The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

A Gift From God

It felt like one second the world stopped for him.close his ears tightly, as if he did not want to hear a voice he was very familiar with was yelling at each other. closing the doors that were blocking the sound, he could not hear very clearly, and the lights he had turned off to hide his small body curled up at the end of the room.

like a world that was hitting his body with thousands of arrows that was like there was no mercy for him.

while outside the door was right in front of the door, the sound of knocking had tried a thousand times to persuade him to open the door, but one step he did not dare to step.

"go away" she trembled with her tears that described her fear.

after that no more knocking sounds were heard, replaced with the sound of glass throwing accompanied by a cry that never subsided.

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he forgot the spare key.

"go away" the sound of the door was like it made his heart shake so violently.

faintly he heard the roar of breath that was getting closer to him, the clearer in his ears the closer his tiny body was to the wall that was already very cold.

"hey" managed to find it. then crouched resting on one leg.

the sound made him tremble.

"go away" his body shook violently.His hand was getting docked on his earlobe.

"control yourself" his hand extended slowly to the shoulder that had been shaking from earlier.

"go away" he shouted away.

"control yourself" returned her screams and managed to hold onto her trembling shoulders.

the breath that is stirring, the lips that have paled and the eyes that are not like a young child.

"control yourself" he said repeatedly.

he himself had no power to stare into the swollen eyes of the darkness. the light he intentionally did not turn on and just a dimly lit sleeping lamp became a glimmer of light he found a small body docked to the wall.

"go away" her almost inaudible hoarse voice was accompanied by her sobs.

"do you remember that promise you made after you saw me about to end my life?" cupped a face so scared just to raise his gaze.

while he was shaking, he was shaking.

"i'll make you remember" she slowly touched the hand that was closing her ears.

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"don't say anything don't say anything" curled back up and his voice grew more trembling so his voice was unclear.

"look at my eyes" holding onto his shoulder the umpteenth time, his hand trembled following the tremors of his shoulder.

Keep closing his ears tightly and shaking in fear.His legs kick even if it does not reach his reach at all.

"everything will go everything will go everything will go everything will go" repeated his sentence.Even now tears are no longer willing to be his silent witness.

"have I ever left you?" he finally shouted to stop the sentence that the boy repeated.

The sentence finally came to a halt, he unconsciously removed his palm from the flushed earlobe.raised his head, and saw all traces of dried tears on his cheeks.

"i will never leave you" trying not to make her voice stammer after seeing all the traces of tears that were like ornaments stuck to her face.

For the first time the boy could hear only one voice, either the cry was over or the god was granting his prayer.

"like the promise you made back then to me" stared meaningfully at the black bead.

well, the boy only heard one voice - the voice that was echoing in front of him, and the wind that felt slapped his very cold cheek.

"even if the world leaves you, I'll never leave you" a line the boy said a few years ago, now he says it.

No matter how loud the sound is out there, he can't hear it. He can only hear the voice of the boy he plays with every time.

"grip my hand, never think I'm going to leave you" eyes that always stare coldly, now for the first time those eyes pour out warmth.

only for her, that warmth is there only for him.

Like an older brother stopping his sister's cries, so too, grabbing a smaller body from him and putting it in his arms. trying to make the last scream that filters from the other room does not penetrate the eardrum that was covered earlier.

Like a warning from God, the clock placed on the table reads. After staring at the number the boy gently rubbed the back hair he was hugging, placing his lips on the flushed earlobe, reddened, then he said.

"happy birthday" he whispered with a clear liquid dripping at the end of his eye.

The whisper came back to wake him up when he woke up and he could already hear the sound of the rain whirring that did not know when to drip it. The scream was no longer heard, he did not hear anymore, only the sound of a sobbing sound was held up in rhythm with the rain stubs out there.

the universe began to revolve around him.

At first he imagined a big cake in front of him with a candle that would be blown together with his parents, but it would all just be a mere wish that he would never get again. he regarded this as a gift from God directly for him, because he believed that whatever happened at the will of God must have been his wisdom.

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ps: remind the author if there is a typo