Calm Down's! Mr. Psychos!
All yours

Huh...

I took my breath away, like I just had a bad dream because now everything looks fine.

Aunt Camilla ate the pizza I bought earlier, with extra cheese and pepperoni on top.

"Like her I have to diet now, look! My belly in fat is growing!"

Said the woman but she just kept eating the pizza I bought so greedily.

"Mama?"

"You!"

That little body ran at me, should I be angry at my naughty son for not sleeping even though it was night?

But the sight of her innocent face and clear eyes made my heart melt. I really can't be mad at this cute kid.

Well even if I get out of control once in a while.

She took the slice of pizza, but her tiny hands stopped and looked at my face like asking for permission.

"May, but one? Don't eat dinner often." she said with a thin smile and raised my son's little body and took it.

He nodded, and happily ate the pizza even though his face was not smiling. But now I know if he feels sad or happy on that flat face.

I'm not a stingy, it's just that his little digestion might be compromised.

"Varsha's? You're not eating?"

Aunt Camilla asked me, I shook my head. My hunger is gone. The eyes were watering and I felt like this moment was so precious to me.

"You crying? Why?"

She stopped eating the food she liked just to ask me and wipe my tears not only her but my beloved Estelle stopped and stared at me.

"Bi? Like I had a nightmare..."

"I saw aunty go, go to a place I can't see auntie anymore..."

My involuntary cry broke out as I said about my nightmare.

Aunt Camilla looked breathless, she then smiled and looked at me with a gaze that wanted to say all was well.

I don't know since when the face that is always thin and cold now began to smile often and look at me warmly.

"Where am I going? But if I travel isn't bad either? You tau? It's my first trip out of the country, if I didn't know you I might still be in that village and see the beach my whole life."

He laughed crisply without any burden but his words scared me.

I never said it but she was someone I thought of as my own mother.

Or am I being too naive for being so greedy for mom's affection?

"Auntie stays in the same as me, right? I'll buy a lot of pizza for Auntie.." I cried with a voice stuck in the throat.

Once again she smiled faintly, she wiped my tears and asked.

"Like this baby squid having a really bad dream? Don't worry so much, I'll take care of you."

He said that with his slightly wrinkled and cold hands yet somehow my heart became warmer.

"Mama sausage?"

I looked towards my son, subconsciously smiling. He had other ways to comfort me.

Bring a beautiful wildflower that might make her hands itch just for picking and then giving it to me.

Or give her favorite food and parts to me, whether it's candy, milk or sausage on pizza that she really likes.

I hug the little body, "Mama wants her Estelle, Estelle Mama's favorite..."

I hugged her tightly, she said nothing and refused. Why is my handsome son so quiet?

Tonight it's brighter, no clouds are closing the moon and stars. Just like the night I gave my son a name.

I think it's true...

I'm just having a bad dream, I haven't lost anyone...

Yep!

I wish I was just having a nightmare, I'm home...

I'm back and I want my day to go on like this, forget about my first love that maybe if all the psychiatrists talk they'll say that it's not love.

If she wasn't my first love and I didn't really love her because the relationship was too risky to say love.

I don't know either, I'm confused to date.

But all I know is that I feel like a quiet day like this is what I want...

I hope that nightmare will never come again...

......................

Bern, Switzerland

The man looked towards the girl who seemed to be crying in her sleep, he brought her certainly to his residence.

Buying an impromptu apartment because of course he can not bring someone to the hotel in such conditions even though he uses the presidential suite room.

"His bullet didn't hit the nerve but for his left leg like it hit the bone and his recovery will be long enough. Pe- mounting"

"Then he's handicapped?" cut off Lucas who was still sitting on the edge of the girl's bed.

"With recovery, the lady can avoid that" replied the doctor because the girl was not taken to the hospital.

"Means not yet?" lucas murmured that he did not want the girl to walk again.

The doctor was a little confused but he chose to shut up because he knew who his current client was.

"I will give a report of the results of his testing quickly" said his then turned because he had taken blood from a small child who for the first time he saw.

There were no cries as he drew blood, but of course rejection existed as well as sharp eyes when asking where his mother was.

"You can get out, said Lucas, who looked at the man and told him to leave.

He looked back at the girl who still seemed to be crying in her sleep, whether what dreams were being experienced or what memories might enter into his dreams.

