The Tragedy of the Night

The Part 50 Flashback 3

Just now Martin's fingertip, Sarga's father, pulled the trigger, suddenly one of his bodyguards who saw the rat crawling beside his leg immediately shrieked and accidentally knocked into the arm of Martin who was about to fire a hot bullet towards Ica, and the gun was pointed at itself and shot him in the head.

"Akhn....."

"Bosscum!!!!" Shouted Martin's men when they saw their master shot himself in the head.

The man who blocked Ica's arm immediately released the child and approached his master who had faced the angel of death. Ica did not waste this opportunity, she ran out of the house to seek help. But just as he wanted to go down the stairs of his house, one of Martin's men saw the action of Ica. Then the person immediately ran and caught Ica back.

"Hiks-hiks release Ica. Help me!!! Help!!!" Ica screamed as loud as she could for her neighbor to hear her cry for help. But it seems free, because Ica's house is located far away from the crowd, and the distance is far enough from the next house to cause no one to know about the massacre.

"Silence you boy!!!" The impact frightened Ica, "you must take us to the madam, for you have dared to kill the great lord."

Hearing the insertion from the man, the little woman immediately shook her head and cried hysterically. He did not cry for fear of death, but he cried because of himself his family had to be affected. Why are they so evil to him, when he was a child and did not understand anything, but why can they believe Sarga's words deliberately slandering him. He did not know why the Sarga he knew so well would do that to him.

Ica knows whatever the child's wishes must be his parents obey, especially about killing. It has even become their hobby, Sarga's father and mother are quite famous in this city. Who does not know with them, they are the richest person number 1 in the city of California, then followed by his father Arsen, Davit. In addition to being the richest man, his father Sarga is also known as the cruelest Mafia in the city. Therefore his father always forbade him to be friends with Sarga, but he always denied his father's warning. And now Ica feels for herself the impact of being friends with Sarga.

"Father, sister Vyu. Hiks, Ica was afraid," Ica said as she sobbed, her eyes never separated from the bodies of her parents. He wanted to touch the faces of his parents for the last time. Ica wanted to come out to see her brother who had taken his life there due to being dropped from a high enough floor.

"Release Ica. Brother Arsen please Ica!!!!!"

"Just you scream, the boy won't hear it."

"All of you are evil, give me back my mother" said Ica with her hands always beating the chest of the man who was carrying her.

"Malik you better get the kid in the car, he's so noisy. And for the bodies of his family you throw them into the open sea, and dispose of them on separate islands" their commander ordered.

"Okay ndan" they said simultaneously.

"Make sure these events don't know anyone let alone the police."

"And, then what about the body of the master?"

"I can take care of it."

Afterwards they did the work of each of them that their commander had shared. Malik takes Nisa into the car according to their superiors' orders.

"Ica won't come with you. Ica want to see mom, papa and kaka. Ica does not want to. Release Ica."

"YOU'RE QUIET. If you're still yelling, then you'll forever be unable to see your parents."

Of course Ica was immediately silent, she wanted to see her parents. Malik also gave a smile when he saw there was a fearful look when threatened like that. Cih basic plain boy, easy to lie. Of course Ica won't be able to see her parents again.

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Quietness. Tiara who saw her husband's body in front of her eyes was crying, she sobbed bitterly at the body of her husband who always accompanied her days stiffened on the bed. No, this isn't her husband, this must be a lie.

The woman could not let out a single word, she hugged her son Sarga who was also crying over her father. He did not know, if his father also died while slaughtering the Ica family. Sarga turned her head towards Ica who had not stopped crying, next to the child being escorted by several bodyguards of her late father's choice. Sarga's hands clenched, her breath hunting when she saw Ica. Then the boy stood up and approached Ica.

Plakkkk

Unexpectedly Sarga directly slapped Ica's face very hard. He looked at Ica hatefully, until whenever Ica had to suffer, he would not let Ica live a quiet life. Sarga will make Ica's life far from happy.

"Hiks Sarga's sister is sick." Ica cried bitterly as she got such a terrible slap on her face. The boy held onto his cheek that was spewing blood from Sarga's powerful slap.

"How sick?" Sarga asked as she showed the devil's grin on her face.

"Yes to Sarga."

"That's a reward for you for making my father die." Sarga brought her face closer to Ica's ear and whispered something, "and you've dared to snatch Arsen's love from me."

Nisa did not understand Sarga's words. He just stared at the confused boy in front of him. Although Sarga had scratched the wound on his chest, Ica no doubt also still regarded Sarga as a friend.

"But his father Sarga's brother killed mother, papa, and kaka."

"For that your family deserves it. Never mind, you will soon meet your end." Sarga left Ica who was deep in thought.

The boy was always overshadowed with his family's face. Ica's current desire is only one that wants to meet with her parents and gather together as before. Never in his mind if the moment he fought over the doll with Vyu became his last moment with his family. 

"Ica wants to go home," isak Ica while gripping her skirt.  

His long hair looked not well-ordered, his white clothes were already full of blood, his face was also very adorable, anyone who saw him would stare in disgust.

"Sak Arsen why not help Ica," muttered the boy who looked very sad. Only he remains in his family, he does not know how his fate will be.

Tiara who was satisfied crying over her husband also looked at Ica who was sitting in the corner of the room. His heart warmed when he saw the child, this was all caused by the child. The middle-aged lung woman stood up and approached Ica and she sat in a chair opposite Ica.

He stared fiercely at the girl and examined her from top to bottom. The emotions that were already seething within his soul were even more blazing as Ica fearlessly looked into his eyes.

"Who's your name?" Tiara asked coldly, her face flat like a wall.

"Come."

