My army my Hero

Episode 35's

Episode 35's

From a distance someone came near to my mother. Walk so slowly. Even the expensive shoes he was wearing did not make a sound. Slowly. Very slow. I kept watching from a corner without lighting. That guy was right behind mom. If she looked a little, she would know there was someone behind her. But mom didn't do it. His eyes kept on heading towards me. Well, mom was waiting for me to come back from the bathroom.

"I'm sorry your son is ma'am." I said softly. Keep watching from a distance.

The man was still standing right behind my mother. I swallowed spit.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked in my heart.

It was then that I saw both of my hands covering my mother's eyes from behind. But dad was still quiet. Not one bit of sound.

"Arsyaf. What the hell are you doing? Why do you close your eyes like this?" Mom thought it was me.

Then mom stood up. His eyes were still covered by my father's hands. Dad led mom to a corner of the room. Mother just complies. I must still think it was me. Then I turned my mother's body around, now they're facing each other. Little by little, I began to take off his hands. The mother's eyes that closed for a few minutes had to adjust her gaze because it was dim.

I kept watching from far away. When their eyes meet. I saw my mother's body shake violently. The look on his face turned into shock, like the first time anyone saw a ghost.

"Rey... Rey's... Reyhan." call mom in a trembling voice.

Dad's still quiet. His eyes continued to look at the mother closely. Mom's getting scared. I know you want to get out of there. Go all the way from in front of dad. But it's very difficult. The corner of the room was well prepared to lock mother. Behind him the wall, to the right of the mother a wall made of glass, to the left of several long tables of cafes stacked neatly. The only way out of that corner is from the front. But up ahead, it's me who's blocking my way out.

Three minutes passed. Dad's still the same, doing nothing but looking at mom.

"To, please. bi. let me go Rey. I beg you." Mom started to beg. Words stammering. Mom was really scared.

"No." That's my only answer.

"Ki. we... We've no more Rey ties."

"La... Then why are you doing this?"

"Because I want another relationship between us."

"No! That's not possible! Ki... We've been separated for a long time, isn't that better."

"No!" Dad snaps.

The atmosphere tonight turned tense, between the father and mother debate. The atmosphere with the room that was supposed to be romantic, now turned into mystical. The music had stopped. the servants were going nowhere. The lights only lit three pieces, two on our dining table, and the other one was right above father and mother now. Well, that also makes my seat dark. Corner without lighting.

"Let me go, let me go. Please, let me go Rey." I began to dare to fight. His hand kept pushing Dad backwards.

"Arsyaf please mom. Please mom son. I want to go home." Mom screamed for my help. His voice sounded sad. I was eager to help him, asking father not to continue his plan.

"Whatever happens next, promise me son, you can't help your mother. Promise me you'll let your father finish it. Promise me to you, Arsyad." I remembered my father's words this afternoon. Well, I can't help you, can't help you. Me, I promised Dad.

"Please... Pl-please... Please..." Mom kept screaming. He let out a loud voice asking for help. But who can help him. In front of the door of the cafe, some of the father's bodyguards were already on guard tight. Surely they obeyed his master's orders more than heed the voice of asking for help without the slightest payment.

"Please... Tolo. eemmm." Ibul's voice changed. I made sure of what was going on. My eyes were dim, with a little light I began to know what was going on. Apparently, I was kissing my mother by force.

"Emmm. No, emmm, Rey, emmm." Mother continues to rebel.

"Well, please don't do that to me. You can't force me to do that." I said lirih. Seeing mother is necessary like that makes my heart want to be angry. But I can't do anything either. If only I hadn't made a promise with Dad. I must have taken him away.

"Remember son, the man he holds is his promise. You know that as a man and as a soldier." Father's message this afternoon. But seeing what you did to me, I wanted to curse.

"Dad B-R-E-N-G-S-E-K."