THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

At home

Rafa sat pensively on the balcony of his room. He still couldn't believe his life had changed. Yeah, he should be happy to have parents but his little heart can't lie. Although both his parents recognized him as his son, but is it enough with a confession?

He thought he would be happy if he met his parents and lived with them. But reality says otherwise, why is life so unfair?. Everyone else's words, Livian and Quenby, hurt her so much. Isn't there a little love for her? is it so bad for a bastard in their eyes? both of his parents treated him unfairly. Or is Rafa's delusion too high? wish to be happy and get love from your parents?

Rafa was still sitting in his room chair facing the table, his tiny hands were curled up and then turned off the wall lighting on the table with a blank look.

In his mind, in his ears, all he imagined and heard was insults from either a schoolmate or those around him who would often bully and gossip about him being an illegitimate child.

"I was born by mistake, do I also have to bear that mistake?" mumbling slowly.

"Click!" the lights are bright.

"So petty is the mind of people who think of me as a disgusting creature that does not deserve to live like other children?" ask him to yourself.

"Click click!" the lights light up and then it gets dark.

"Why are they so easy to distinguish I'm a bastard? the truth is I was born spotless like any other child?" a cynical smile fell on the corner of his lips.

"Click click!"

"I'm a good boy, very good. But it turns out they rated me bad, all right. I follow the game of destiny to the point where the limits of my ability conquer my own destiny. Ahhaha!"

"Click!" the lights are bright when the door opens. Rafa turned his head and smiled very sweetly when he saw Quenby enter his room and smiled and then sat on the chair opposite Rafa.

"Momy.."what's Rafa.

"Darling, haven't you slept?" quenby looked at his son's face. "Sleep, I'm sleepy and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Can you work with me?" pinta Quenby so that Rafa quickly rested because he also felt tired.

"Aren't you going to school again tomorrow?" ask Quenby.

"I want to change schools" replied Rafa.

"I'm a smart mom, I want to go to a higher school. I'm tired of school there!" sahut Rafa's.

"Son, you don't be weird."

"Did my request look weird?" tanya Rafa clasped Quenby's hand tight.

"Hey baby, you're hurting me." Quenby pulled Rafa's hand which grabbed him.

"Sorry Mom..I didn't accidentally.hurt? which pain is with my heart." said Rafa softly barely audible.

"What did you say, honey?" ask Quenby.

"It's okay Mom. I just said sorry." Answer Rafa.

"Yes, now you rest. As for your wishes, I'm talking to your father."

Quenby kisses Rafa on the forehead and leaves his son's room for Quenby's private room. Arriving in the room, Quenby immediately tells Rafa's wishes to Livian.

"So she could have moved to high school, but would she have been able to answer all the questions about high school lessons properly?" ask Livian back.

"What if we try? I'm afraid Rafa became like yesterday if we forbid." Quenby.

"Yes, we'll try tomorrow." Livian answered and laid her body on the bed.

"Thank you, you want to follow my son's wishes." Quenby said, then lay down next to Livian preparing to go to sleep.

Outside the room, Rafa was eavesdropping on their conversation by bringing his ears closer to the door.

"If parents don't trust me, let alone others?" rafa Mummings.