The Tragedy of the Night

Part 50 Flashback 2's

With energy left, Sarga got up and stood up straight. His body felt crumpled all due to Arsen's punch so hard that some of his limbs felt no longer functioning. Sarga looked at Arsen and Ica who looked small in her sight. His clenched hands looked at the interlocking hands of Arsen and Ica, why would they hurt him? Is it wrong to love Arsen?

The feeling is not wrong, humans have the right to be happy in their own way. Why does everyone think he is crazy? No, Sarga's not crazy. But because of that damn Ica he must be branded crazy by many people. For a long time he held back his hatred and tried to accept Ica as his friend for the sake of being able to get close to Arsen.

Now what? Arsen did not see a single grain of his kindness at all, explained he who was beside Arsen when the man tried to fight his difficult times. He felt that he had been used with them, all because of Ica. Suppose Ica had not come into the lives of both of them, perhaps Arsen had accepted her. He knew this was a time when he was not allowed to know love. But this feeling just grew in his heart and even plagues until it became an obsession.

"Ica I'll avenge everything. Look at it later," said Sarga with a grin on his face.

He is a child, but not with his thoughts and behavior. Absolutely nothing reflects the childish nature that a child his age usually has. Saraga walked away from the park, walking like she was creeping as the pain all over her body gnawed at her.

Sarga led her way while being livened by the tears that melted in both corners of her eyes. He still does not accept Arsen's rejection that directly does not even hesitate to hit him, but what's wrong, whether he should not express his feelings like those outside there. 

The world is cruel, true said his parents he must not give up if he does not want to be defeated. He will rise up and prove that he is a child and more sadistic than an adult.

Sarga walked gontai towards the yard of his house. He stared at his house guards flatly, and the man looked down in fear and opened the door to let their young master in.

"Please sir" said the bodyguard.

Sarga stared lazily at the guard, cold eyes and a face that was always flat became the hallmark of a Sarga, ready to see him immediately lowered his head, and, not too handsome but the frightening aura was so felt when it was close to their little young master.

"Where's my dad?"

"Your father is inside."

He walked into the house looking for his father. Sarga's extremely apprehensive state became the confused gaze of many bodyguards? Especially when Sarga's training walk almost fell making them grimace.

Sarga who was trying to walk as much as possible was suddenly approached by a middle-aged lung man who was none other than a gardener behind their famous house very familiar with Sarga. Sarga turned to the man, his gaze can be interpreted by the gardener that is a look of sadness.

"Sir, can I help you."

"Yes. Anton if you can accompany me in the back garden," asked Sarga while fixing the bangs of her hair that fell forward to cover the little boy's eyes.

"Of course you can." Anton looked at Sarga meaningfully, "let me help you walk."

Sarga nodded in allowing. He leads his daughter to the back garden which is a strategic place for Sarga to spend her time telling stories with Anton. In this house Sarga is only close to Anton, even with his parents Sarga is not too close, unless they just talk important then they interact.

Arriving at their destination, Anton guides Sarga to a chair. He carefully served his beloved master to give a sense of comfort to Sarga.

"Sir, I'll get you some medicine first." Just now Anton wanted to leave, with Sarga swiftly blocking the man's hand.

"What's up, sir?"

"No need. I'm not a spoiled child, with a little wound like this to be treated and whine."

"But your wounds are not small."

"I said no, no Anton."

"Alright if it's for you." Anton sat beside Sarga, staring intensely at his master scrutinizing every inch of his little young master.

Sarga who was aware of the behavior of the gardener was just grunting, he stared blankly at the green garden. His sight was blank as if there was no life there anymore.

"I'm wrong to love someone. I know I'm a kid, but that doesn't mean a kid like me can't feel love" she said with a small but audible mutter, her eyes straight ahead.

Anton turned his head, he looked at his master with a smile on his old face.

"Master is not wrong, but if you are dating at this age that is wrong, you are still small and do not deserve to know love. But sir, why is it that the lord is like this? Who would dare to hurt you?" Anton asked a little panicked, he knew his master did like to fight, but for the rest of his life he had never seen Sarga lose even once, but the current state of his master is certainly a question mark for Anton.

