I'm ending Our Nestapa

Prologues

A woman slowly approached the bed on which her two daughters were sleeping. When he was near, he lifted the pillow he was carrying. For a moment he looked at the innocent faces of his two children. Although there was a sense of not being able to bear, but he tried to brush off all that, he also first smothered the face of his first child. When the child was already smothered, the woman's eyes closed and cried. He murmured inwardly, “Excuse Mom yes Nina.”

Nina also struggled. Trying to release that stuff. His strength is small, unable to fight strong defender of his mother. Eventually, Nina gave up. He's out of breath. And finally died.

Feeling that there were no more blows, the woman lifted the smothering pillow. To make sure his son was lifeless, he then brought his index finger closer to the nose. Is correct. I no longer feel breath.

The woman then cried. His heart ached as it slashed. Her falling tears then wetted Nina's forehead. Slowly, he stroked her son's hair. There is a growing affection these days. However, the burden of life that continues to whack seems to have made him lose his mind. In an instant he lost his daughter's life.

“Goodbye dear. Soon Mother will also free Nani from the suffering of this life. In order for you to live quietly in the realm of immortality,” said the woman blankly.

As he said, he immediately approached one more of his children. It seems, the child named Nani was not aware of the events that had just happened. The bad news is that they will feel the same way.

Without lingering, he smothered with all his might, no matter Nani who also thrashed. For him there was no other choice to end all his life problems. By killing her children, she considers it a way out.

Long time Nani also thrashed. But in the end, he gave up. The moonshine weakened and Nani followed Nina.

The woman also knew her son was dead. When he had finished killing one by one his daughter. She was crying hysterically. Drooping weakly in the corner of the bed.

“My children calm down you're in nature. Soon I'll catch up with you.”

His eyes then led to a knife lying beside the apple. Two hours ago, half of the fruit had been eaten by her two daughters. Unexpectedly, the red apples that have been coveted for years, become a last favor for them.

The knife is now in his hands. His shabby facial water described his despair. He lay down between his two daughters. Closing eyes. Then, he placed a knife in his veins.

“My children, soon Mother will catch up with you,” whispered the woman. Without hesitation, he sliced his veins.

His blood is gushing from the wrist. That woman was also killed. The white bedspread turned red because of the blood. In an instant the apartment rooms they lived in became the scene of horrific murder and suicide.

...*****...

Ten years before that happened.

From inside the garage, the black sedan car walked back and stopped on the terrace. Then a middle-aged man came out, approaching the girl in a gray-white uniform who was putting one foot into a shoe.

“Non Mila, the car is ready. Do you want to leave now?”

The high school girl named Mila looked up at the driver. He moved his eyeballs up and down, looking at his driver cynically.

“Where do I know. Mr. Deman asked me there with dad,” Mila replied with ketus.

Mila's attitude is often so in the whole house. Fortunately, Mr. Diman can understand and not take heart. As a person who worked for decades, he was used to facing the attitude of judges of his jury.

“Mila, you can't like that!” reprimanded a misting-haired old man who suddenly came out after hearing his daughter's loud speech. “Daddy from the inside you answered so tightly Mr. Kardiman's question. Quickly apologize to him!”

The old man whose hair had turned white firmly told his daughter. He does not want others to judge his family as a family that does not have an adab.

It's okay for Mila to be unable to deny father's orders. Lazily, he reached out his hand apologizing to Mr. Diman.

“Maafin Mila, Mr. Diman.”

With great relief, Mr. Diman forgave his employer's son. Although there is still heartache but he tries to forgive. Moreover, Mila's parents have done a lot of good to him. Although often treated unpleasant by Mila, the old driver tried to get a chest.

“Pak Diman, let's go. But this time we go to Mila's school first huh. I want to take her graduation letter.”

“Good, Sir.”

Hearing the orders of his employer, Mr. Diman immediately opened the car door and let the employer and his daughter in. Mila got in the car after her father got in. With a gloomy face, he slammed his body on the chair. Seeing Mila like that, the father just clucked and shook his head. His sight was now thrown out of the car. For a while the atmosphere in the car became quiet.

Seeing that, Mr. Diman felt the need to melt the atmosphere.

“No power, Non Mila has graduated High School yes, Mr Satria?” ask Mr. Diman while turning the steering wheel to bend the car.

However, the words of Mr. Kardiman did not respond to Mr. Satria. It seemed that her employer was reluctant to comment much about her daughter. Still upset by his daughter's attitude.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Diman did not give up. This time he tried to get Non Mila to talk.

“Non Mila after graduation plans to go to college where?” ask Mr. Diman while looking at Mila from the rearview mirror.

The question sentence uttered by Mr. Diman was responded to with a sharp glance, as sharp as a knife.

“Why are you wondering? This is not your business. You've been driving!”

Hearing his daughter's discordant tone, Pak Satria's emotions rose again. The man snaps at Mila again.

“Mila brash you yes. Asked even the answer is not polite!”

The hand of Mr. Satria who was about to slap his daughter, was immediately prevented by Mr. Diman by suddenly stepping on the brake. Until both bodies are crushed. The hand of Mr. Satria who was about to slap, he used to hold so as not to hit the back of the chair in front of him.

“How many times have you spoken. You don't be rude to older people,” nagged Mr. Satria again.

However, the father's nagging did not care about Mila at all. He wanted to get out of the car quickly.

“Hey Mr. Diman, quickly open the car door now. I want to get out of this hotter car. I'm sick of hearing Daddy babble!” mila exclaimed as she tried to open the car door.

“Do not go down, Non. Non Mila School is still far away,” prevent Mr. Diman.

“Udah is okay. What do you care!”

Mila's hand hit the back of her car seat. For a long time he was emotional with Mr. Diman who did not want to open the door of his car.

“Hurry to open, Mr. Diman! Very long time!” mila Snaps.

And ... Plaakk!

Mila's impact made Mr. Satria's hand float away. Landed hard on her daughter's face. Honey, Mr. Kardiman couldn't prevent his employer from doing that.

“Basic brat!”

Mr. Satria can't hold back his emotions anymore. The atmosphere in the car is getting more stressful.

“So gini, a representative of the people likes to treat his son harshly?” Mila soliciting. His eyes boldly glared at the father. “I will tell everyone, so that people like fathers are not worthy to be representatives of the people.”

“Close your mouth!”

Mila's words were increasingly igniting the emotions of Mr. Satria. And once slapped his daughter. Plaaack.

The atmosphere in the car was uncontrollable. The fight between father and son is unstoppable. Mr. Diman was forced to open the car door.

As soon as it opened, Mila got out of the car. Running while covering the part of his face that hit a slap. While running, he cried.

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