Again his hand rubbed her, "Why are you the one crying? Isn't her sadness should be me? You're the one who lied, you're the one who left me..."

His murmur when looking at the girl, his vision did not improve, because all he could see clearly was on his beloved Anna.

The cup!

Her kiss landed gently on the thin lips that were injured due to her bite earlier.

"This time I won't let you go again, I won't trust you so..."

"You'll stay with me..."

His murmuring softly while holding the girl's hand and little fingers he kissed her again a kiss that this time deeper.

The man sniffed at his neck, rubbed his softly and pulled his blanket.

He thought of many things, from wanting to cut off the small blurred leg, skinned his face and took his eyes or shot him in the head and made him a statue.

But when he meets again, his head fills up like a reboot, he wants to hug her. He was angry and disappointed but also happy.

Wanting to see the girl cry and also hugging her, seeing those beautiful eyes that were just staring at her and begging for forgiveness for leaving her.

Huh...

The breath sounds heavy, he gives his last kiss before putting his shirt back on.

Covering the plain body with a thick blanket with the tail of the eyes that glanced towards the two legs that were on the bandage and looked back to bleed again.

The girl did not wake up at all even though she did all the things on top of that little body. Only a peek of soundless tears came out occasionally.

Lucas now re-dressed as before, he rubbed the pale-looking face with his fingers and went out.

Her steps run towards the room which is inside her right being the little boy who is said to be her child.

Yeah! Although everyone in the world says if the child's face is similar to his he will not be able to see it because he alone can not see his face.

The dark gray eyes were staring intently, his small body coming quickly and wanting to butcher him yet it was certainly in vain.

Bruk!

It was not someone he was sitting with who fell but he was the one who fell to the floor because he could not bring down the man.

"Criminals! Mama! Grandma!" her screams were calling out to Camilla and her mother at the same time after she stared angrily at the man in front of her.

"He's crying?" lucas asked the guard who was watching all the little boy's movements.

"Yes, when he was in Wegen he was crying and now he wasn't even getting his blood" replied the guard, who told him everything without his lies.

Lucas approached, he crouched down and looked towards that tiny, abstract face.

Estelle immediately stood up, she tried her other attack which was her strong bite.

"Hup!"

He tried his hardest, but a single pull on his fine hair instantly unleashed his bite quickly.

"Uhhh!"

Lucas was still silent, he took the tiny hand and wanted to make sure of something.

"Ukh!"

Pinches that are strong enough, twisted and even for adults will feel so painful.

But there was no whining, no screaming or crying at all.

"God!" her slanted smile seemed to look towards the child.

He released his pinch and before long bruises began to be seen on the tiny hand.

"You can't feel anything?" she asked him, feeling that the boy was a little similar to her.

Estelle didn't answer at all, she couldn't feel anything. It's just that the sensory nerves are a little less functional like the understanding of feelings.

He can still feel pain but unlike other people, the pain he feels is more palatable so that it can hold something stronger.

Lucas no longer asked, his eyes glancing towards the hand that was holding his bruised mark and closing it as he looked.

Indeed there is no color but the bruised part has a darker color.

The man stood up, he stared at his guard "Take care of him, lest he run away or disappear." his words that moved away without feeling guilty had made the tiny hand become bruised because of his pinch.

Estelle was still silent, yet as soon as she saw the man wanted to go her tiny footsteps came back in pursuit.

"Mama! Where's mama!" ask her who wants her mother.

Lucas turned around and looked at the little boy who had been cheated by his guard.

"Why do you keep asking where my wife is? You think I'll give it to you? You should be thankful I didn't kill you earlier." said the boy, of course, still doesn't know what a 'wife' is'.

"Grandmother! Grandma Camilla! Mama!" shouted Estelle who still did not understand what she said someone who for her criminals intruded into her house.

"You want me to send you all like that woman? By the same shipping way?" ask her who knows who 'grandmother' is meant.

Of course it is a woman who is half a century older who when she first entered the house immediately drove her away and told her to leave until she made herself as a shield.

Estelle was silent, not answering, again he did not know anything because he was still sleeping in his room and woke up when he heard a noise and met someone tall and strapping and strangled him.

"Criminals! Mama! Mama! Mama!" his call once again continued to shout with all his might until it made the man's ears want to be sensitive.

"Keep yelling and I'll make you never see your mom again!" said Lucas who did not like to hear the screams of the handsome and adorable boy.

