The Shack

TG 1: The Wellington Family

There were sounds of rain dripping down the earth. The joke, the laughter helped color the long journey of the Wellington family. Four brothers who deliberately brought all family members on vacation on a Java island in the agenda to enjoy the end of the Christmas holiday.

The eldest brother named Tuan and Madam Delano had a single son commonly called Al, but had the long name Albern Delano. The blonde who was always quiet despite her appearance always seemed cheerful.

Brother number two is Mr and Mrs Geraldo with their only son named Ansell Geraldo or commonly called Ans. The innocent with the smallest body that always looks simple, but different from the son of Mr and Mrs Caldwell.

Arsya Caldwell prefers to be called Ar. A handsome hair with a mischievous look that clearly emanated from the look in his eyes. He was the only son of the Wellington family's third brother. The last brothers were Mr and Mrs Barack.

If brothers one through three have a son, then the youngest of the Wellington family has given the only prettiest offspring. The jutek by the name of Alexandra Barack or commonly called Ale. Well, the big family is complete and happy by loving each other.

Parents who always teach the meaning of togetherness make the four young brothers follow the footsteps of harmony of their families. After a five-hour drive from the airport. Finally the car they rented entered the spacious courtyard with a view of lush trees surrounding the villa area.

"Pa, are we really going on vacation here a week? The place was completely full of leaves," Ale chirped with amazed eyes scanning the area around the villa from inside the car, making Madame Barack smile thinly as she rubbed her hair.

Mr. Delano was even surprised to remember their daily lives are always surrounded by noise and vehicles with luxurious and sophisticated buildings. "Yup, we're all gonna have fun here. So, let's go!"

One by one, family members got out of the car. Then a small run down the path in the middle of the raindrops that began to subside. The arrival of the Wellington family was already awaited by the Villa guard who stood in front of the main door. A man with a shabby but clean appearance smiled welcoming a special guest.

"Good night, Mister, Madam, Children. Welcome to Villa Larasati." said the Guard, cupping both hands. Then rushed to open the main door that was not locked. "Come, I'll show you each other's rooms so you can refresh yourself first."

One footstep passed the entrance but suddenly the lights went out to make the children scream out loud hugging each other. The sound of the screams distracted everyone so much that the Madam busily tried to calm their hearts, while the Masters asked the guards to check what was happening.

For five minutes, everyone still chose to be silent at the door until the lights came back on. Soon the guard re-assembled with his guest, "Sorry, there seems to be an improvement from the center but take it easy as the villa also has its own power plant. Come on, come on in."

The description of the Villa Guard made the Wellington family nod their heads. One by one they walked through the main door but the children were still reluctant to let go of their hands so that each pulled each other into the living room.

As the guard said. Each family member gets a private room according to the order even their room location as in the Wellington residence. It's just that considering the children do not like the lower floors, then the parents relented by letting the heirs of the Wellington family rule the upper floors.

Three main rooms with forest view from the balcony behind the Villa. The beautiful scenery is very good to grow restore the spirit as a natural mood booster during the holiday season. Especially considering the arrival this time to spend time together.

An hour has passed. One by one the family members regrouped after cleaning themselves in their respective rooms. It turned out that the Guard was still standing still at the last place they left the man alone. A friendly smile brings comfort for a moment in a foreign home.

The alarm that rushes in the heart starts to get rid of when one step, one step at a time, down the marble floor. The voice of question and answer echoed in the silence of the night. The raindrops out there are still reluctant to turn away, although they do not change the direction of the destination along the old building.

"Ar, don't be so nosy." Ale rubbed his hands that were touching his ears, making Ans turn to look at what was happening.

Looking back and forth as if looking for something, "Ale, who did you just talk to?"

Ans' strange question, made Ale stare at the innocent with a peeking look. Is that kid working on it? Can't you see? If there was Ar behind him, especially Ar does like to jail to all his brothers. It's just that something went wrong when the brother's face looks paled.

Not afraid, but he was immediately worried. Then without permission to hold the forehead, then down to the neck just to check the body temperature Ans. Cold, that means no fever. Is it because of the sauce? It could be because his brother was the easiest to fall ill when he neglected to maintain health.

"Mama Caldwell! Ans is sick, can I rest?" Exclamation Ale. Sontak distracts everyone who immediately walked up to the two, then check on Ans.

As always, if one of the family members is sick. So whatever is being done must be stopped without a second thought. Unfortunately Ans felt more depressed when too many gazes looked at him for worrying about him.

Ar, who is aware of the discomfort of the brother, asked for permission from parents so that fellow brothers are allowed to keep the teenager. An idea that is often a classic reason to love one another.

Papa Barack agrees because Ar's idea is always the same and always effectively restores Ans's calm. Especially as a doctor, he also applies the main mental health system. The patient should feel comfortable with the surrounding environment. Not harboring emotions, storing tension, let alone thinking too hard.

The central side main room that was supposed to belong to a Ale. Now it belongs to the four brothers. Ar, Ans, Al, and Ale themselves. The gang trouble maker A. Those who love adventure should spend all night watching. Children still have young blood that is difficult to contain.

Just look at Ar. The fabulous hair that was even engrossed in rummaging through the contents of Ale's backpack. I don't know what he was looking for to make the owner of the bag pat a rough forehead. Really the most annoying brother. How could? That one boy took out all the items that had been arranged in such a way.

"Ar, the hunted enter my stuff! What are you looking for, anyway?" ale asked curiously as he was sure he did not have any items that boys could use.

But what was asked to clean up was simply ignoring it. "Caldwell Arsya!"