Hunters And White Lotus
twenty chapter
Isabella POVs
Eight years ago...,
10 March 2012. In an old house.
"Isabella, don't sleep on the floor when you're sick, son" The woman's soft voice woke me up. I sat up and turned to the source of the voice and chuckled.
"Sorry ma'am, I can't sleep again last night." My words half evaporated while my little hand cleared away the rest of the drowsiness on the face.
"Are those voices again?" ask that white haired woman.
"really. I was scared all night," I'm me. I paused and asked again, "Mother, why do they always call me the devil?" many sad. Mother was just stunned and silent
"Is it because dad is Arzel?" I looked down deeply, my little hands clutching tightly at the skirt I was using. I also cried, tears filled with evidence of heartbreaking sadness.
"Mom.I can't stand all this anymore. Those voices and this hunger drive me crazy!" Hysterical jeritku. Mom immediately hugged me tightly and rubbed my head gently. I vaguely heard Mom sobbing too.
UHUK!UHUK!
Mother coughed loudly making him reflexively release his embrace. I watched him, that deathly pale face suffered greatly.
"Mom, sick again?" ask me to worry
"Mommy's just a regular cough, son. It's okay," But after saying that mom coughed back. This time it sounds worse inviting out the father who works in the room.
"Mom, it's best to rest in the room. You're sick" said my father gently, helping my mother to stand up.
"Dad, is there food in the kitchen?" Tanyaku.
"Take your father's bread at the dinner table." Answer gently. He took my mother to the room.
I got up to look for bread at the dinner table. And how happy I was when I found a packet of sandwiches. I opened the wrapper with spirit then devoured the contents.
For a second, a bread the size of an adult's palm was toilet-fed at my meal. I complained, it's not enough to please me. It's a danger, Dyra could get out of control again.
"I have to lock myself in the room" I murmured slowly. I also walked slowly towards my room on the second floor, after until I immediately closed the door tightly, then reached out one hand under my bed. Looking for an item.
I finally found him, two handcuffs small enough for both hands.
I locked my hands and feet in handcuffs, then threw myself on the bed. My breath was blowing slowly, this was always happening every week.
To my dismay, I had to fight Dyra's mind-blowing appetite surge. Not infrequently I chewed my own fingers until it bled, now you know why I have to lock my own hands and feet.
Hunger kept on attacking my stomach, fading the common sense I was fighting for. Soon I will be mad and fruitful to be a figure I would never expect.
I'm grateful that you're keeping dad down.
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On another day.
"Isabella is now rarely out of the room well," said my father softly as he shook my head. I just smiled a little in return. We were sitting side by side on an old couch, my dad accompanying me to watch TV while doing his office work.
"There's a lot of PR I have to do. By the way, how's mom doing?" I asked the short black-haired thirty-year-old man. He muttered for a while, petting a good word not to worsen my mood.
"Mom will be healed soon. Take it easy you don't have to worry that you're going to struggle so hard to make you happy" My father smiled confidently making me smile too.
"Promise dad!" I vigorously extended my little finger in front of his face.
"of course. Because dad loves you, "He hooked his pinky with my pinky while smiling warmly. He's my stepdad, but he knows how to make me smile.
She was a warm person to me and my mother. He was a hardworking hero who protected us.
I always believed her words, she always kept her promise, she was a strong and determined person, she was the source of my happiness and mother's. I believe he won't break it because he loves us.
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On another day.
"Ishabella. It's late at night why don't you sleep," Mom just walked into my room to make me distract from reading a book.
"Sorry mom. The book I read was too exciting until I forgot the time." I said as I sat up.
"What are you reading, son?" my mother came closer to me and sat on the side of my bed.
"Magic, I'm learning to control magic," I muttered somewhat hesitantly. My mother just nodded her head and then stroked my head slowly.
"I didn't think you'd learn it early." Mother nodded.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I took it without permission. Eventually I had to learn how to get those annoying spirits away." I sat up and puffed my cheeks while I just laughed crisply. However, it did not last long.
"Isabella, listen to mommy all right." Mother stood up from my bed then squatted a little in front of me. Her deathly pale cry brushed my black hair, her blood-red irises staring at me affectionately. Her face like the moon was smiling gently at me.
