SULIVANS

Beaten

Sena hissed as her back was hit by the end of a stick that was swinging violently.

Feeling the gnawing that crawled his back in the blink of an eye.

He was lucky because the swing was thrown by an amateur so that the direction and strength were not so precise.

If only Zalva's mother had been a batting athlete, she would have been lying in pain; even unconscious.

Because amateur punches alone can be this painful, let alone blows from muscles trained for several years.

He slowly felt the remnants of his pain while staring at the main target who was still silent rigidly in front of him.

Her cheek skin looks flushed, the result of a hard slap that she never avoided.

His arm that protected the head was immediately transferred to Zalva's arm.

To push her away from her mother who seemed very angry.

If he did not disappear immediately from his mother's presence, it was certain that the blow would return.

And from his blank stare, he was certain that Zalva would not take the initiative to move from his own place.

"Tante, uh-AW!"

The back-swinging baton punch and the cries of human pain behind him made Sena speed up her movements.

He believes that Zalva's friend is in the same position as him.

Both tried to stop this beating incident by separating the two of them.

Immediately overturned Zalva's stiff body and then pushed his body to go away as quickly as possible.

But even his first body was pushed very strongly before Zalva could move to a safe place.

"GIRL!"

Making Sena fall with the arm right next to Doki who was also slumped next to him.

They both complain together with different intonations for failing to separate the mother and child.

The wooden stick again swung out all his anger.

"What have you done!!"

Zalva received punch after punch with his body frozen.

Still silent even though his skin was definitely numb.

"Mom's request is not much!"

The restrained screams of the seminar participants watched the beaten Zalva echo drown out the angry lines that were thrown from Fadila's mouth.

"Mom only asked you to be a model child at school!"

Although his jaw was hardened with a sharp look in his eyes, his voice sounded almost crying.

Like a hoarse voice without strength thrown after crying.

"Mother even became a major donor at school to support you!"

Doki and Sena try to get up and try to stop the mother-daughter quarrel before falling back into the grass.

Falling down because it is not strong to withstand the power of Fadila's emotional hand that overflows everywhere.

"But this is your reply?"

Fadila held the wand aloft, preparing to drown out her deepest feelings of anger.

"THE CHILD DOES NOT KNOW HIMSELF!"

Before the blunt object hit to hurt the child, the stick was already thrown.

Make the crowd echo for the sake of watching the wooden stick spin in the air before finally falling down.

Some again witnessed the improvisation of their quarrel without seeing the final position of the wand.

"What did you do to your own son!"

He stared right in both of Fadila's eyes as he said so.

"This is your son! The sickly little boy we took care of with great difficulty!"

The tall man whose face was similar to Zalva's tried to calm his wife.

The whispers of an increasingly brutal audience commented to watch the exclusive quarrel unfolding before their eyes in person.

"You want to make him sick again by beating him?"

Fadila jerked her two stifled hands while throwing a defiant look at her husband.

Do not accept words that only blame him.

"Really! We've had a lot of trouble raising her, but you're leaving us by turning to another woman!"

His words made most of the audience exclaim to hear that shocking sentence.

"On that biology teacher!"

Fadila's loud voice shocked the seminar participants.

They speculated on each other to guess the figure of the biology teacher just mentioned.

Most mention second-rate biology teachers who teach their children.

Against a minority of others who think the person in question is a first-class biology teacher who parades the beautiful.

Make some phones that were sitting still in their place so raised high to record the moment of their argument.

"You're the one who ruined your own son!"

Sena was surprised to hear this conversation developed into a husband and wife quarrel.

Leaving the child still standing quietly beside them.

Make him rise up close to Zalva who seems forgotten existence.

Quickly cupped his hands over Zalva's ears.

Hope the painful sentence does not vibrate the eardrum to then be channeled to the nerves in his brain.

"Not so, listen first"

"You should be grateful that I'm still taking good care of your son despite being fed up with this household!"

Sena's heart was sliced at the water coming out from Zalva's two wide-open eyes.

It seeped through his cheeks and left a trace of redness in the corners of his eyeballs.

Making his hand shake watching the weakly shaking pupils, either staring in which direction.

With a body that is still stiff as a shell that has been left by its owner.

The heartbreaking sight made Sena turn her head and scream.

"STOP!"

Making the two mouths of the knitters of the painful sentence fall silent.

The supposed secret talks stopped before going too deep to feed the thirsty reporters.

Despite being showered with camera shots, their gazes were still intertwined, staring at the opponent with a flash of anger.

"You shouldn't involve adult affairs on children like us!"

Hearing the words thrown by Sena's mouth, they were equally aware of their existence outside the house and the existence of the child beside them.

Also the existence of the public is too late to realize.

Two seconds later, all views of the crowd were shifted to the sound of police sirens approaching.

Then stopped near them, taking out two officers who immediately secured the situation.