Cursed Night

CHAPTER (43): The Truth Revealed (1)

Mothers and children have a strong bond

why are he and I like strangers?

~Artesha Christy Panggalila~

Slowly the beautiful eyelids of the sleeping woman opened, Tere's gaze circling the entire room space he occupied. Tere's eyes immediately glared at the sight of the large frame, a photo of his wedding with Arya.

"How am I supposed to be here?" tere asked himself, Tere held his head dizzy and his gaze fixed on the clothes he was wearing.

Tere immediately raised the thick blanket on his feet up to his neck when he saw the clothes he was wearing was different from the clothes he was wearing before, Tere tries to remember the last incident that happened to him so that he can be in Arya's room with different clothes.

Twelve years is not enough for Tere to forget all the memories of Arya, including Arya's never-changing bedroom, a boring room that is all shades of gray and white.

"I remember now, Arya did it again. At... He raped me again."

Tere's cry broke out as he recalled the last incident that happened to him. Arya raped her and remembered her hands and covered her mouth with a cloth.

"Why did you do that to me Arya? I hate you Arya Panggalila! I hate!"

Tere rubbed his tears violently, now was not the time to cry and lament fate. Now it's time he avenged Aryan's vile deeds.

"You think you're great Arya Panggalila? You want to repeat what happened twelve years ago? I'm not gonna let Arya, I never will."

Tere's hands clenched tightly until they turned red, then his hands threw whatever was around him no matter the fantastic price of the items.

"I will never let you ruin my life again Arya Panggalila!"

Tere shouted as loudly as possible then got off the bed and threw back the items in Arya's room towards the door.

"Take me out Arya! Eject me! I hate you!"

"ARYA GET ME OUT!"

PRAKKKN.

PRAKKKKP.

Tere did not care about the loud sound of broken things or with his screams that might disturb the people in the Mansion, because now he needed an outlet for the anger in him.

"I don't stop shouting Arya, if necessary until my vocal cords break. I'll keep yelling until you get me out of this hell!"

Tere pulled his hair firmly and rubbed his face violently, he began to get frustrated at his current state and he could only regret his decision to go to Arya's office.

Tere continued to push through the black doors but still no one cared about him, because they were too afraid of Arya.

"You're evil!"

"You ruined a teenage girl's life, you took away her honor and her ideals, and now you're repeating the same thing. You ruined the life I built on my ideals."

Tere's body slumped in front of the door as his legs were unable to bear all the weight he was carrying, Tere hugged himself tightly trying to hold sobs out of his lips but he failed.

Tere's gaze was accidentally fixed on the picture frame on the table, a photo of Arya and their daughter whom he knew was named Artesha Christy Panggalila or called Arsa. Tere found out all about Arsa over the Internet.

Tere's outstretched hand took the photo, without needing to explain Tere could see happiness emanating in both eyes Arsa, the exact same eyes as her.

Without Tere realizing it he smiled to himself looking at the photo, and his hands began to gently rub the photo of Arsa, imagining that the photo was Arsa.

"I don't know if it's God's curse or God's goodness, so your face and character look a lot like mine as a teenager. Ka's... You're like my shadow."

Tere hugged the frame tightly, imagining he was hugging Arsa, his daughter.

"You and Arsa must hate me, you must think I'm a demon. I am the devil in your life. I deserve you to hate."

Tere stared at the photo with teary eyes and then unconsciously tears dripped from his eyes and soaked the picture frame.

"Nobody hates you Tere Queenera."

Tere was surprised when he heard that there was another sound in this room, he immediately put the picture frame and tried to find out where the sound came from.

"I'm on the balcony."

Tangerang, December 29, 2019