THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

Beginning of meeting

Arriving at home, Quenby and Rafa are also welcomed by Elena who is very sweet.

"Tante, Om, I've prepared lunch. Do you want to have lunch or take a break?" elena lowered her head for a moment.

"Let's eat Elena, I want to talk to you." Quenby.

"What's Auntie doing?" ask Elena.

"I want you to get married soon." Quenby turned towards Rafa who was just silent.

"I don't want to!" reject Rafa.

"Rapha!" snapped Quenby glaring.

"Quite Quen! let your son rest!" bela Avram was getting upset.

"No need for aunt." Elena said.

"Why Elena?" ask Quenby.

"I already have a boyfriend, and he wants to marry me." Answer Elena. "He's a good man, responsible, he accepts me for who I am even though he's not a virgin anymore."

Hearing Elena's statement like that, Rafa no longer cared. To think everything Elena said was a lie.

"Sy little sister Elena?" rafa murmured in his heart.

"You see!" point Quenby towards Elena, but his gaze is sharp towards Rafa.

"Elena is still lucky to have such a good lover, but I'm more unlucky to have such an irresponsible son like you!"

"Deg!"

Like being bitten by thousands of ants, Rafa's heart aches. Hearing the words of his own mother, he just believed, just been happy, just now he was trying to be the best for his family. Again and again hurtful speech had destroyed all the trust Rafa had. A plain child like a white paper has now been tarnished by sheer selfishness.

"Quen, can't you keep your words to your own son? can't you stop blaming your son? where's the Quen I used to admire?" Avram was really disappointed.

"Keep defending your son who is clearly guilty, what will he be!" Quenby's reply was angry. "I've tried to be a good mother, it's still wrong!"

Rafa took a deep breath, then went up the stairs to the second floor of the house. The quarrels continued unceasingly, blaming each other accusing each other made Rafa even more hurt.

Elena who was at the bottom, looked up at Rafa who was still standing on the second floor watching her parents quarrel.

"Hahaha, look at Rafa. The actual show will start soon, this is not how much. You will feel what my mother and father have felt." Elena said in her heart.

***

Not a firearm stuck to a scary head. Criminals are not always the ones holding firearms, behaving badly and having a spooky face. The villain to look out for is the one who always looks sweet, kind, but like a time bomb that can explode at any time and destroy everything.

Rafa's day was no longer pleasant, the house where he rested was like hell. There was always a trigger for his parents' quarrel. The reason they fought was her.

Slowly but surely, Rafa begins to fortify himself. Hurt before being hurt, will never accept the kindness of others and do not believe in sincerity. Whatever there is must be reciprocity, give and take.

He sat at the stop, lit a cigarette, and then sucked it inside. It was getting dark, but Rafa had not moved from his seat. His gaze was fixed on a long-haired woman, was teasing om om a striped nose to be her prey. Without realizing it, a girl sitting next to him clutching a small guitar, it turns out that the girl is one of the buskers in the city of Jakarta.

The girl's gaze was the same as looking at the woman who continued to tease a rich man who was looking for pleasure.

"I guess it's just that I'm crazy in this town, it turns out there's a lot crazier." Mumbled the girl.

Rafa turned towards the girl sitting next to him, then turned his gaze back towards the woman again.

"For the cigarettes, dong, tamarind!" the girl patted Rafa on the shoulder.

Rafa turned his head back, then took out a box of cigarettes from his bag with a bat, placed next to the girl.

"Thank you!"

The girl took one cigarette, then lit it. He smoked a cigarette in the deep and then exhaled into the air.

"It's wisdom!" his eyes closed, enjoying every puff of cigarettes.

Rafa remained silent, reluctant to reply the girl said. But suddenly a burly man came to the girl and asked for a sum of money.

"Fucking kid!" he screamed while clutching the collar of the girl's shirt. "Not working for money is even cool courting!!"

"Patience is bang, lonely again." Answer the girl.

"Gat!!"

The burly man slapped, until the girl turned to the side and sat down on the asphalt road. Fresh blood flowed from the corner of her lips, and Rafa just silently watched the show, not the least of which she was reluctant to help.

"Remember Al, you have to deposit the money at 12 p.m. If you disavow, I'll make sure you die!" threatening the man stared mercilessly, his right leg kicked the foot of the girl called Al, and passed away.

Rafa was speechless when he saw Al grimacing in pain. Then the girl stood up, picking up the guitar lying on the bench.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" ask Al.

"Nothing, I was just thinking of a joke!" sahut Rafa finally spoke up.

Al chuckled, patting Rafa's shoulder hard enough. "I just don't want to feel any worse, even though the reality is already so bad beyond the carcass."

Rafa fell silent, watching Al move his legs away from Rafa. He looked at Rafa for a long time.

"Hey, you! i'm Aluna!" exciting Aluna.

But Rafa just silently stared at the girl's back until it disappeared from view. Rafa took a deep breath, stuck in a smile at the corner of his lips. Then leave the stop and go back home.