The Son of Mr. Gifari
The Good Father
mrs Maya still faithfully accompanied me at the funeral. It was getting darker, black clouds began to swarm over us, a sign that the rain was about to fall. The red white school uniform has now been changed to a brown color of mud. My moans and sobs are so heartbreaking. No more escape and shade for me in this world. I'm benar2 myself!I want to go with my parents! I want to go in there too.
"Holy, what are you doing?! " shouted Miss Maya hysterically. He stopped both of my hands that were digging 2 of my father's graves. I rebelled! clutching Maya's hand. I have to get in there! I will accompany my parents here! I'm gonna sleep here! I don't have anyone2 except the two of them!!
"Holy stop it, baby, don't do it! There's mom, remember baby there's still mom here for you! " I was held tightly by Maya's mother, she held me while I roared2 and cried as2nya. I called 2 and I called 2 my father and my mother hoped that both would come and be transformed again. I'm too small for a test this big! I can't live alone! Why is this happening to me? Why take my parents? Who will I live with?
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"Holy! " I ran away from home, my memory waking me up if my father and mother had disappeared. When I woke up, I sat down and noticed a room that was familiar to me. This is our room, me dad, and mom sleeping three in this little room. Tears fell, I do not accept reality 2 now I just myself. I remember two graves near the end of the village, the last house of my parents. Do you know if they are comfortable living on the ground? How do they sleep? Usually in the soil of many caterpillars and worms, will they not be bitten? What am I supposed to do? I have to look after them. I kept pushing my two legs that were not worth apa2 at all, to get to the cemetery soon. I don't care if Maya's screaming after me back there, I'll just stay with my parents in the cemetery. I don't give a shit! I will accompany them!
Grep's!
"Let go!! "I rebelled trying to escape from the clutches of Maya's mother's hand.
"Don't baby! Saints can't go there! Holy, listen to me! " I was held tighter. My hand rebelled, I hit 2 fingers Maya's mom tight.
"Aragh!! " I did it, my gigtan hurt Maya's hand. The woman wagged her hand2 resisted the pain.I've been running hard, no matter the agonizing Maya ma'am.
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"Holy! Holy ones! Son! Holy ones! " I smothered my mouth with both hands, I didn't want them to find me. I'm hiding in a bush, I don't want to be taken by Maya and the 2nd man. I'm not leaving my parents. My small body allowed me to hide well without anyone realizing this hiding place.
The horde had left, leaving me alone in the cemetery. I miss Maya, she cried leaving the funeral and kept calling and calling my name. I'm afraid, now I'm alone in this forest. But why go back home? I won't find anyone there! I'm moving out of hiding, so quiet and dark here. There's just me. Tears fell slowly as I approached the graves of my two parents. I'm not afraid anymore, aren't there fathers and mothers here? This is better than home or anywhere else. I'm gonna stay here.
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For two days I slept in the cemetery and only ate the guava fruit that grew a lot near the grave. Every time 2 people come looking for me, I'll hide and pray to God that they don't find me. It seems that my prayer2 is always heard by Him so I don't even get them. Sometimes I'm afraid, 2 strange sounds at night sound so clear. Sometimes I hear grass2 around me rubbing, what is it? I was too scared to guess and guess. But the fear disappeared as I stared at it and held the grave ground of my parents. I'm here not alone, there they are. I smiled as tears flowed down my face.
"Ergh???" I squirm weakly, I think someone's stroking the tip of my head? My body hurts all, I feel so tired, I'm weak helpless so hard even just to move for me. Is that dad? Is that mom? Maybe they've come back. I smiled comfortable with the caress, not even I opened my eyes I was so fond of the touch I knew it was my father.
"Son? " I'm moaning fatigue, that's not dad's voice? I slowly opened my eyes, trying to fix my slightly blurry eyesight from crying too much. Ah no! It must be Maya and her 2nd person, wanting me to run away but my body is very weak. I don't want to go home! I was crying, though,
"Son, what are you doing here alone?" The hand stroked my head again, I tried to see clearly, he was a father wearing a black suit. Very rarely do I see gap2 like that here?
"J-j-don't, take the Saints away. Saints want to be here with mom and dad! Hiks hiks, don't force Saints to go!" I cried weakly, hoping that the father would understand. Unexpectedly, the Bapak2 raised my small body and carried it in his lap. She held me tight and hugged me with love. His fingers rubbed and stroked my hair slowly. I cried in his arms for a long time. I pulled the collar of the Father's shirt and shed tears there.
"Ssh, baby don't cry.. Ssyyshh" I cried like that before the father finally spoke again.
"Is this the graves of father and mother?"