"Arsen."

Anton's eyes instantly rounded perfectly, though, he could not believe that the person who was very close to his master suddenly killed Sarga so surprisingly that he made the child almost invisible again apparently due to the red and blue colors plus swelling adorning the face handsome young master.

"Why sir?"

"He hated me because I expressed love for him, when it was my fault that I wanted to include him if I liked him?"

Sarga's words that add up to make Anton surprised. He shook his head as he looked at the face of his master who looked furious, Anton felt if he had failed to educate his master so that Sarga had a disease Homo gene.

"It's wrong sir, it's not justified if we like the same sex. It's only natural that Arsen hates you and hits you. I'm sorry I have neglected to educate you, because I master has known love, it should be in the age of a master like this is to learn not to know love, and moreover the master loves same sex," anton said making Sarga who heard it not accept.

Sarga immediately looked at Anton who had a different opinion with her. He looked at Anton flatly, it turned out that everyone disagreed with him, everyone thought it was strange.

"What did you say? It turns out you're just like they don't understand me, I think you're the one who understands me the most, I'm wrong." There was a tinge of disappointment there as Sarga said the sentence.

There was a large wooden smash on Anton's chest when he heard Sarga's cynical remarks to him. And unfortunately again this is the first time Anton heard Sarga's words full of disappointment towards him.

Anton was stifled by Sarga's words in his heart. He could not believe that if his input for his master was regarded by Sarga as not loving the child.

"I'm sorry for my words, sir. I don't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I'm disappointed in you Anton, I thought you'd support me. Never mind I'll complain to my father to make the Ica family miserable. I don't want to lose competition with him."

"What does master mean? It's not true sir, non Ica it's your friend."

"Shut up if you don't want to get fired and never say that damn name again in front of me."

After saying that little Sarga left Anton who was silent along with his thoughts. The boy stepped alone with his insistence, he did not want to be helped at all when Anton offered him help. The situation that is far from the word good is of course the concern of many people, especially the maids who work in the house.

But when he wanted to get into the elevator of his house, it turns out his father came out of the elevator so as not to bother Sarga had to go upstairs to meet his father.

"What's wrong with you, baby? Why are you getting hurt?" Ask Sarga's father with a little emphasis.

The man hardened when he saw his only child in a bad condition, of course he could not let the person who had dared to hurt his child live quietly.

"Just tell dad, who would dare hurt you?"

Sarga raised his gaze, without hesitation he stared directly at the two eyes of the ruler in this house. His lips moved with difficulty to answer his father's question.

"I-ica yeah. He slandered Sarga hurting him, to Arsen. Until Arsen hit me. But yeah, Arsen is innocent. The guilty one is Ica. Sarga please father finish off their families all including Ica. Aren't you angry to see my condition like this?"

"No. I can't see you like that. I promise I'll kill them if that's what you want. That's not easy for me?"

Sarga smiled slantingly at her father's words. "Thank you, yeah."

"You better get in the room. Treat your wounds with bi Astrid. I'm gonna kill them tonight."

A calming night and the sound of crickets are mutually unpretentious. In a living room in a simple but elegant house it is being filled with the typical sounds of children fighting over Barbie toys. Their parents just watch from the sofa, sometimes they laugh when they see the funny behavior of their youngest child who is soon entering the age of 7 years.

"Pa! It does not feel Ica is already big yes, Ica was still in the womb of the mother," said Desi with eyes not separated with their two daughters whose age was only two years adrift.

"What mom said is right. Look, Vyu and Ica look alike, they're like twins."

Desi frowned then took her breath. His smile expands when watching their children who have grown and are active. But Rifan's words just now made Desi pay attention to her two daughters with clingy.

"What you said is true, dear. They look like twins, she looks like you."

Rifan glanced at his wife, "why is your face pouting? Is it because of your slight resemblance to them that makes you like that?"

Desi just shook her head as the answer, I don't know if he felt this was their last moment with his family, was it just his feelings like that or did this feeling signify something bad?

"So why do you look so moody, baby?"

