
Sinta seemed to look so happy when she saw her father become the winner in that fight. His father, who is famous as a high-level swordsman, has won many victories in a fight.
That's why Sinta was determined from childhood to want to be like his father, but his father did not allow him to become a swordsman. Naturally his father acted like that, he was afraid that something bad would happen if his son set foot in the martial world that was notoriously cruel and cruel if he did not have qualified strength.
A sense of happiness overflowing in his heart witnessed his father's victory. He then revolted from his mother's embrace and immediately ran as fast as possible to where his father was intending to give a warm hug.
Sinta's mother was surprised by her son's attitude, without being able to do anything Sinta was now separated from her embrace. Sinta then ran as fast as possible towards her father while her mother tried to chase after him from behind. A sweet smile adorned the faces of the two, that night they thought it was all over.
“Dad... Fathering... Father...”, screeched Sinta while running towards her father. Even with his small steps do not cover his agility in running.
His mother was even overwhelmed to chase him from behind. He understood the attitude of his son who was so dear to his father.
"Thank you God", inner mother Sinta.
The calm feeling he felt now was only a momentary calmness. After what happened he would never think of before, a fate that had been prepared by this family finally happened.
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The carefree face as well as the joyful cries of her son faintly sounded in the ears of Sinta's father. His originally dark gaze slowly began to be able to see even faintly. From far away, his wife and son ran towards him.
More surprisingly his son ran very fast towards him, he smiled seeing that. Sinta's father thought it was over, and he managed to save his family tonight.
But fate says otherwise, when the distance of his son and the red devil is near. Without them noticing, the red demon awoke from a condition that almost cost him his life. With the remnants of the power that the red demon possessed plucked a claw out of his hand.
The pain of course he felt but saw an opportunity to avenge his son he endured the pain. After the claw managed to escape then he threw it towards Sinta. The claw flew straight towards Sinta, her father and mother were aghast at that.
Sinta's father tried to get up from his kneeling position to dispel the attack, but his body was like a huge rock. So heavy and pain that continues to come due to the injuries he suffered.
He tried to get up as much as possible but in fact he did not succeed, due to too much force he finally fell lying on the ground because he continued to force himself. He could only see the claw continuously darting towards his son.
“SINTAAAAA!!!!!!”, screeched at her father when the claws directed at Sinta were already close to her.
He did not want to lose the fruit of his heart that he loved so much, the feeling of sadness and anger mixed into one moment imagining what would happen next.
And what happened was predictable, the claw is now lodged in the body of his mother Sinta, right in the direction of his heart but not to penetrate his body.
“Mother... Mother...”, Sinta looked towards her mother, her mother's body began to tremble making her worry. “Mommy is okay? Please answer mother”, Sinta continues to look at her mother's face which is now starting to pale.
With a gentle smile her mother replied to a question from her son, “Mom is okay son, mother is just cold”, her mother replied quietly while stroking her head.
But the smile did not last long, not long after that his mother fell to the ground. Blood flowing out from the edge of her mother's lips made Sinta scream hysterically, “Mother! Mama! Why is there blood in my mouth? Dad help mom, dad!”, Sinta screamed so badly while crying in front of her mom.
Sinta's cry finally broke that night, she didn't want anything to happen to her mother. His heart was as if sliced by a knife as he saw his mother lying in pain in front of him. She who was a child could do nothing and could only cry near her mother.
She clasped her mother's hand tightly and occasionally pulled it, “Mom woke up mom, mom!”, she kept crying as she was.
His mother who saw and heard the cries of her son tried to be calm. Although his body was currently in pain and did not stop shaking, he tried to smile at his son.
She gently stroked Sinta's hair while saying, “Son, please take care of your father. I'm sorry I couldn't see you growing up, don't be so sad. Be a good person later..”, his mother told Sinta who was still crying.
Like being struck by lightning speech from his mother made Sinta become increasingly hysterical. Her mother's hand that gently stroked her hair now fell to the ground before her. Sinta was silent for a moment before hugging her mother's body which was now stiffened, her mother breathed her last with a smiling face to her.
Sinta's father who was watching from a distance began to shed tears. His sadness could not be contained anymore, losing the figure of the woman he loved really made his heart become sick.
But according to the prevailing destiny where there is a meeting there will also be a farewell. But of course his heart still did not accept having to be separated like this, what mistake he had done so that he had to accept this kind of fate.
His son's voice kept calling him asking him to hurry to where his wife was. He then crept in with the remnants of the energy he was trying to gather. Slowly but surely he kept creeping to get closer to his wife and son.
The pain in his body seemed to disappear and be replaced by a matchless feeling of sadness. Not long after he arrived where his wife was, he clasped his wife's hand which now felt cold while saying, “I'm sorry kanda, he said, this is all wrong kanda” his tears broke when he looked at his wife's face.
“Dad, father's mother”, the remark was repeated by Sinta when her father was already nearby.
Due to too much shock Sinta finally fainted beside her mother with her hands still tightly grasping her mother's hands.