The Son of Mr. Gifari

The departure of a beloved

My story begins when my little world turns into a dark, gripping world. I can't remember exactly how old I was when my mom and dad left me. Instead of going back, they are gone forever. I was surprised when Maya's mother my homeroom classmate came in class with a face that was difficult for a child2 my age to understand. He approached and looked at me and again2 I could not understand his expression.

"Holy..Son! You should go home, "he said in a trembling voice. I want to ask what's up? The lesson isn't over? It's not time to go home yet! Belun had all the contents of this head I applied to him, arrived2 mother back to voice, and,...

"Your father and mother, accident. They're dead! " I was still glued, berusha digesting Maya's mother's sentence just now. My forehead was wrinkled, my two eyeballs stared in disbelief at Maya's mother.I, who was small and innocent, could not understand the meaning of the sentence. Maya's mother began to shed her tears, the beautiful woman clasped my arm tightly, she grabbed my pink backpack that was on the table and held it. Sobs began to sound coming out of Maya's mother's mouth. I really can't digest everything! Is this real? Am I a dream? Is that dead? a few weeks ago also Tasya his mother died and I don't understand that? I was pulled away by Maya's mother leaving the classroom. My heart started pounding so hard. I was silent, unable to think or think anything. Is that dead? Does that mean I'm gonna be like Tasya? Kulirik figure next to me who looks faithful dropped his tears from earlier. Maya's mother hugged me from the side as if giving me strength not to weaken. Her sobs were still there, as the car made its way to my house.

That's my house, a little hut with a broken zinc roof. The car stopped right in front of a crowd of people2 who were sitting crowded at home. I was stunned to see so many people gathered at home, What is this? Are you right2 my parents are gone? But-but where did they go? died where? my two innocent eyeballs were still glaring from the car window, I saw for myself how was the gaze of the person2 there looking at me with an expression that I did not understand?

"Here down, my mother" said Maya, opening me the door of the car. My little body finally came down and climbed to the ground.Pang2 there were crying and hiding their faces after looking at me. I wiped away the sweat that had gathered on my forehead, my body was shaking off2and I was trying to digest everything that had happened today. I remember with my parents, this morning we had a threesome while mom and dad were going to work. Their happy faces were still wet in my memory. I thought hard and again2 I didn't understand it. Are mom and dad inside? They dead? Is that dead?

I was brought into the house by Maya's mother, I looked at the face2 who was crowded inside my little house, I was restless, I was afraid! My dad! My mama! I want to meet them! We walked in a very narrow middle room, where my parents and I spent time together, usually where we would eat together or just joke. My eyes were focused on something wrapped in batik cloth there. There were two people who were sleeping on their backs on the floor of my house but the cloth covered their entire bodies. I dragged Maya's mother to sit next to two people I don't recognize? Who's sleeping on that? I refused to come closer, I was afraid! I want to run! My wrist was firmly gripped by Maya's mother, with a little coercion I finally sat near the two people who I was afraid to see.

In the next second, a woman I knew if she was next door to my house was throwing batik cloth that perfectly covered the entire body of the figure near me. He sank the two cloths from the body2. My eyes were round, I was surprised to find out who was sleeping?!

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Tears, tears and only tears..

My head was full of the shadows on the faces of my parents, I couldn't stand up, rather I couldn't accept all of this. I don't know how many times I was said to have passed out by Maya's mom. I cried sobbing, sometimes I could no longer bear the pressure from inside the chest that was about to burst out. My voice was stuck in the esophagus so this sobbing sounded very heartbreaking to everyone. The bodies of both my parents were taken away to the local cemetery while I was still unconscious. I didn't see my parents in the house. That person2 has taken both of them away Want me to catch up with stopping that person2! Don't take them away, I don't have anyone2 but them. But tired of whipping my small body.