in a much better state than this. Don't be sad, yeah."

I nodded slowly, then followed him which led me to enter the triangle-shaped house.

To be honest, this place is not very big. Father built it with the help of some workers around with the consideration that this place would only be a short stopover and a place to sleep. Therefore, I only built one room that was quite large on the second floor, a bathroom on the lower floor, and a small kitchen in the back corner of the house. The rest, in the form of a relaxed and minimalist living room.

We went inside the house. The electricity's still on. The condition is still quite clean even though some places look quite dusty. Most likely the cabin nurse mother also cleaned and cared for this place occasionally, only maybe the frequency was not as often as she cared for and cleaned the main cabin.

"The room is just one, right? I would sleep under it, if so," Kiran said after we finished touring.

"You sleep here, I sleep below."

Kiran raised her next eyebrow with an expression of disbelief, "Et et. No doubt you are, yakali I slept on a soft mattress and a blanket while you were bitten by a forest mosquito down there."

"Anyways, you sleep here. If there's anything, call me downstairs. Judekah. Good night Chandana," Kiran rubbed the top of my head gently, then walked out of the room before she stopped next to the light switch, "You're turned off?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head quickly and replied, "Don't! I don't sleep without a lamp."

Kiran nodded then walked away and closed the door.

I sighed softly while slamming myself onto a minimalist mattress that was almost shorter than my body length. Of course, how many years had passed since father built this place.

Right, speaking of father, how is father now? What is he doing right now? Is Dad better than before?

I was completely unaware that danger was near us until the moment I knew everything on that day.

It was the happiest night and it was terrible for me. After spending the whole day with Kiran with our last destination which was Kiran's father's office rooftop, for the first time I dared to allow Kiran to drive me home. At that time, I felt very happy. I even cried in Kiran's arms because of her happy cupping. Therefore, I asked Kiran to immediately drive me home so that my happiness that night was not felt alone. So that I can share it with dad and start it all together.

#(There is in interval 2 - Kiran(8) )

Previously, I never allowed friends to know where let alone approach my home. I don't want people to know that I'm the daughter of a criminal. I also don't want you to feel uncomfortable with the arrival of new people. However, that day I felt that Kiran would be able to melt my father's heart as she melted mine. And also, it struck me that I wanted to introduce my father and my past to Kiran because I believed that Kiran would be able and able to accept the fact that I was the daughter of a criminal once hurting kids.

After getting off Kiran's bike, I rushed inside the house. Upon his return from prison, the OCD he suffered was not healed properly. He was still in therapy and would occasionally molest me if suddenly fear and discomfort started to take hold of him. Since the beginning of the mental father is unstable, plus he continues to get a lot of pressure from various parties. Since his discharge from prison, the father always said that he was sorry, that he had no intention of hurting the child. Dad always said that he regretted everything he had done. However, however, the condition of the father gradually improved. He began to be able to reassess what was right and what was wrong. He began to be able to control his emotions even if not with his OCD. Although I had to endure the pain and suffered some bruises, I felt a little relieved because my father was getting better and began to be able to hold himself little by little. I know waiting for Dad to fully recover will probably take a very long time. However, I will wait. I will accompany my father because the person I now see is the father I know. He was a father who loved me and looked at me with love and warmth. He was no longer a horrible man who could only beat and scold me because someone told and controlled him from behind.

That night I hurried into the house after Kiran drove me home. I can't wait to tell you about Kiran because I'm sure you'll be happy and like Kiran if she knows how Kiran treats me.

I opened the door excitedly when I was surprised to find the house in a very messy state. Items scattered on the floor, even broken glass objects were scattered here and there. I don't understand what happened, but the first thing I thought about was a robbery. I rushed to my father's room to check on him. I did not find my father there. Not giving up, I started looking everywhere, looking all over the house.

I ran from one point to another with tears. I was afraid something bad happened to my father. It was just my father that I thought about at the time. I searched there and there until I finally found someone crouching under the kitchen table hugging his leg. My father was crouching there with a terrified expression. My heart is breaking. I am grateful to see my dad okay. However, on the other hand I was also sad because my father didn't look okay.

I ran over to my father and reached out with a soft sob, "Dad, daddy why? Come on out, Dad!"

"No! Nope! Go!" dad kicked me out, he was getting shuffled under the table in fear.

I'm getting sobbing. Why is my father like this? What the hell's been going on?

I continued to persuade my father with great difficulty. I asked her out and persuaded her to tell me everything. After a long effort, Dad finally wanted to get out. He slowly walked out from under the table while showing an unusual gesture.

"Dad why?" I asked back. It doesn't feel possible that you suddenly act like this for no reason.

At first, I kept trying to answer all my questions. He kept saying 'no' and 'go'. Until finally, he pointed in a direction where there was a picture frame lying on the floor in an inverted position. With hesitation, I approached the frame and saw what was behind it.

A family photo of four people, one of whom is a boy I know very well. The child is Kiran while the rest are Kiran's father, mother, and sister. I don't know why this photo was in my house. I don't understand anymore because my father was scared to death to see the photo.

Curious, I walked up to my father and brought the picture closer to him, "Why, Dad? What's the same about this photo? Why is this photo here? Where'd you get it from?"

"Your brother! Your brother just came and took her! He said it's not over yet! Dad doesn't want to! Nope! Just go! Go!" Father held his head with an expression of great fear. He looked very scared for what.

What surprised me even more was the 'sister' you meant. If my father meant that horrible man, I would be equally afraid. My hand trembled as I imagined the figure present and reappearing in our lives. He was terrible enough when he was a child, I can't imagine what he was when he was older. I don't know what kind of man he grew up to be, which I'm sure is still just as bad.

The man is not someone who commits a crime because he is forced or has no choice but to do bad things. He is the one who does bad things because he wants to. Because he wanted it. That fact was enough to make me think that he would grow up to be someone much worse and more dangerous than before.

"Whose brother, Dad? Where is he? Where is that guy?" with tears and growing fear, I looked at my father, begging him to say everything more clearly.

If the man did come back, I should contact grandfather immediately to provide us with protection. I had to tell grandfather immediately what the man had done before it was too late. But actually, it was too late by then. Ever since I chose to keep everything instead of saying it, I was already too late.

The panic and fear were exacerbated after I heard my father say, "That's it! That's her! The blind boy! That's her! Father regrets! I'm sorry!"

My father screamed hysterically as I returned to show him the photo. I turned back to hear what Dad said. If this is a picture of Kiran's family, then the little boy whom you have hurt is.. Kiran's sister?

The one who has made Kiran look so sad and moody every day is my own father.

At that moment, I lost strength and strength. I fell to the floor with tears. If we were together, I would only hurt him. If we don't split up soon, it will be even harder for us later on. At that moment, I decided to leave everything behind. Leaving Kiran and ending all about us before she realized how despicable I was.