Estelle fell silent, stopped and did not open her mouth again.

The door of the room was closed again, this time the hand of the guard holding his body began to loosen making his able to walk towards the door.

The handsome baby seemed to be walking a little slowly and was sitting on the spot in front of that door to wait for someone.

The guard did not say anything, he saw a face that was like waiting for something with clear eyes that remained round looking towards the door.

"Mama..."

"Mama's here..."

His murmur was soft but did not dare to shout because he understood the threat of not being allowed to meet his mother again.

"Move up" said the guard and carried the little boy's body.

Estelle refuses, she waits for her mother and becomes the first one to hug her when the girl comes.

"Which mama? Where's Milla's grandmother?" he asked when he refused the guard's sling and remained seated on the floor.

There was no answer to his question, the round eyes looked down and looked at the door.

His tiny fingers began to stretch and count them one by one as Camilla sometimes taught.

"One..."

"Empt..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

His murmur that counts even though the name of the number is still random because it is the teaching of counting only twice he got from Camilla.

The rest, he was read a fairy tale or invited to play by the mother.

The guard did not move, he just looked at the little boy who muttered with his count and waited for his mother without knowing what was going on at this time.

......................

Berlin, Germany

Diego keeps calling someone, based on information he got his cousin will be back tonight but until now no one has come.

"Reserve my ticket now, I'll go to Switzerland now" she told one of the people working for her.

He kept calling some of his people, none of whom answered including Camilla or some of the guards he gave there.

It was so quiet that he boarded the plane and certainly could no longer make calls before the flying iron object took off.

......................

Bern, Switzerland

The deg!

Blue eyes were aghast for a moment, he woke up in a place he did not know and then all the shadows of that terrible night came.

All he really hoped for was a mere dream was a reality that he had to face

"Estelle?"

Bruk!

His body immediately fell, of course he could not walk let alone run when both legs were shot by the hot lead.

Anna gasped, she realized that if she was not wearing anything on her body, the thick blanket she pulled back and tried to get up immediately.

Greb!

The deg!

The girl flinched, someone pulled her arm and gripped tightly.

"Where are you going?"

The question was asked with eyes staring suspiciously. Now the percentage of trust of the man is no longer 0% but minus.

"Estelle? Where is Estelle?" anna asked in a trembling voice, she did not even ask about the pain in her core or how she could wake up without any clothes.

The man did not reply, he rubbed the panicked and scared face gently. Glanced at the thigh that seemed to be stamped and showed his bandage.

Greb!

"Akh!"

The girl flinched, she wriggled and squeezed the hand that was pressing on the still wet wound.

"You're gonna run away again, aren't you?" his question was Lucas who was staring and now he did not trust the girl in front of him at all.

Anna shook her head, "Estelle..."

"I want Estelle." she grimaced and endured the pain.

"Akh!" anna's strangulation was restrained as the man released his grip.

Lucas flicked his hand when he saw the bloodstain sticking.

"Eat your breakfast" said the man who did not answer the question posed by the girl.

Anna was silent, her tears were shed. Even though yesterday morning he still ate breakfast made by Camilla and woke up his son and checked the yogurt he made.

But this morning was different, there was no Aunt who was cold and ketus even though it was actually warm and there was also no plain face of her son who always looked at her when he wanted to ask on the bench.

"Why?"

The trembling shrill voice bowed and still sat on the floor with the thick blanket still closing it.

Lucas turned around, as soon as he heard a question that made no sense to him.

"Why? You asked me that?" lucas did not believe it.

"Why don't you let me go? You got all of it, you don't need me anymore..."

"But I need my son and you don't want that..."

The trembling voice looked so sad but of course the man in front of him had difficulty reading that stern and sad expression.

"What's that kid for?" asked Lucas who increasingly seemed to dislike his son.

Anna shook her head, "No, not because of anyone, I ran away because of my desire.." replied her softly who would know the man would not be able to understand her feelings.

"You have taken all of it from me." he murmured softly, the woman who was with her as early as her early pregnancy until her 3-year-old son had ended tragically and now she doesn't even know what the fate of her son is.

"Yes, you're right..."

"I'll take everything you have, until you think you have no right to anything, not even to your voice..."

Anna closed her eyes, her tears fell and she still couldn't say anything. For him this is all too sudden to be a reality.