"Mother! Papa! Ka Vyu is evil, she's cheating. Ka Vyu took all her Barbie Ica." The whining sound of the six-year-old boy made both Desi and Rifan switch their conversation.

"No mother, Vyu didn't take it. Ica alone who can not play and lose continue to fight ka Vyu."

"Sister Vyu had to budge with his sister. Just give one Barbie to Ica."

Desi's request clearly made Vyu look at his sister's annoyance, he stared at the sister's horror and was avenged by Ica.

"Tuh listen to Brother Vyu, sister Vyu should be for Ica one more barbie," said Ica excited.

Not yet had Vyu choose the barbie that he will give to Ica, suddenly Ica first has taken the most beautiful barbie among all her barbie collection Vyu.

"Don't that one. That's barbie ka Vyu."

"No. Ica doesn't want her Barbie back. Barbie's tomorrow Ica take Arsen's play."

Unconcerned by Ica's refusal, Vyu immediately moved from his place and snatched the barbie from Ica's hands.

Ica did not want to stay silent, the little lady quickly held her back. Until there is an interesting pull and scramble. Desi and Rafin who saw the situation getting hotter were immediately running away.

"Give that barbie to Vyu's ka. Let's buy tomorrow a prettier la---..."

DORRRRR

The sound of gunfire from outside, made Desi shocked. Rafin came out to see what had happened outside their home. To reduce their fear, Vyu, Ica and Desi hugged each other.

Before long they heard the gunshots repeated, until Ica and Vyu who heard them screamed in fear. Desi was made to panic when she did not get her husband back in the living room.

"Mother Ica is afraid...."

"Vyu is also mother."

"Relax everything will be fine," sure Desi although his heart is also not sure everything will be fine according to his words to the child.

Before long they heard screams. And the voice she recognized was the voice of her husband. Desi was choked on the spot as many people dressed in black walked up to them, yet that was not what shocked her half-deadly, though, but when she saw the husband who was being held with a lot of blood on his clothes.

"Rafinnnn!!!!!"

"Father!!!"

Suddenly the man in black caught Desi. Desi rebelled as the man held her back, but she fell silent as the hot lead lodged in her chest, the woman again feeling the hot lead in her hand. Until he could not hold back his consciousness, he saw death before him. The woman closed her eyes forever.

"Mother.." cried Vyu and Ica together.

Ica did not accept seeing her beloved mother hurt. So the boy tried to attack the bodyguard who shot his mother earlier.

He immediately stopped when the man he knew was standing in front of him. He knows who he is, he is Sarga's father.

"Why did you kill mom. Hix-hiks-hiks."

"You're still a snot boy" snapped Sarga's father. "Why are you slandering my son huh? You want to look for dead? Look at your mother, she's met her end because you've dared to slander my son."

"No om. Ica never slandered Sarga's sister."

"Lie you, look at my son at home he's being treated for you. If you dare to lie, then the lives of father, sister, and you bet."

Ica turned her memory back when she was with Sarga. The boy sobbed as he recalled that Sarga was in bad shape when he left her with Arsen.

"No om. Ica doesn't lie.." Ica refused, she obviously didn't slander Sarga.

"Shoot them both."

Firearms were directed at Rafin who had been dying from a gunshot to his stomach. The sound of bullets hitting the nets of Rafin's head echoed so much that the man fell to death and blood flow was not stopping out of his mouth.

"Father!!!" Shouted Vyu seeing his two parents being killed in front of him. "Hiks-hiks mother."

"Sir Vyu quickly ran away," cried Ica. But Vyu had not had time to run, the boy was first arrested Sarga's board.

Not long after Vyu was brought to the edge of the window, the person carrying Vyu dropped Vyu from the third floor which was quite high, too, a few seconds later, it sounded like something had fallen in front of the house.

"Sir Vyu.." Ica's cry broke out in the arms of the man of great stature ready to execute the boy. "Let go Ica. Please let go of Ica."

"For this boy, let me shoot him myself." Sarga's father seized one of his men's pistols.

He lifted the gun and was told to Ica who had closed his eyes ready to receive a bullet that penetrated his organs. The man pulled the trigger and......

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