Red Hooded Girl

S2. Your son is not yours

Clara is swinging gracefully her steps into a building that reads Prisoner House. After going through a series of procedures for Rutan visitors, Clara sat down on a chair that had been provided there. His arrival to this place was to meet someone.

"Hi Honey. You came here at last." A well-built man wearing a typical clothes of a prisoner greeted and pinched the chin-friendly Clara who was sitting dreamy.

Clara only glanced at the man for a moment then arrogantly threw away her gaze.

The man in the prisoner's shirt sat in front of Clara. "Where's Honey .. How's our baby?" the man asked once more while stroking the glowing cheek of Clara which was immediately rejected by the owner of the cheek.

"Never talk about it again!!" hardik Clara's.

"Why? I'm a good Papa candidate for our son, you know" said the man, smiling with a grin.

"Where? Did you tell your dad that I'm his future grandson? When will your papa release me in this rotten place?!" The man returned.

"Don't dream too high, Alex! I would never say that to papa. You'd better stay in this place" circus Clara.

"Haha...." The man called Alex laughed. "You're pregnant Honey. You definitely need me to take responsibility, don't you?!"

"Haha...." Clara laughs back at Alex. "It looks like it's just your wish. I'll be married to a god soon."

"God is not a stupid man. She can't marry a girl like you, especially if she knows you're pregnant" Alex said.

"Oh... You're wrong, Lex. The truth is God knows I'm pregnant and he thinks this is his brother's son who ran away somewhere. This is the last day of the time my father gave me to look for his brother. And I'm sure God won't be able to find his brother in such a short time. Soon God will marry me" Clara said with a sly smile.

Braaac...

Clara's words infuriated Alex and kicked down the table in front of him, which was between them.

"You can't be like that, Cla! The one in your stomach is my son!" furious Alex.

"That's Lex. We have nothing to do. The relationship between us is just filling each other up, needing each other and enjoying each other."

"Cla... I love you. You can't play me!"

"Enough Lex! My coming here is to say that you never see me again. And don't try to interfere with my marriage to God. If not...."

"If it's okay, huh! You think I'm scared of you! I'm not even afraid of the lo bokap threat!" alex's reply was full of emotion.

Clara got up from her seat. "Don't try to take my life away or I'm ruining your life!" he threatened and quickly left Alex, whose face was red with anger.

Braaaac...

Alex hit the table in front of him.

"Gue is not afraid of Cla! I'll make sure that if you and God get married, you'll also be destroyed by Cla!" scream Alex with anger.

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At about eight o'clock in the evening, Dewa and Deka arrived at his house. Pak Satya and Bu Dewi had not returned when the two brothers reached home. Bi Siti as usual was very enthusiastic to welcome the arrival of her two employer's sons.

"Well, is this really Den Dewa and Den Deka coming home together??" So Bi Siti's reaction when she opened the door and saw Dewa and Deka coming home. He was even more surprised because the Gods and Deka seemed to get along.

"Yes, Bi Siti. We're going home with this." The gods responded to Bi Siti's astonishment. Deka was silent and did not say much.

After cleaning himself and so the God and Deka who felt hungry, went down to the dining room to eat dinner that Bi Siti had prepared. The menu of fried chicken galangal and chicken soup has been presented on the dining table.

Bi Siti smiled to herself when she saw the two sons of her master sitting together while eating his cooking. Moreover, both seem to get along. The god and Deka who were biting the fried chicken were reminiscent of the twins Upin and Ipin.

The two brothers were enjoying their dinner when they were surprised by Mr. Satya's call.

"Oh oh oh oh... Mah, look at the two heroes we've come home!" exclaim Mr. Satya.

"Our hero is starving, Mah. Look at them greedily eating it," Satya said.

"Lord...!" pekik Bu Dewi who does not like the words of her husband that are not pleasant to hear.

Mother Goddess who actually felt joy with the return of her two sons immediately rushed to both.

"Yes my... Mama is very happy for you to come home," said Miss Dewi. He stood in the middle between the seat of the Gods and Deka and then grabbed the shoulders of his two sons to hug.

Cup... The Goddess ma'am kissed the head of the God and Deka alternately. "Eat well, dear," he said, stroking the heads of the two in turn.

"You need to go overboard, Mah! They're not kids!" sahut Pak Satya's.

Dewa and Deka compact stop their eating activities.

"They're big but they're like little kids!" tease Pak Satya again.

"Bah...! Quiet down!" bentak Bu Dewi did not like the sharp and piercing speech of her husband to her two sons.

Deka who was fed up with the chirping of his papa stood up and kicked the table. Braaaaac....

"Well, stop being selfish parents!" pekik Deka stared intently at Mr. Satya.

"You have dared to defy, yes! It feels great you! Papah never taught you to be a coward!" hardik Pak Satya stared intently at Deka.

"They're sick of Papa's attitude!" yelled Deka beaver.

"You dare to be insolent now!" Mr. Satya had already raised his hand high to hit Deka. But the drama was stopped because the hunt for the Gods caught the hand of Mr. Satya.

"Broth... We're your children but that doesn't mean we're yours. We are very grateful because thanks to papa and mama we can be present in this world. But that doesn't mean that mom and dad can manage our lives. Don't force us to resemble papa. Our lives are ours, Pah. It doesn't belong to papa and mama" Dewa quoted a poem by Kahlil Gibran. The god who is still holding his papa hand, suddenly made Pak Satya speechless and stunned.

Your son is not yours,

they are the sons of the daughter of the Living,

who misses himself

They were born through you,

but not from you, though,

they are yours, but not yours.

Give them your love, please,

but don't give your thoughts, though,

for they have their own mind.

You should give a house to his body,

but not for his soul,

for their souls are the inhabitants of the house of the future,

which you can't visit, though,

even in your dreams.

You can try to resemble them,

but don't make them look like you,

life never goes backwards,

or drown in the past.

You are the original bow of your son,

the arrow is alive, darting away

The Archer is aiming for the target of immortality,

He stretches you with His power,

until the arrow shot far and fast.

Rejoice in the Archer's hand, Archer,

for He loves the arrows that shoot like lightning,

as He loved, there was a strong bow.

(Your son is not yours. Khalil Gibran)

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