Bare With Bastard

Bare With Bastard
Door opened.


Marco speeds up his car, the man does not take care of the calculations with his wife Sian, he must immediately meet Rymi to prepare everything.


Twenty-five minutes passed, Marco had already reached his luxurious mansion, his footsteps so quickly searching for Rymi's whereabouts.


His eyes looked at his daughter who was neat, Rymi would have already left, behind the woman there was also Yaren who was ready to leave too.


"Have you prepared everything?" ask Marco.


Rymi nodded, "I'll let you know if I need anything!"


"Alright, please try Rym, save Ayaz!" said Marco.


"Daddy, calm yourself!" Rymi rubs his Daddy's arm slowly, he is the same, just always trying to hold back his worries, hoping his steps are not less fast, lest something bad happen to Ayaz.


"We go first!" rymi's pamphlet, Marco nodded in agreement.


...***...


Ayaz felt that there was only darkness around him, the space was like a vacuum making it difficult for him to breathe.


He spread his gaze, so lonely gripping, there was no one in that dark place.


"Where am I?" tanyanya muttering.


Ayaz stepped up while holding tightness in his chest, his whole body was also in pain, but Ayaz felt he could not just stand still, looking for a way out might be better according to him.


As Ayaz walked down the passageway, suddenly his footsteps halted when he found a door, Ayaz thought that it might be the exit of this stuffy, dark room.


Ayaz's gurgle sped up his steps, like finding a glimmer of hope, his hand he forcefully stretched out to open the door.


Chequek, czech,


The door opened, how shocked Ayaz was when he opened the door, a narrow room greeted him, there was only one table and one chair available in the room, the room was brown on the wall, and the roof was also, Ayaz also just realized that the simple ceiling of the room was also brown.


The chocolate is not too young, but not like the brown color when milk is mixed with brown powder, this brown color is like a fertile soil brown color. Such a stunning sight for Ayaz.


The room had no windows, only two doors, one door Ayaz had passed by when he entered the room, and one door was right in front of him.


Ayaz was so astonished, why could anyone think of making a room like this, so narrow and the two doors were straight facing each other, and do not forget that the door also has the same color as the wall.


The floor is also the same, brown as the color of the ground, but Ayaz believes the floor he is treading is a marble floor.


Ayaz sat on a chair, for a moment he let go of his fatigue for walking down the road until he got here.


"What room is this?" mumbling again.


Ayaz, closed his eyes, until he felt drowsiness attack him and the eyes were completely closed.


In his break, Ayaz felt his shoulders being held gently by someone, Ayaz tried to open his eyes but somehow it felt so heavy and hard.


That figure... Ayaz flickered in disbelief, the figure he so longed for was now right near her, even being gently stroking her shoulder.


"Mother.." cried Ayaz shirih.


Well, the figure seen in Ayaz's eyes was his true mother, Nindi Rowans.


"I'm sorry, Mom Son!" nindi.


"Mother..." Ayaz, as if she could only say that, somehow her hand could not even be raised to rub her mother's hand, like someone was holding her back.


"Mothers... Why can't I reach you?" ask Ayaz.


"We're different baby, you're not with me yet" replied Nindi.


"What does that mean?" ayaz asked in astonishment, "Mother, come home with me, I don't need anything else, when I can be with you, I promise to be a obedient child, truly Mother." said Ayaz.


"Yaz... You're this big, you're so handsome, you... Just like your father!" nindi said again, her tone was very slow, but Ayaz could still hear the voice.


"My dad?"


"Yaz...Promise not to hate, hatred will only destroy you!" Nindi, that hand outstretched gently caressing her son's face.


Ayaz wanted to hold the hand, but he did not understand why it was so difficult.


"But Mom, you don't know what she did after you left, I'm really tormented Mom, she doesn't treat me like a human, I don't change animals for her."


"Sheaven, Ayaz... Let it be, you'll get happy if you change your outlook, don't hate Nak, I have to part with Mom's family because of some hatred, and... neither can anything be saved because of hatred."


"Lady..."


"Ayaz, you're Mom's son, you never defy, you're a sweet child, I'm proud of you!"


"One day, maybe you'll find out the truth, I believe you won't hold a grudge, I can only beg, throw away all the hate, I'll believe you won't hold a grudge, hatred will only make you go even deeper."


"I can't Mom, I'm not that generous!"


"Yaz..."


Ayaz's hands and body were finally able to be moved, his hands quickly wanted to reach the figure of his mother, but only the void he held, the figure of his mother was gone.


"Mother.." cried Ayaz.


Ayaz circulated his gaze, but finding nothing, his footsteps hurried to open the exit hoping to find his mother, but luck did not take his side. Ayaz tried to open the other door in the room, and when the door opened his eyes again filled with astonishment, a room that was the same, as narrow, with a brown shade of earth all over the wall, the roof or the floor, only there are no chairs and tables like in the first room.


The room was empty, and strangely there was one more door that Ayaz thought must have gone to the next room, if this was a house maybe it would be connected to the kitchen or the backyard, he said, but Ayaz also hesitated if he considered this room to be a house. It's really weird.


For a moment Ayaz forgot the purpose to find his mother, the narrow room if calculated using footsteps, maybe only three steps from the door one to the other door that was straight facing.


Ayaz tried to think clearly, his hands were directed to open the door, his eyes glared in disbelief, Ayaz even found the exact same room again. Narrow, and around him still shades of brown ground, Ayaz shook his head slowly, rubbing his eyes when he was dreaming, but unfortunately he still found the same scenery.


One door in front of him, Ayaz still wanted to open it, hoping that the next room was not the exact same room, just crazy if he found the same room again, really this was out of his mind, he said, it makes no sense to have a house like this.


"Simple!" the door was opened, Ayaz had to smile mirically at the results he encountered.


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