Different One
Eps. 6 Finding Baby Bracelets

“Darcy, stop!” shouted a voice that had just entered the house and immediately ran after seeing what happened.

“Betsy?” Betsy is coming. He came home early because today his job was done at the office.

He pulls Darcy's hand and holds her arm so it doesn't float and hits Jorell.

“Gosh! Jorell, what's wrong with you? What happened?” Betsy was shocked to see Jorell's face bruised again. “Do you do it?” Betsy turns to look at Darcy and accuses him.

As a wife at home, she recently found out for herself that her husband beat up Jorell. The reason is trivial, small things but can make his emotions explode.

She also had a thought that her husband might often beat up Jorell which had an effect on her psyche. But until now he has not proved it by taking her to a psychiatrist.

“You know? He's always making trouble, at school, at school. Look at this!” Darcy gave him the letter he had brought and put it in Betsy's hand.

Betsy then immediately read it and switched to staring at Jorell.

“Why are you fighting, son?”

“Kakak defended me, also defended Mom. He's not guilty. Brother only meant to protect us.” Aroon who was still there explained the truth, because Jorell was silent, as usual.

“Whatever the reason for fighting is still fighting and it is the same as making trouble. I don't want to fulfill the call to school! I'm busy too!” Darcy refused firmly.

“Alright, let Mother fulfill this call.”

Darcy leaves the three of them still talking. He's upset, Betsy comes and protects Jorell. But even so he still reviewed the grin grin.

“Carl, at least I can make your son stupid and make him mentally unwell. Whether he can continue to live or not later?”

***

Betsy meets the call from school. He's permission for a moment to go to the Florimont Institute.

“Mr. Paul, what about Jorell?” Betsy met the BP teacher.

“Oh, Mrs Betsy, let's go in and sit down.” Mr. Paul let her into his room.

Previously, the tall man in his early fifty years had already met five other disciple guardians whom he had called.

Jorell's mother came in, then immediately sat opposite Mr. Paul.

“The story is about Jorell, actually there are many things I want to say with you.”

“Yes, Mr. Paul, is there anything else that bothers Jorell or something?”

“It's about his daily life in class. From the IQ of the child is actually intelligent, but somehow different from reality. He tends to be lazy even often not doing the tasks of the school.” Mr. Paul explained.

The man showed me the results of an IQ test some time ago on Mrs Betsy. The test results showed that if his IQ was superior, he should have been above average but the results are now completely different. It is below the grade point average.

“There was a psychic problem on Jorell that caused this boy to reject everything. Is there someone in the house who did violence to Jorell?” ask Mr. Paul again.

Of course, the results were not from the results of yesterday's test but from the results of tests some time before. At the Florimont Institute this routine once a year held piskotes to find out the learning constraints of each student. And they routinely monitor all the students who are there, also talk about it with their parents as they are today.

“It .. in fact, sometimes his father is too harsh if angry at Jorell, Mr. Paul.” Betsy explained a little. She did not dare to explain the truth if her husband was indeed often beating Jorell.

“Sorry, Mistress. Violent behavior instead of making children understand if they make a mistake but will leave a deep trauma for him, and make his mental illness. If this is left constantly will have a bad effect on its development later.”

“Good, Mr. Paul, I'll talk to my husband later. Thank you.”

“So, Darcy all this time he did beat up Jorell? Hiss. Why didn't I know that earlier?” betsy muttered in the middle of the road leading to the office.

***

At night at home, while Jorell and Aroon sleep, Betsy has a one-on-one conversation with Darcy.

“There is something I want to discuss with you.” Betsy pulled out her blanket and sat down.

Darcy turned around and pulled the blanket down and sat down.

“What do you want to talk about, honey? Do you want another pregnancy program?” Darcy chimed.

“You're kidding! Maybe I want to get pregnant again at my age. It's about Jorell. I've noticed you've been beating up Jorell a lot lately. Wh why? Did you know it would have a bad impact on her mental development later?”

Darcy was silent. He breathed heavily.

“Betsy, am I wrong to teach him a lesson? He's grown up. It's time to give him such physical punishment. Anyway, do we know whose son he is? Who knows if he's actually the son of a mobster, killer or something?”

But Betsy was not provoked by it.

“I raised her since childhood so I know what she looks like. I don't know who her biological parents are but she couldn't have grown up to be that kind of person.”

“Betsy, you're overreacting. It's been nice of us to look after her until now and give her good facilities, she's not our son so you don't treat her the same as Aroon. Understand?!”

Darcy doesn't want to talk anymore and turns back on the bed with Betsy on her back.

Betsy was unwilling to argue anymore and could only sigh deeply. There's no point arguing with that guy.

***

Jorell sat on the bed, bowed after seeing the reflection of his face from the mirror in front of his bed.

“I wonder, in this house only my father treats me differently. Ever since I was a kid, that guy tortured me, bullied me and kicked me. He never even touched Aroon at all even though he was guilty.”

Not that Jorell asked for justice, but he only expressed his heart that was getting different treatment from Darcy.

“Is there something wrong with me that you hate me like that? Is it just because of my different face that she treats me that way?”

Jorell again let out a long sigh of unwinding as well as pain in his heart. Even negative thoughts crossed his mind.

“What might be true of the people out there, if I wasn't their child?”

Jorell was like being hit by a boulder just thinking about it. If that possibility is true, then whose child is he?

Jorell who could not sleep with his mind drifting indistinctly to where, walked unsteadily towards Darcy's room.

He then casually opened the drawer that was in the room and took out its contents, also reading it.

“My guess is unwarranted.”

When Jorell returned all the files he saw, a baby rubber band fell there. He picked it up and read the name attached to the rubber.

“Jorell Watson?”