
Mika was sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs were swayed in the water. While Jean slept on her lap, Mika occasionally stroked the boy's hair.
They decide to go to the pool after changing clothes, while Jean's family members only see them from the balcony.
"Jean can't it bang?" asked Jean who looked at Mika's face that looked flat.
"Hem, may." replied Mika who was still staring far away, without returning a gaze from Jean.
"Abang Mika really do not mind called brother Jean when Jean is older than bang Mika?" jean is still in a sleeping position.
"Why ask now Jean?" Mika asked back.
"So last night Jean told me about the same bang Mika all they asked why Jean called Mika with the name of brother when it was Jean who should be called brother because older." jean said that sounded a little convoluted, but Mika knew the essence of the conversation.
"Gw also does not know Jean, who like his gini kaya also does not need to be too in trouble. As long as you're comfortable with that call, I'll take it." Mika said casually, Mika's soul is 17 years old and older than Jean.
Maybe that's what her instincts are like as a sister, even though it's too late for Mika or Anzel to realize it.
Anzel used to be forced to be called adek by Dean, even though he was older than her. Anzel was embarrassed when she remembered the incident, as she whined at her adoptive father to make his youngest brother.
Unknowingly Mika took a rough breath, looking at her expression. Jean who noticed the change in her beloved brother immediately sat her body while looking at Mika suspiciously.
"Why is Mika?" ask Jean.
"No papa, don't think about it anymore. Lo's head hurts again." Mika raised her hand, gently rubbing Jean's hair buds.
For a moment Jean chooses to be quiet while feeling a gentle touch from Mika, something Jean has always wanted from her.
While from the balcony on the second floor, Matthias stared at the two with an indecipherable gaze.
Desi who felt a gloomy aura enveloping around her husband, patted Matias's shoulder gently to notice it.
"Don't look at my granddaughter with that kind of gaze dear" Desi said gently.
"Why can my granddaughter be that close to someone else, let alone that person is just a stranger we don't know her origin." Matthias clenched his hands, trying to temper his anger.
"We just need to pay attention, if the child is a bad influence or makes our baby in danger I will eliminate it with my own hands." Desi grinning.
Suddenly Mika felt the book goosebumps, she turned to the right and to the left. Who knows there are subtle creatures around.
• • •
When dinner arrives, Jean exits the elevator with Mika who seems to start to feel uncomfortable.
Mika had asked permission to go home on the grounds of having to go to work, instead of getting permission Mika instead had to face the youngest cries of Lavande and make her be rewarded with creepy looks from all members of the Jean family.
Mika sighed, she complied as Jean again pulled her hand. Jean even pulled a chair and let Mika sit, while she sat next to Mika.
Mika who was treated very special by Jean only returned with a smile, after which she looked down. Mika did not dare to raise her face let alone look at the family Jean who she believed would look at her sharply like a predator.
"Everything's night?" greet Jean with her cry.
"Baby night." they said simultaneously.
"What do you want Baby to eat, let mommy get it?" asked Diana who was sitting across the table.
"Jean wants a chicken mom, if you want to eat what?" mika replied, then turned to Mika.
"What's important is food" Mika said.
"Mommy get me a bang Mika too?" pinta Jean's.
"Yes dear." Diana smiled at Jean, then turned to Mika while taking the same side dish for her.
Diana did smile at him, but it felt strange to Mika. Moreover, everyone also kept looking at him, making him feel nervous. He just wanted to quickly finish his food and then immediately go home to his rented.
Today's dinner was passed with silence, only the twang of the cutlery clashing with the plates were unpretentious.
Only the babble from Jean continued to chat with Mika, she only acknowledged the potluck. Others just watch them both.
"Abang Mika tonight is Jean sleeping?" jean said at the end of the meal.
Mika was slightly surprised by Jean's request, she looked at Diana and Axio who were in front of her. They just smile, but in their hearts they don't want Jean to be with Mika for too long.
"It's just that until you go to sleep, that's when Mika comes home." Mika sighed.
"Ih, that's it. Bang Mika must go for it." said Jean while showing a sulking expression.
"Tomorrow Mika must go to Jean's school, this is a Mika is not good for the Star because she did not go to work" said Mika with a slightly angry tone, only a little if many do not dare him.
"Don't want to know, anyway Mika's brother must step up and sleep with Jean, period." Jean looked at her hands in front of her chest, then looked at her mommy and daddy for their help.
"No."
"If it's Gallen's brother.?" the twin brother of Allen smiled mockingly then looked at Jean expectantly.
