The Casa Del Castaneda

The Paloma Resistance

Paloma and Rogelio, standing in front of the navel that looks new. It was broken and formless again. The strength of a Paloma's heart was again tested this time. The sorrow over the departure of his beloved son has not completely disappeared. Now, he must again try to stay standing when he accepts the harsh reality.

Paloma's hope and beautiful wish to re-hug and tell a lot of things to the father, disappeared instantly. Everything evaporates like smoke soaring into the air. Fly with the wind and split in different directions. It was hard to get them back together if Rogelio's hands didn't help him.

Rogelio, continue to hold Paloma's arm so as not to collapse. Deteriorated in pain and pain. There was too much drama in the young woman's life. When and how, it will all be over.

“What if you just come with me? I'm worried if you live alone here. Moreover, this was a deserted area,” bargained Rogelio, when they had returned from the tomb of Carlos.

“I miss this place, Dad. For too long I have not felt the wind and the smell of silence. Anyway, baby if left out. There are too many beautiful stories, which I want to remember again during my stay in this house.” Paloma rejected a subtle offer from Rogelio.

“Then I will send someone to accompany you here. So, you're not really alone. At least, there is someone you can talk to,” Rogelio said again. He again offered his special kindness and attention to the son-in-law.

“Not necessary, Dad. I'll be fine. Don't worry.” Paloma forced himself to smile, even though it felt too heavy to do that. The spirit in the twenty-five-year-old woman has largely disappeared. It takes time to return it as it was. Paloma had to work hard, to get back to the point where he could find the power that had been unleashed.

Rogelio took a deep breath. In a little bit, he knew the character of Paloma who was a bit stubborn and likes to be defiant. The middle-aged man did not want to argue. He should always maintain good communication with his son-in-law. “Alright if that's what you want. However, if in the next few days you change your mind, then do not hesitate to speak directly to me,” Rogelio's message. He chose to give in to Paloma's decision.

“Thank you, Dad. You are indeed very kind and understanding.” Paloma smiled gently. Not to forget, he gave a warm hug to Rogelio, before the man said goodbye.

A moment later, Rogelio left the area where Carlos lived. The black sedan car that picked her up earlier to the airport, drove quietly until it disappeared from Paloma's sight. The young woman immediately closed the door. Really, this is something unexpected. There is no hunch or other strange things that become a sign, that Paloma will again feel the loss of a loved one in his life.

Since then, Paloma has spent his days alone there. Although feeling lonely, Paloma tried to shake off these feelings. He took good care of Carlos's house. The place where he spent his childhood to adolescence, before receiving a proposal to marry Rafael.

That night, Paloma was already preparing to go to sleep. As always, he always made sure the doors and windows were locked properly. But another thing this time. Paloma, hearing strange suspicious noises from the kitchen. Carefully, the young lady walked over there.

Paloma was doubtful. However, curiosity was much greater in her entanglement. Make him force himself to keep checking the kitchen. Meanwhile, the atmosphere of the house has been dim, because most of the main lights have been turned off.

Upon arrival in the kitchen, Paloma did not go straight in and check. He stood for a moment in the doorway. The dim light from the reflection of the lights installed at the back of the house, barged in through the glass window which was only covered with a plastic krey roller blind.

“Who are you?” Paloma who was already in a position strayed back, tried to get up. However, immediately the man prevented, by occupying the woman's body. Paloma. He tried to hold the knife pointed at him. A little more, the pointed tip of the knife was going to hit and slit Paloma's neck.

“Go you, Goddamn it!” maki Paloma while continuing to fight. The man's weight was so heavy, that he had trouble getting rid of it. One thing to do right now, was to snatch the blade that was continuously pointed at him.

Paloma moves the legs. Looking for something that can be used as a diversion. Paloma pointed his legs to and fro, until he accidentally kicked a small round stool. On the bench, there is a glass flower pot placed as a kitchen decoration plant. Paloma kicked hard at the bottom of the small stool, until it moved.

Meanwhile, the flower pot on it moves and falls on the man's back. The water in the glass pot was spilled. Wet the man's clothes. That made his concentration a little fragmented. Not to mention, the pain of being hit by a falling pot. Not much, but still felt. The man began to lose his guard. The defense is also slack.

The opportunity was put to good use by Paloma. He took out all his might, the blade that had since become their snatch. Paloma did it. He even scratched the thighs and arms of a man who knew who he was.

The man was screaming in pain. With a quick movement, Paloma smashed the end of the handle of the knife into his chin. The man with the buff mask looked up to endure the pain. It was then that Paloma managed to get rid of him from above the body. He hurried up.

While the man tried to stand, Paloma kick first floated and hit the arm that had been scratched by a knife. Not satisfied until there, Paloma took a small round-shaped bench earlier. He slapped it hard at the man's nape, crashing back to the floor.

After seeing the man lying motionless, Paloma ran out of the kitchen. The woman's goal is the main door. However, before he could even touch the handle, there was a gun eruption. Paloma was stunned with wide eyes. He touched the back that was soaked with blood. The hot tin that someone passed to him, not just once.

Paloma grimacing. Weak, he couldn't open the door for help. His body first collapsed to the floor with blood. Before Paloma closed his eyes, he turned his head towards the sound of approaching steps.

The man walked quietly, then lowered his body next to the already helpless Paloma. The man took off the buff mask that covered part of his face. Smiling in satisfaction, the man brought his lips closer to Paloma's almost unconscious ear. “Finally, I can finish you off. Replying to the death of my lover who committed suicide, due to heartbreak with our marriage.”

“Breng .. sek .. you .. Raf-Rafa .. el.”

“Go! Meet your son, Paloma.”