Different One
Eps. 2 Early Torture

“Scarlet, are you sure you're going to the funeral? You just wait in the car,” Detective Carl said, stopping by the car door.

Briptu Scarlet nodded and got out of the car. Today they will both attend the funeral of their son, Jorell Watson.

Scarlet was of course devastated by the death of her son, the son she had just born a few hours ago, but eventually died. He only hugged her once and had not been able to breastfeed her.

“Carl, do you think this was my fault, so Jorell died?” scarlet sternly again, with eyes that condense.

“No. Don't say that. You're not wrong at all. Maybe it is fate, his age is so.”

Carl grabs Scarlet's hand, then grips her tightly. The two of them wearing all-white clothes walked into the cemetery.

In front of them was the tomb of their son.

“Jorell, I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you, honey. I don't want to be separated from you. But somehow, I feel like you're alive. I hope to see you again.”

Scarlet sprinkled the flowers from the flower basket she was carrying at the time to Jorell's grave. His hands trembled and after that the clear crystal melted from the corner of his eyes.

“Jorell, you're alive, right? You can't leave Mom alone!” Suddenly Scarlet was hysterical.

His body shook violently. He even wanted to take the tomb back.

“Scarlet! Stop that! Stop!” Carl went straight to Scarlet. He held it tight.

“Carl, Jorell is alive, I have to take him home back.”

Scarlet was devastated and still could not accept her son's death.

“Scarlet, Jorell is dead. You have to let go,” said Carl resuscitated and reaffirmed.

“No. Nah! My son is alive!” he cried out in his mind, between this hope and this bitter reality.

To make it unable to bear the burden of life.

“Scarlet!” Scarlet collapsed, unconscious.

Carl immediately catches her body and takes her back into the car.

“I shouldn't have thought you brought you here, you're still not ready. I should have known it.” With a sad look, Carl stroked Scarlet's hair that was still fainting in his lap.

***

Two weeks passed. Scarlet still could not accept Jorell's death.

“I believe Jorell is alive. I'm going back to the hospital now. Maybe someone switched my baby.” Scarlet thought so.

Even others who saw her would think that the woman was going crazy. Because you cannot accept the reality.

“This can't be allowed. I have to find a way. I want Scarlet back as usual.” Carl was behind the door, but he just looked. Just controlling his wife's situation.

“I must quickly take action before the state of Scarlet gets worse.” Carl, who was peeking out from behind the door he opened a little, shut the door again.

He called the waiter at home and asked them to pack everything in the house immediately.

That very day, he decided to leave Switzerland, for the good of Scarlet.

***

“Carl, where are we going?” scarlet asked after sitting on the plane.

“Ke Italy. The three of us will move there. I will also take care of your work mutation to get there later.”

Carl decides to move to Italy and settle there. In addition to treatment, also to make Scarlet away from Jorell's memories. Perhaps this was the only way that could make the three of them continue their lives in peace.

“Joice Dear, soon we will arrive at our new home.”

***

News of Detective Carl's move spread quickly. Many clients regret this. Because the office is now closed.

“It's a shame, though I'll hand my case over here.” A man arrives in front of Detective Carl's office.

There is the inscription 'office closed and moved' even though currently there, the office is crowded.

***

“Betsy, come here a minute!” a man shouted in a house.

The man was sitting on a long sofa in the living room. I don't know why that guy seems so happy. There was a smile on his face.

“Carl, you finally left here without needing me to kick you out! Look, your Jorell is with me. He looks a lot like you! So annoying!”

That guy is Darcy. He sat down with Jorell on his back. He looked at her sharply. Indeed it looks, Jorell is a one hundred percent copy of Detective Carl.

From his thick eyebrows, his round eyes, the shape of his nose, to his lips are all very similar to Detective Carl.

There was a crying voice. Jorell was crying, somehow the cute little baby was crying.

“You can be silent no? If you can't keep quiet, I'll teach you a lesson!”

Darcy looked back at the tiny baby on her lap who couldn't stop crying.

“Fucking son of you! Be quiet! Noisy!” Darcy instead of calming Jorell down, he pinched Jorell's cheek until it was reddish and made the baby even more so, she cried.

“Darcy! What did you do to Jorell?” A woman came and took the baby from Darcy's lap.

The woman held Jorell in her belly, then checked why Jorell was crying.

“Popoknya wet, Darcy. That's why she's crying. Get me a dry diaper let me change.”

“You just take it yourself, Betsy.”

Betsy is Darcy's wife. A lawyer who is six months pregnant. She gives Darcy permission to take care of Jorell as their own biological child. Even Jorell was officially registered on their family deed as a biological child. It's easy to do that for Darcy.

“You know I have a little difficulty in moving with the condition of my stomach which is already this big.” Betsy gave an explanation.

Forced, Darcy finally gets a dry diaper and gives it to Betsy.

“See, she has stopped crying now.” Jorell even smiled looking at Betsy right now.

“I don't understand how to take care of a baby, you take care of it.”

“You also have to learn to take care of the baby, soon our baby will be born. You alone picked it up out of pity,” said Betsy.

Darcy confesses to his wife that he found the baby dumped in an abandoned abandoned house and it is unknown who his parents are.

Because he felt sorry for the fate of the innocent baby, he gave permission to care for it.

“I'm hungry, is breakfast ready?” ask Darcy.

“I've prepared breakfast for you.”

Hearing his wife's reply, Darcy immediately went to the dining room alone.

Betsy just stared blankly at the hallway. Darcy disappeared from his sight quickly. He then turned to look at Jorell in his arms.

“Why is your cheek red? Did dad pinch you?” Betsy saw a red pinch on Jorell's cheek. “What did Darcy do? Why did he have to pinch Jorell once?” Betsy looked at Jorell's pity, then went to the room to pick up the bruised cream.