Ica was terrified as she looked at Tiara's eyes like eagle eyes. Her tears came back if she had to recall how her family was killed in a very sadistic way.

"How dare you kill my husband a child," Tiara said filled with emotion in every single word.

"No. It wasn't Ica who killed him."

"Lying" said Malik, the bodyguard quickly chimed in Ica's words.

"You hear yourself if you're lying. Turns out a kid like you wants to be a whiz."

"No aunt, Ica didn't kill him." Ica cries, it's not Ica who killed Sarga's father.

"Don't call me aunty, I'm not your aunt. I don't want to be called tente by a murderer."

"Ica is not a murderer" the boy shouted as loudly as possible, stating he was not a murderer. Obviously Sarga's own father shot him in the head, then why would they defend him.

"You've killed my husband's son of a bitch."

"No, I killed him, but he shot himself in the head" said the boy, clutching his body.

One slap landed smoothly on the girl's cheek until the child fell on the floor while holding the suction. 

"It was Ica who killed him" said the boy and kept repeating the sentence.

"Shoot the boy" the woman ordered her men.

Dorrr

Immediately Ica fell to the floor and closed her eyes. Sarga who saw that, looking very satisfied, he smiled obliquely. Surely at all in Sarga did not feel sad when left by the father, he even felt proud his father was gone. Sarga had long wanted to eliminate the father, he never liked to be spoiled by his father. He knows Martin is not his real father, Martin who killed his father in order to get the love of his mother. And it was also that triggered Sarga to love the same sex, he felt that all women could not be loyal as his mother. What causes Sarga to stray is because her mother who had been willing to come along with Martin killed her father. Arsen began to dislike women.

"Malik please throw Ica's body into Indonesia so that it can't be smelled by the police."

"Good mistress."

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The orphanage located in West Java in the city of Bandung is always crowded visited by donors who want to donate a little of their sustenance to the orphanage. But it does not reduce the people who want to adopt children in the orphanage.

A simple black car entered the parking lot at the orphanage. Not long after that came out a family that looked very happy. They bring a boy that is their son. Then the family walked into the babysitter's room.

"Ma! Habib wants a beautiful little sister."

Hearing the babble of Habib who was only 10 years old made Aisyah's smile expand. He rubbed his son's head while nodding.

"Later Habib choose alone, want a sister like what," said Aisyah made Habib who heard it very excited.

"Can pa? Can ma?" Habib asked enthusiastically.

"Of course it can be dear," said Ahmad while rubbing his son's head.

Well their arrival to this orphanage is aimed at adopting girls. They were forced to adopt a child because Aisyah who was convicted by doctors could not get pregnant again. While Habib continued to ask their younger sister, Ahmad who did not have the heart with Habib was forced to adopt children.

Not long after they arrived in the caretaker's room. Ahmad's family was warmly welcomed by the caretaker.

"Please sit sir, buk. I'll go back for a minute" said the babysitter.

"Well," Aisyah replied with a smile.

They sat on the sofa while waiting for the arrival of the babysitter. The family threw their happy smiles at each other.

"Ma, Habib can't wait to see Habib's little sister later."

Not long after Habib spoke, the caretaker came with a tray filled with tea water. His smile spread and put the glass filled with water on the table.

"Please drink sir, buk."

They also drank the water given by the caretaker. Then after that Ahmad looked at the caregiver seriously.

"Include my name Ahmad, and this is my wife Aisyah, and this is my son Habib" Ahmad said.

"Oh. Please introduce my name Aminah. What's with your coming here?"

"We want to adopt a daughter buk."

Aminah looked at the family one by one. His heart was relieved when he saw that the family looked like a good person. Aminah will not hand over children to the wrong people.

"Then the father and mother can look at the daughter who wants to be adopted. Come with me to the next room."

"Ah. Yes," said Aisyah while holding Habib's hand.

They followed Aminah from behind. Arriving at the room referred to Aminah, Aisyah was amazed when she saw the children of the orphanage there who were studying. His heart was still looking at that sight.

"Mom can choose one of them."

Ahmad's family noticed very well one of the orphanage children who had lined up to be chosen. While Habib was not too focused on paying attention, his eyes unintentionally stared at the room whose door was open. There he saw a girl who looked very beautiful, her hair was honey brown, her skin was as white as snow, her lips were cherry-colored her favorite fruit. Habib had never seen such an adorable creature.

"Habib wants a little sister like what?" Ahmad asked Habib to choose one of them.

"Habib wanted a younger sister who was like him" pointed Habib towards the room.

They frowned at Habib's choice, Aisyah who was curious then turned to the daughter who meant Habib. He could not believe that Habib chose the girl who was lying on the bed weakly, her eyes closed, a hose and an infusion attached to her body.

"Can't be Habib. He is still sick" persuaded Ahmad not to choose the child.

"don't want. Habib wants him to be papa" whined Habib. Eyes glazed. He wanted a sister like that.

Aisyah also glanced at the mother of the parlour meaningfully, "how mom, can we choose her?"

"It could be, if the mother can afford the treatment."

"What pain does he have?" Ahmad asked seriously, his eyes could not be separated from the girl, the girl was the most beautiful among the other children.

"A month ago we found the boy under the bridge. We have reported it to the police, but the police cannot investigate the case. She thought the girl was not from Indonesia. Not finding a bright spot did the police end the case, and we were asked to take care of him. When we found him, there was a bullet lodged in his stomach. And it's been a month that he hasn't woken up, we almost thought he was dead. Because those of us who don't have fees are forced to take care of her here."

"If so we choose him buk. For the adoption papers later we'll take care of it."

The flashback

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TB

Many ask: How come the little ones are already gay Thor? Mature Minds? A psycho?

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