ENDRO, THE BODYGUARD

BEGINNING STORY

"Yeah..." Endro exclaimed from his courtyard. He was dressed in white grey at the time. His handsome face, so full of joy. So that adds to his good looks at his age at that time. There was a curious feeling there. However, he looks so happy.

"What's up, End? Why are you running around like that? If you fall, then you break your leg, how about?." A middle-aged man immediately welcomed his arrival.

"Dad... I'm seventeen, aren't I?" His words increasingly seem to have something.

"What if you're seventeen?" Ask the middle-aged man he calls father.

"Ah Ayaaah's... Don't pretend to forget that. This morning, I tried to get up early, but still my father had left for the garden. Now it's time..." Endro murmur.

"What time? Pretend to forget what?" Ask his father again with a frown. He really did not seem to understand what his son was saying.

"They're still asking, Dad..." Lirih. His face was full of sadness.

"They? Oooh..." Endro's father seemed to understand what was in his son's mind.

"I don't question their questions. All this time, ever since Dad promised to tell me about it at seventeen, I've never published their questions again. But I'll never stop asking Dad, because I'm a kid who questions his mother to her own father.

I'm not like them, who question their friend's mother as a mere subject of ridicule and ridicule.

I deserve to know, don't I? My mom where's Dad? Why have I never seen it, even if it's just a photo? My friends have a mother. If not, he has his mother's grave, they have a picture of his mother. And me?" Endro's eyes look teary. Clear water pooled in it. Showing deep sadness from the streaks of reddened lines there.

"I even told you that the child that was picked up by Dad..." Endro was no longer able to hold back his tears. The clear liquid spilled and gave a trace on the skin of his cheeks.

"You're Dad's son, son..." That was all his father Endro could say at the time.

For a moment, he adjusted his breathing. The sadness his son felt, made him feel claustrophobic at that moment.

Endro nodded. "Then?"

"Your mother died when you were a baby. He mandated you to Father, so that I felt your mother was still alive, and would continue to live in you." His father looked far away.

"So, where's Mom's grave if she's really gone, Dad...?" Urge Endro. He looked in pain when he heard that bitter statement. The mother he had questioned all that time, turned out to be dead. She would never taste what it would be like to have a mother, to receive her affection and to taste a mother's cooking.

During that time, it was only her father as the place she was leaning.

"Your mother doesn't have a tomb, son. He just disappeared, without a trace." The middle-aged man's tears poured out. He felt like he was in pain, when his old wounds were re-torn on purpose.

"I mean Dad?" Endro was a little confused. He did not understand the meaning of his father's words.

Endro's father smiled for a moment. He wiped his tears rough. "Change your clothes first, son. Dad understands... But let me make an appointment once more. I'll tell you, after you finish praying and lunch. Father has prepared food for us..." He said as he stood up and moved to leave Endro who was still there without protest.

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