"No." again Jean refused.
"When is Oma and Opa?" now Desi said.
"Anyways, Jean just wants to be the same. Hicks, hyx.." Jean started crying, Mika sighed again.
Damn it, this brat beside him did not know the situation. Though his family members clearly did not like his desire, and again they also stared dislike at Mika.
Mika raised her hand, gently patting Jean's hair. Giving natural tranquilizers to spoiled children beside him.
"Yes Mika nginep here, now don't cry anymore huh?" mika's voice sounded heavy, Jean instantly wiped her tears and hugged Mika's body.
Diana and Axio just stared at what relief the two boys were before him, different from the others. They become increasingly dislike Mika for having captured the attention of their beloved baby.
The pace of a man aged about 50 years still sounds gallant, the man entered a small room in which a 16-year-old teenager was sleeping in a curled position without a blanket. Even though today the air feels very cold because it is snowing outside.
The man pulled the teen's tiny body until he fell off his little bed. Anzel, the teenager felt pain in his head. He opened his eyes, looking at the figure who had already violently made him fall.
"Wake up, you fucking son." The man gripped Anzel's little chin, making the teenager grimace.
"Father is sick" Anzel said, holding the hand of the man she called her father to let go of his grip.
"Corn, don't you ever call me father. I've told you how many times, you're not my son. You fucking kid." Dirham, spit on Anzel's face while staring in disdain.
Dirham took off his grip, then as hard as he could kick Anzel's body to hit the wall. Blood came out from his small mouth, he coughed while enduring the excruciating pain in his stomach.
"uhuk, uhuk. if Anzel is not a father's son, then who. Please tell Anzel, let Anzel be with you, Dad." Anzel leaned her body against the wall, wiping the blood coming out of her mouth.
"Hahahah,,, you think I'll tell you who your real family is, don't expect a boy. Because they were my only children to die, they tortured Raziel to death. You think I'll let you go that easy, I'll torture you to death."
Dirham's laughter roared in the small room, he walked up to Anzel. The small body was about to retreat, but it could not because it was blocked by the wall.
Anzel shook her head, she was terrified. The man he always called his father did torture him often, but not as often as he is today.
The call of the unlucky child became the favorite call of Anzel, he hated it but could not do anything.
Anzel grew increasingly frightened as Dirham pulled her hair, giving her father a look of forgiveness. But all he got was a grin that looked so terrible, his father was already a demon.
Dirham pulled Anzel's head, he banged his head against the wall behind him. Not just once, but many times. Up to the wall printed on the wall due to the back of Anzel injured.
The man in front of him was indeed a demon, he did not feel sorry for Anzel at all. My eyes began to blur along with his weakened consciousness. But Anzel could still hear the laughter coming out of her mouth.
"Well, uh, uh.."
Mika opened her eyes, sweat soaking all over her body. He looked to the right and left, then felt his back head.
She had just woken up from her nightmare, Mika covered her face with both hands.
Mika has just had a nightmare, a dream that feels so real to her.
He looked at Jean who was still sound asleep, taking a breath to calm his body and mind.
Mika walks over to Jean's balcony, opening the curtains for the moonlight to enter. He sat staring at the moon that was shining brightly tonight.
Hugging her knees, Mika who was still trying to calm her mind in the end could not help but wet her cheeks.
He cried while drowning his face between his knees. For him the dream felt very real, because the dream was indeed a reality that he had experienced.
Anzel once lived in the torment of her foster parents, certainly not the Dean family but other families before she met her father Dean accidentally.
Father and mother whom he considers as his biological parents because they were the ones who took care of him since childhood, but one night they said the harsh reality if they were not Anzel's biological family.
And even more unfortunate, Anzel is only considered as a tool of their revenge.
Always called an unlucky boy, making Anzel so hate that name.
"Anzel kangen papa Gibran, kangen brother Rey as well, hiks.." she softly shrieked while holding back the sound of her crying.
"Anzel is a reward, Dean sorry Anzel yes." he said with regret.
Mika dissolves in her grief, her life before being adopted by a child by Gibran is so painful. He was always treated harshly, always called an unlucky child. Makes her thirsty for love. That's why he became a cunning man who did anything to gain affection, even if he had to hurt others.
Finished crying, Mika who could not sleep still survived sitting while looking at the moon. His gaze looked empty, without realizing it his tears were shed again.
Mika does not even realize that someone is watching her from Jean's bedroom door, she sees Mika with a difficult gaze to understand..