The Sky and the Stars

David Arsenio

"Ma, please set me free!"

Dara begged mercifully at the woman in front of her. Unfortunately, the woman did not pay attention at all. The highlight of his eyes still remained sharp as if he was stabbing his daughter's heart cruelly.

"I'm tired, Ma." Dara says softly.

Laras grinned. He walked and squatted in front of Dara who was still tied up. The chain was not only wrapped around his feet and hands but also wrapped around his life.

"You said tired? Even this is just about to start." He spoke at the same time with his hands firmly grasping the two sides of Dara's face.

The girl stared pleadingly at the woman who held the status of her mother. The eyes of both are clashing. A young woman with a glare in her eyes with a glowing black bead, just like a clear sky with a moonlight in the middle of a pitch-black night. Those eyes were truly beautiful, as beautiful as a shady moon. There is no hate in it. The eyes are always staring at the twinkle of love, never judging and never holding a grudge even though the pain often he receives.

Different from the adult woman in front of him. Although those eyes were exactly the same beauty that the girl in front of him had, his way of looking at his opponent was always full of intimidation. His eyes were always sharp and hateful. Eyes as beautiful as the moon as if stained by the endless flashes of vengeance, always there, are always real.

The grip he released so violently that he turned Dara's head to the side.

"What does your mom want from me?" ask him to hold back his pill stuffing.

There was no answer he got from his mother. The woman was so mysterious, so many secrets she had hidden. Dara didn't get that answer. Every time Dara tried to ask her what her mother wanted, she always dodged and left. Just as he was doing at the moment, his steps started to drift away and Dara was only able to see that with a wounded look.

***

"How's the condition?"

Someone in a dark blue shirt suit paired with black material pants, and shiny black pentofel shoes attached beautifully to his feet. The man is now in the ICU-written room of the capital's renowned hospital with a doctor in front of him.

"The chances for him to survive are slim, but just pray that a miracle will come for him." After saying that, the doctor passed. Stay here, looking at someone inside who is still breathing because of the help of the small hoses attached to his body.

"Dav, you've almost paid the price for your mistake!" Ferdi muttering. "But that doesn't mean you can go quietly. There's still work you haven't done, Dav!"

And after saying that, the man walked away from the room.

David Arseno, the man is now on the verge of despair. Maybe his life was just at the ends of the needles stuck in his veins.

Ah, about that poor guy. Almost half of his age he was hiding from guilt. Covered behind the cold bars he never felt worthy to get an apology.

That man was someone full of love. Unfortunately, he was betrayed by the person he loved the most. Then he turned into someone who no longer had a heart. His life was destroyed.

Bad things and even the worst things he does. Until he destroys the life of a girl who has no idea who she is. It is like the incarnation of a creature from the world of darkness who by the bringas preyed on the girl.

In conditions as bad as today, there is one thing that has always been a burden on him. His mistake was not only to trouble one person's life but also to ruin one's life again.

He is the source of that mistake, he should be the only one who deserves to be punished. But the universe seems unsatisfied with punishing only himself, so that someone who is completely innocent must also serve the punishment for the mistakes he made.

A drop of an eye fell from the corner of his eye. The dewy water slowly ran down his line of eyes until it broke between the corners of his ears.

Such was the remorse that burdened him, or the unforgivable sin of his past.

"Please let go of me. Let go of me!" He continued to scream pleading as if he was now facing a monster ready to pounce on him.

And then he got up and took something near him. A bassball stick he pointed in front of him.

"Don't come any closer! Or I'll kill you!"

He said it many times. He swung the stick and hit the flower vase. The sound of shards then pulled someone to come and see what was going on inside the room.

Prissa, find the Madam in a state of chaos. The beautiful girl with an emotionless flat face ran to hold the big madam.

"Mom Barrel, calm down!"

He hugged the woman from behind. The barrel that kept rebelling made Prissa a little defeated. The girl tightened her embrace, "Lunas Mother please calm down!"

Patiently Prissa persuaded Laras to calm down, until the woman finally gave up and dropped her bassball baton on the floor.

"Bu Laras is okay, there is me here who will continue to look after Mom," said Prissa softly.

"Now the medicine is taken, Mom!" Prissa thrust a glass of water and some medicine from inside the table drawer.

Baras just complied without saying anything. Prissa is indeed very reliable, the girl somehow came from which part of the world to be an assistant and secretary of a Larasati.

"Does Mom need anything?" Prissa asked when she saw Laras had calmed down enough.

Laras.

Prissa put the glass back on the table. Prissa looked compassionately at the woman who should be the same age as her mother.

"Prissa...!" call her and Prissa's attention is on what the woman will say. "Begging the bodyguards to release the guard!"

Prissa darted out of the room and looked for the whereabouts of the bodyguards. Prissa's eyes caught what he was looking for.

"Hey...You!" Prissa called someone.

With a little impetus the man approached her, "What's wrong with Prissa?"

"Quickly release Dara from the basement." he said.

With a nod of understanding the man stepped up quickly, leaving Prissa who always put on her flat face.

Prissa went back inside to see Baras's mom.

Seriate...

Hi reader sorry yes, short cada chapter in this cool author again sleepy heavy. If I continue, please sing. Hahaha.welcome to read.