Psychopaths

#23

3 Years later.

Ahzeral ran into the house in tears. Laura who was reading the magazine was shocked because of that. Ahzeral jumped up and hugged his mother.

"Mama" she said softly in Laura's arms.

"Why baby? How are you crying?"

"All my friends at school laughed at me and insulted me! Because I don't speak French, Ma!"

"You don't listen to them" Laura said, stroking Ahzarel's head.

"Their words hurt, Ma. I don't want school tomorrow!" Ahzarel was crying harder. His heart was completely hurt by the speech of all the students in the school.

"You should go to school. If you go to school you become smart and show that you can succeed even if you don't speak French." Laura clasped Ahzarel's tiny hand.

"Yes, Ma. I change clothes first" said the boy, wiping away the tears on his puffed cheeks.

Finished being helped by Chalis to change his clothes, Ahzarel headed to the back garden of the house to play in the tent.

He saw a small bird with broken wings. Ahzarel did not care at first, but his disturbing chirping sound, finally the boy dug a hole and buried the bird. "Whispering anyway!" He stepped on a mound of soil and marked it with a plant twig.

"What's that?" He wondered why animals could enter the back garden. He took a kitten and brought it into the house.

"Mama, what is this?" Ask while showing a very small kitten.

"Take him off, Rel, it's a newborn kitten."

"What kid?"

"Cats, Rails. Put him in his place."

Ahzarel said he went to the back door and threw the kitten away.

"Wash your hands, yes" said his mother who is still focused on papers containing many writings and diagrams of circles.

"Yes, Ma," he replied. The boy washed his hands and dried them with a towel. Suddenly he remembered his father. The face of his father who was about to get angry when Ahzarel was 3 years old.

"I miss papa," he murmured.

His feet were about to sit on the sofa with his mother, but the woman was nowhere to be. "Maybe sleeping" he said.

He decided to walk out of the house even though his mother would forbid. Walk down the street alone until he meets 3 of his classmates.

"Well, look at our new son Joan."

"I can't speak French he said." They all laughed in front of Ahzarel.

"Kasian, he's a kid. Look at even her substandard body size!"

"Shut up!" Stomach the angry Ahzarel.

"Look at him!" Said one of them and then laughed again.

Ahzarel. He hit the belly of the boy who was in the middle until he bounced. "Laugh again!!" He said with a tight fist.

2 The other children took revenge by hitting Ahzarel. "Bother," he said inwardly.

Ahzarel kicked the 2 children's shins hard. He took out his father's penknife and carved out his initials.

When it was cool to do that, many people who broke up and away the four of them. "Take me off!" Pekik Ahzarel while looking at the 3 boys with hate. The men who ran him brought Ahzarel home.

The doorbell pressed, Laura opened the door and saw her son with someone else. "Excuse me, your son hurt people, rather a child." Laura understood what the man was saying. His eyes wide at his son, his hands holding Wil's knife with dripping blood.

"I'm sorry my son, thank you for bringing him here."

"Yes, I'll excuse you, excuse me." That guy's gone.

Laura pulled her son inside. He really wanted to be angry with his son. "What are you doing?"

"Just hit them and engrave my name. Is that wrong?"

"That's wrong, including the crime you know?"

"I don't know and don't care!"

"Here you go, go to your room!" Laura said firmly. Ahzarel, who was still upset, patted the door of his room. Ahzarel opened a French dictionary and studied each word.

Laura walked into her son's room with a tray in her hand. "Feed first, you'll get sick."

"No, take the food away!"

"If you don't eat, you'll get angry!"

"Papa is not there, can't be angry!" The family photo on the edge of Ahzarel's study table fell, the glass scattered everywhere.

"That's why we eat, dear" said Laura. He put food in his son's mouth. The child had to eat his food.

"Can you eat alone? Mama's gonna clean the glass so you don't get hurt."

"Yes, Ma."

"If time could be repeated, Ma" said Ahzarel.

"You miss your papa?"

"Banget, Ma! I play with him only once a month. Papa is busy keeping****." Ahzarel, who had lost his appetite, stirred his food.

"Eh, don't play with the food. Let's look at papa after you eat."

"Really!? Today!?"

"Yes, baby" answered Laura.

"YES! LET'S GO NOW!" Pekik Ahzarel enthusiastically. I wanted to jump into space so happy.

"Wait a minute, mama get this done first."

2 Minutes of Ahzarel waiting in the living room. Finally his mother came in a white minidress outfit.

At the funeral, Ahzarel approached Wil's resting place.

"Papa," he said.

"Papa I suffer here. If only papa was by my side! I'm sad you're not with me here" Ahzarel said. He shed his tears when he remembered all the insults he had ever received. Especially about his own father.

"Ahzarel, you look like your papa. Mama's sure you're a very strong boy like papa."

"Is that?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Ahzarel looked at his papal gravestone. "Is it okay for me to stay? I'm moving out, Pa."

Laura was shocked by her son's words. He may have tormented school in Europe. "Where are you moving?"

"To where mom and dad were born!"

"If you know, it hurts more there" said Laura. But if that was his son's wish, he would have been easier to adapt.

"But it hurts more there, baby."

"Nothing" said the determined Ahzarel.

"Well, if that's what you want."

"I'm sorry, Pa, but I promise every school day I'll be here."

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go with Ahzarel" Laura said. He left and just went with his son. "I promise to see you with Ahzarel."

Ahzarel and Laura pray for Wil's peace. They packed up and prepared to fly to the homeland tomorrow.

"Sam I believe you can take care of it" Laura said.

"Look down, Miss." Sam goes to Ahzarel's school to take care of Ahzarel's transfer.

The morning sun shines. Laura and Ahzarel have been on the plane for 20 minutes. They were ready to fly. Laura saw her son was very cool drawing while humming.

"Who did you learn the picture from?"

"Papa, before he was taken by the officer."

"Cool, you're proud of me." Laura rubbed her son's head. It doesn't feel like the plane is flying.

"Well! Look, Ma, you're so thick!"

"Yes, yes" answered Laura.

The night began, and the sleepy Ahzarel fell asleep. He recalled being held captive in Europe with Wil.

"Wil's ridiculous!" Laura smiled and was sad to remember the first time she met Wil until she died.

"Ma? Mama's healthy?" Call Ahzarel.

"Oh yes, my mom is healthy!"

"Lies, mama smiles to herself."

"Ehe. Are you awake?"

"Udah daritadi" replied Ahzarel.

"Well, mommy's going to bed."

"Well, I want to continue drawing."

Ahzarel's stomach was hungry. He took the wine-flavored milk from his mother's small bag. While looking for inspiration he looked out the window. There was lightning behind the clouds.

"Surprisingly" he said inwardly. I saw all the passengers sleeping. He gets inspiration for himself. He began to imagine, his father sitting on his left and his mother on the right while he was in the middle.

"I hope one day this will come true even though it lives in the bodies of others."