Valesha, Deep Regrets
#Still Storytelling the Past
His eyes stared intently when he found the father being beaten violently by Lord Vishnu in the room.
His nose was spitting out a lot of blood, even his mouth was the same.
The woman among them could only continue shouting for help at someone who could help her break up the fight.
But what to say, rice has become porridge. Everything is actually too late. In haste Lord Vishnu Fotham took something from inside the drawer to the right where he was standing.
"Please!!!" While a loud shout was still issued by the big madam in the house, it invited many humans to approach. Unfortunately, they are all part of the employees who live and work at Fotham's residence, they will of course keep their mouths shut.
Mr. Vishnu Fotham seems to be getting angry, the dark and blind man seemed to approach Aeslen again on the floor, which was already helpless with a pool of blood soaking the floor and a white mattress next to him.
The wife who saw the firearm in her husband's right hand felt increasingly anxious. He who initially could only scream for help, in the end had to intervene directly to prevent stupid acts that could have been done by Vishnu Fotham.
"No, Vishnu! Nah! Don't do it, don't do it, Vishnu!" Shouted the wife while continuing to intercept the footsteps of the husband.
But anger has taken hold of Vishnu's heart. He forgets everything, he forgets his position and his future. Satan had managed to control himself, until finally he threw the body of the wife hit the table filled with lights, until the lamp fell along with the body of his wife who was also limp.
Prak!
Bruk!
"Arkh!" Screaming the woman, from her head poured fresh blood that came out due to a violent collision with the table beside her. Now her body had fallen, consciousness was as thin as a tissue, but in the seconds before she fainted, she saw the demon entering her husband's mind.
Her husband, who looked increasingly violent, with a sharp and cold eye, seemed to thrust the firearm in his right hand towards Aeslen's head.
And it was still witnessed by Axelo.
A few seconds later, the sound of tragedy must be heard.
"Goodbye coward!"
Dor's!
Dor's!
Dor's!
Three missed gunshots aimed at Aeselan's head and heart until it ruptured already the vessels inside his brain and heart, causing the tragedy of death that could no longer be avoided.
Prak!
The toy robot in Axelo's hand dropped, making an increasingly painful sound. Axelo, who was very small at the time, obviously became very traumatized after seeing the chain of events on that day.
"Dad!!!" He even had a chance to call his father when everyone had seen his whereabouts, and it really gave Mr. Fotham the opportunity to kill him immediately too, made himself follow the father who had gone first.
"Kill him! Don't let him talk anything about this!" Vishnu said to all of his members in a very deep voice, but really, that voice sounded more terrifying than anything, making Axelo who realized himself in danger was finally immediately ran and left his favorite robot in the house.
No no no no no no!
With her growing cries, the fear she felt in her heart, the pain of having to lose her father in front of her own two eyes. He even understood and from then on, that grudge never disappeared from him.
He was increasingly walking quickly, while behind a distance of about thirteen meters more, the group deployed by Mr. Vishnu Fotham seemed to continue to pursue him. They didn't even hesitate to release their bullets, hoping to quickly incapacitate the little Axelo.
"Mama..." The small scream from Axelo calling his mother made things even more slashing.
And the cry even made his eyes puffy, and could not see the state of the road ahead well.
While he continued to walk forward, with footsteps that had been limp and no longer powerful.
Until finally, his feet fell into the abyss, making his body also dragged into it, making himself have to roll and fall on the rocks steep.
Bruk!
Bruk!
Blam it!
Just imagine, the body of an eight-year-old child was smashed on the rocks, and then fell in the water.
Byur!!
He must have been crushed. It was true, his body was covered in wounds with blood coming out from his temple more and more, until finally, he was unconscious. Thankfully, God was protecting himself from death.
While up there, the men in black and fierce-looking suits could only look down, looking at Axelo's body which had been hit on the rocks and then fell into the river.
They were silent for a while.
Eventually, one of them started talking.
"He must have been dead, that little boy fell in there, his body must have been crushed and crushed." Said the man leading them all, "alright, let's just go home, report to the master that the child has died into the abyss."
They all left, leaving Axelo who apparently was still breathing in there, even though his breath had been cut off.
The boy was bobbing in the river until his body and wound froze, it happened for a whole night.
What an ill-fated thing to happen to poor little Axelo. Such a small body and still as weak as it should be the victim of the crimes committed by Lord Vishnu Fotham and all his selfishness.
But God has chosen him, predestining himself to be a tough man since childhood. He who has fallen and injured badly in fact will still get various surprises in the future.
The surprise will even make him stronger and stronger, so that he must live in the shadow of revenge in his heart. For indeed, ever since the day that vengeance has grown in his heart.
A long future still awaited him, waiting for him to be picked up. And his miraculous life had forced him to endure difficult positions, get carried away by river currents, and then stranded on a steep rock.
His body was stuck in the rocks by the river, and was waiting for someone who came to save him. Yet whether fate would agree to it or not, to be sure, he was on the verge of death at that moment.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
