Assumption
Dad's Job Is Over

At Ki Brasta's residence, Sri entered Wulan's room when she was going to deliver breakfast.

Wulan was still staring at the forest in front of the window, that morning she felt that the forest looked foreign, like it was darker. The leaves are like reluctant to leave the dew, because it sucked chlorophyll or dripped its fur to the ground because it was tired. The atmosphere is cloudy and makes the sun not show the light that will spread the warmth. Maybe it'll be raining soon.

She muttered in her daydream, if from last night she felt really bad, she didn't know what was going on, until she woke up this morning, she felt that if her room was very stuffy, it felt really cold.

"Overnight's dream was really terrible, I felt like if it was real, hopefully it was just a dream, did I miss my parents, huh?"

In his dream last night, Wulan saw that the Master and himself were in his family's house, more precisely in his parents' room.

In the dream, Wulan saw that if the father was lying fast asleep, while the mother and mother Sumarni were at the side of the bed, they sat together and there was a small table containing offerings, and the frankincense place.

There the mother recited a spell with her eyes blaring, twinkling, while Sumarni was sitting next to her just silently with her palms cupped quietly.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense as Wulan stood at the door, while the Master walked closer to the father's bed, he climbed on the bed, and now the Master is right above the father's still sleeping body.

Wulan called to her mother, if the terrible creature was on her father's body, but the cry was not heard by her family. Suddenly, the Master stared at him and made Wulan's body freeze, she was unable to move, as if she was forced to see something terrible before her.

Krass ....

Wulan widened her eyes, when she saw the Master slashing the head of the Father with just his long fingernails.

Blood spurted everywhere, even soaking the body of the mother and Sumarni maam who sat next to the bed of the father.

And terrible creatures that almost resembled the Master came, and greedily drank the blood that came out of his father's slash. Even licking the splashes of blood on the body of the mother and Sumarni bu without any remains.

Wulan could not cry, nor scream, she just silently stared until the scene was so sadistic and so terrible it was shown.

And the Master suddenly dragged him firmly out of the room into the dark side, the dark side that had no conscience, where black and white were wrapped in horror, in an effort to blind the eyes of the heart, and make the view of Wulan dark instantly.

Until he woke up with breath gasping and sweat on his face, and looked at the morning, where Sri had opened the window of his room.

When Wulan wakes up, he sees a painful arm, and there looks like a seal in the shape of a circular finger. He thought it was really like reality, the wound that was in his natural location was exactly the same as when the Master dragged him from the Father's room.

Wulan rubbed gently the shoulder that still felt throbbing and pain, considering the incident last night that made her stomach churn.

Until he ran to the bathroom and vomited his stomach which was only water.

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With a graceful but firm step, Sri approached towards Wulan, and placed the tray filled with food right on her lap.

Wulan immediately ate his breakfast, chewed slowly, did not enjoy the taste because the disgusting shadow of the creatures that ate his father's body last night did not run away from his memory, yet he needed energy to be able to continue surviving in this terrifying place.

After helping to clean up Wulan, Sri finally said the news that he had kept since.

"Miss ... Your father is gone, maybe later your mother and family will come here, it looks like Sudojiwo stone will appear soon."

Wulan's ears buzzed when she heard Sri's words, she did not know what Sri said next, because her vision began to blur and suddenly all her memories were buried. Wulan was unconscious like experiencing the pain of dying many times, without being given a chance to live a different situation like reincarnation.

After Wulan roared more daydreaming, when Sri delivered lunch she ate lethargic. Want to refuse is also free, because Sri will use various ways so that she eats her food.

"Now, Miss is the next potential holder of power, later who will continue the duties of your father is your husband. And it has been confirmed because it is not needed anymore, your father must return to the Master, " explained Sri.

Wulan looked at him coldly.

"By feeding the body to the Lord's servant!" furious Wulan, and threw a plate on the floor that still has food in front of Sri.

"They need to eat too. You do not worry, your father's body is still in full shape if ordinary people see it," said Sri without the slightest guilt, while remaining calm and rest assured to clean up the food scattered on the wooden floor.

Wulan pulled both of her legs for her to hug, and turned her face away in order to be able to lean on her knees. But this time he did not stare at the window, only the wooden wall and the fiber he was looking at at at that time. Without tears and hope.

Wulan thought that she would be able to carry the burden as her mother did, sacrificing loved ones, without compassion.

Hurt people only for the sake of satisfying the Master's vanity.

What kind of calmness and happiness, if how to achieve it by hurting others. And they will be enemies who will always seek revenge, does that mean fooling yourself, Wulan thought.

Until the impact of misery now he must experience, due to ignorance of a dwarf thought of his grandmother at that time.

The wheel of life that Wulan felt like grinding him, he was dragged limping, there was almost no chance to think. When he thought of his own fate about death and God, it was even the Father who preceded him to face the Master, through his dreams and Sri's words.

Wulan recalled last night that she felt was a nightmare, it turned out that it was a real event that happened to the father. Now that his family's life is in his hands, he fights or runs will still be hunted to death and race against time.

It was a hard choice for Wulan, choosing to rebel ... die, choose to run .. also die, even choose to be silent he thought would die too.

Wulan smiled obliquely ....

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