"You are the most beautiful jewel on earth, you are the most precious thing on earth, you are the most powerful woman on earth, nothing can bring you down. Believe in your mother and yourself. Don't listen to what they say." My mother brought her forehead closer and put it on my forehead.
I can only be silent without words. I knew there were sad emotions in every single one of his words.
"Mother.., won't leave me, will you?" Ask doubt.
"Mom will always be there for you. I'll never leave you, '" Mother sniffled at her last sentence. Making tears that were shed flooded his face. I immediately hugged her tightly, letting her immerse her face into the top of my head, letting her wet my hair with her tears.
"Mom's sorry.mom's really sorry." Mother's breath faltered making her speech earlier sound unclear.
"Mom doesn't have to apologize, I'm never guilty" I said in her arms.
"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry!" hysterical shouting. I could only shut up so that he would take out all the pills that were free.
I know she always felt guilty, I know she always cursed herself for not being able to do anything for her own child. My mother is not from a witch family. She's just an ordinary innocent woman who loves an obscure man that I should call a real father.
Although we live far from enough, but that is not an obstacle to the happiness that sets this small family together. But I know this happiness will soon fall like a flower that will not continue to bloom.
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March 30th, 2012
I was glued to the spot staring at the engraving of my mother's name on the tombstone. As if it were all like a rock, my body could only remain silent.
The Pilgrims have raised their feet from here except me and Dad. The sobbing of the father filled the overcast sky.
"Na.he." said my father in the midst of his tears.
I crouched down next to my father and swept away his tears with my two little hands. He looked at me and fell silent, while I only smiled while holding back tears.
I believe Dad will be back to how he was because he promised me that he would make me and Mom happy.
I believe it must be..,.,., I...,
(***)
April 3, 2012
But he broke his own promise.
"Report sir, it's known that the victim committed suicide by sticking a knife in his own heart" a police officer reported to an old man in uniform with him. I could only be glued next to the police officer while pensively staring at the corpse of my father who was transported to the ambulance.
He's trickster. Not a hero, not at all. She just loves my mom, she doesn't love me at all.
He succeeded in making me miserable, he successfully helped me fall to pieces.
"Excuse me, police officer. Is this really Mr. Zefan's residence?" Out of nowhere the appearance of a pulmonary woman approached me.
"True ma'am, what's the need?"
"I want to adopt a child named Isabella. He told me to come today to take it. What is this, sir?"
"Citizens reported when they heard screams from Mr. Zefan's house. And it is known that Mr. Zefan committed suicide." Obviously, the police officer made the woman stunned.
"Then ma'am, please adopt this child."
The middle-aged lung woman immediately approached me then gently grasped my small hand.
"Include Karla's mother's name, nice to meet you Isabella."
(***)
April 1, 2016
It's been three years since I've lived in this simple house. Even though Karla's mother was very good there wasn't much interaction between us.
I turned into an indifferent, silent person and chose to talk more with Dyra. My elementary school is over and now I'm wearing a blue white uniform.
I held my chin up on my desk while focusing on reading a novel on the table.
"Hi,"
I turned to the source of the voice and found a jolly boy with curly black hair. He smiled as he sat down at the table.
"What Ipan, you're interrupting my focus," I said.
"I'm bored anyway, I want to invite you to play with the others anyway, you want?!" enthusiastically bring. I looked at him and put on a confused face.
The school prince as well as my neighbor is indeed a lot of behavior and I wonder why he stuck to me.
"Yes already. I also have no work at home" I stood up from the table wearing my Sling bag. Then walked out of the classroom, while the school prince walked behind me.
We were walking down the hallway of the classroom, talking about the unimportant things that came up.
"I've never seen that, I swear!" Ipan's two hands pointed a peace sign at me
"Whatever, I'm not ter-"
I stopped my steps and looked back quickly. Found a man in uniform just like us.
He uses red earphones and seems to focus on his headphone.
"Who was the boy?" I asked while pointing at the boy.
"Radit, why?" tanyanya flat
"It's okay. Let's go on, "I'll walk again soon
The smell of that kid named Radit, interesting.
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BAB.C. My light
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