LARA
Part 9's

Lara clasped her hand tightly. The memories of one year ago kept swirling around in his head. The past that left his family in ruins. The bitter past he knew while going to the playground with his parents. An encounter with an oranh that even Lara herself does not believe in.

Since that meeting, he has completely stayed away from his father. His family is devastated with his parents constantly fighting. Her mother always lost control when she saw Lara and vented anger against her.

He closed his eyes. It was not enough to see her family fall apart, now the woman came back with a face of spirit without feeling guilty.

"What are you doing here?" ask Lara jengah. "Go! We're not accepting guests."

The woman with the thick polish just laughed in response to Lara's question. "It turns out this is how entrepreneurs educate their children. It's a pity" he said, dismissively.

"Please don't carry my surname!" lara exclaimed loudly while pointing at the woman's face.

"Momi, pleaeee."

The whining of the girl Lara had expected her ummur of a year above Dusk made her look careless. Not only his mother, his son was successful in making lara emotions rise to the crown.

"Please get out of here!" pinta lara was cold with great emphasis.

"Didn't you remember? In front of you also stands the blood of the flesh of the entrepreneur and this house is a legacy of the entrepreneur. We're entitled to this house."

Lara growled angrily at the answer from the woman. He took off his twilight handle and walked quickly to the kitchen. He opened the whole drawer of the closet, then took the item he was looking for and quickly returned to the front.

"Well!" a panicked twilight screamed as he watched him return carrying something in his hand.

"Retreat, Dusk!"

Lara then held something she held towards the mother and child in front of her. "You want the right, eh? Let's see who has the most rights."

They retreated slowly with panicked faces. The boy pulled his mother to take cover behind him. "You can't do this to us. Believe me, you will regret it" said Sheila-the woman who now stands in fear in front of lara.

"No. I will never regret having done this to you two. Parasites that have ruined my family."

Lara kept brandishing the knife she was holding. His hands shook violently, but his emotions this time he could no longer bear.

"Lara, dusk mohoh don't!" pinta Dusk while hugging Lara from behind.

"You make Dusk afraid. Get down the knife you're holding."

Lara felt the body of Dusk tremble slowly behind her. Gunnya scared. Well, the gun was afraid to see Lara like that.

Slowly he lowered the knife in his grasp, then threw away the origin of the knife and pulled Dusk into his arms. "Sorry Lara, Dusk. Sorry," he said softly while stroking his head Twilight.

"We have rights here."

Lara looked back at the woman with the powder coating that now looked arrogant, but no less than 5 minutes ago her face looked frightened.

"Here, look at this!" Sheila threw a letter in front of Dusk and Lara.

Lara remained unmoved, inversely proportional to Dusk who squatted and picked up the paper and read it.

"Before the entrepreneur left, he wrote this will. He will not abandon us" Sheila said with a faint smile.

"How can a dying person write a will?" lara asked coldly while loosening her embrace towards Dusk. He sat on the couch crossing his legs.

"Mama, let's just get out of here."

"Mama is fighting for what is rightfully ours, Dara," Sheila snapped resentfully at her son.

Dara just bowed sadly. From the beginning his heart did not approve of the actions of the mother.

"Sadly drama."

Lara spoke again with a huge clap of hands. "Perhaps if you two apply to become actresses, it will be accepted immediately without selection."

Lara is excited. The twilight that was in front of him was startled by the mouth that was blown out.

"Lara," sheen.

"this is not the Lara, Dusk," the inner Dusk who began to shout worriedly.

"How can you not be sad to hear that your father died?"

Lara glanced at Dusk, then crossed her arms. "A traitor like him does not deserve to be mourned. Even the earth was reluctant to accept it" said Lara heard a flat face.

"NORTH."

The twilight sound made Lara gasp in shock. This was the first time he was yelled at by Dusk and it was all done in front of two women he hated so much.

"He's our papa, Lara." Dusk drowned. "They're still our parents."

Lara sighs. This time he admitted defeat, losing with his heart that always acted right. He hugged Dusk tightly. "Sorry Lara, Dusk. Sorry."

"Ck, it turns out your drama is more sickening."

Lara glanced cynically at Sheila. He increasingly smeared his face with the thick powder. He wanted to drive the two creatures out of his home.

"Let them stay here. It's papa's last will, we have to work on it, "cloak Dusk as he stood leaving the living room.

Walking with his head lowered holding tight. Just like Lara, who was raising her head, stuck it on the sofa with her eyes closed.

"Ma, what should Lara do?" inner Lara pilu. "Lara misses mom."

Slowly he opened his eyes, then stood with clenched hands. "Your room is near the kitchen. Don't expect to get another room in the house. Remember that! You two are just hitchhiking, not the owner" Lara said as she left the living room.

"Ohh, yes, one more." Lara brhenti on the second step, then turned her head with a flat face. " Never approach the first room after the stairs. Don't think you can just stay here, today I allow you to stay here, but don't know tomorrow." He turned around, continuing his path that had stopped a lot

"Currently, I can't believe he's the flesh-blood of a man."

Lara did not care about the spicy innuendo coming out of the thickly polished woman's mouth. He continued walking without looking back and stopped in front of the room with a dark brown door. He looked at the door. A door with many sweet memories before the disaster came.

"Lara kangen mama." He looked up at the room. He stood there for a long time and then moved slowly towards the room with blue paint. The room he and Dusk currently occupy. The room that gives warmth after the disaster comes.

Everything's too clean. He and Dusk did not even think that the disaster had really hit his family. Everything made him want to give up, but Dusk he could not leave. His gun. Lara Senjaya.