THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

Jealous

The day starts at dusk, on the western horizon looks a tinge of orange gives a beautiful color. Avram and Rafa have been sitting in the park since noon. They spent time after the basketball game against Joy.

Rafa is still reluctant to go home, he still wants to be next to Avram. Joking and chatting spending time with my beloved father.

"See Dad!" point Rafa towards a mother cat who is breastfeeding her cubs on the grass.

Avram turned her gaze towards the cat at a glance, then glanced towards Rafa.

"What does a father and mother mean in your eyes? what's the difference between the two?" ask Avram seriously.

Rafa glanced for a moment towards Avram. Leaning his body on the chair, folding both his hands on his chest with a gaze towards the sky then took a deep breath.

"Mom and Dad are no different to me. Equally have important roles, complement each other to bring the family, his daughter's son reach a dream. Father and Mother are equally self-sacrificing, struggling, in different ways even though the role of father is often invisible."

Rafa's speech touched Avram's heart, his eyes glazed with glass. At the age of 11-year-old Rafa is an adult before his time. Although maturity is not determined by age.

"Then what's the difference between Livian and me?" ask Avram heart.

rafa was silent for quite a while, he did not hurriedly answer Avram's question. He smiled sinisterly taking a deep breath and then he exhaled slowly.

"With your responsibility there is no difference. The love you have is the same value even though the purpose is different. But you are equally loving, whether for whom the affection is aimed. But sometimes, our eyes and hearing are often deceiving, judging first without being able to consider." Rafa was at length. Then he turned his head towards Avram, clasping his hand tightly.

"You look very mature, dear." said Avram patting Rafa's hand.

"Don't you ask me how much I love you, don't ask me if I love you. I have a different way of loving you." Rafa.

"Rafa..me-?"

"No need to say, Dad, let my heart judge. I'm tired of this shit." Cut Rafa.

"Aren't you mad at me?" ask Avram.

Rafa shook his head, then leaned his head on Avram's shoulder. Both of them looked at the sky, their minds were far off.

Quenby stood on the porch anxiously, many times glancing at his watch which was already showing at 19:00.

It was dark, but Rafa did not come home. Although Rafa has been telling Quenby since noon that Rafa is with Avram. There's jealousy in Quenby's heart for Avram. The man always managed to take his son's heart, and his son could linger long at Avram's side.

Quenby was worried that Avram would take Rafa back. But the bad thoughts back he tepis remembering the disease he suffered. Maybe it's better for Rafa to be closer to his father, if someday he has to go. That's what's on Quenby's mind right now.

"Rafa hasn't come home yet?" ask Livian.

"Not yet!" suhut Quenby without turning a single look towards Livian who was standing beside him.

A taxi stopped in front of the gate of his house. Rafa and Avram walk out the taxi door. Then Rafa walked into the courtyard, while Avram was just standing in front of the gate making sure Rafa had reached his runway. After that, he got back into the taxi leaving Quenby's house.

"Mom..Dad.." Sapa Rafa smiled then lowered his head. "I'm sorry, I came home late."

"Why do you always forget the time when you've met your Dad? why don't you think about how I feel worried about you, Rafa?" quenby asked along with a hint of jealousy.

"Mom.he's my dad. Why should Mommy be worried? wasn't I-?"

"Don't argue! go inside your room, clean your body and we'll eat together!" quenby's orders.

"Mom..me-i?"

"Don't tell me you're full." Quenby

"No, Mom. Okay, I'll go to the room first." Rafa walked into the house. He didn't want to argue and hurt Quenby's feelings. Rafa chose to be quiet and eat together even though he was full.

"Calm down, you don't have to get angry." Livian's words calmed Quenby down.

"That's it, let's go in!"

Livian just kept quiet, watching Quenby's back come into the house. Then he stepped up to Quenby and closed the door.