Rannie
Baby Goddess
Mentari had reclaimed his throne, the yellow light of his age began to enter through the fentilation cracks of hospital rooms. Seen Afgar was lying on the bed room, his father sat there right next to him. His gaze was so empty he was thinking of something. From outside, there was the sound of someone running.
"Af.. U where?" he sounded agitated and broke down the door of the room.
Afgar's father remained sculpted, he did not care about his wife.
"What happened to Afgar mas?" tanyanya.
Afgar's father still does not pacify him he still continues to sculpt. He thought he was screwed up and floated somewhere.
"Mas, why are you quiet?" ask again.
"MAS!!" he started to get angry and scream.
But her husband still did not budge, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing this, she persuaded her husband to speak. He walked up to his son and started crying.
Hix.... Hix.... Hix....
After a while of pecking he then stood up and stepped away near the window. The still somewhat faint sunlight invaded the body of the figure. He was swallowed by the light...
"We have to abort the baby" he spoke softly as he slightly turned to glance at his wife who was still crying.
"What?" answer with a sure tone.
"We must abort him before things get worse" he repeated to reassure his wife.
"No mas!!!" answer loudly.
Hearing that Afgar's father looked furious, he stepped closer to his wife...
"I'll kill him, if you don't want to!!!" his tone was so harsh, for the first time the figure of the affectionate Father had turned into a horned Devil. The love and affection that always radiated in his eyes dimmed lost somewhere.
"I'll keep this baby, if you're going to kill him let me die with him" his voice sounded desperate.
Her husband looks increasingly angry, he's strangling Mother Afgar's neck. The horned devil has mastered his soul and managed to throw away the affection and love that is always embedded in him. He continued to strangle until his wife could barely breathe...
"This is your son, he's your flesh and blood. You've been looking forward to it for a long time, why now do you act like you never wanted to?" Afgar's mother tried to fight with the rest of her energy. He was almost out of breath.
Afgar's father did not care what his wife said, in continuing to strangle. The horned devil is so happy to rule his soul that he wants to ask for victims and demands to destroy the happiness they have built with difficulty. Outside the sunlight began to sharpen his saturation, Perhaps the affection in his soul was still swallowed by that light. Afgar's mother began to moan, she was really going to die with the baby she was born with. The innocent baby.....
Afgar, who had been lying down, secretly watched the scene by his parents. He hoped it was just a joke or a weightless drama scene but now his mother and future sister would die by the joke....
"Dad!!! STOP IT!!!" he screamed while sobbing.
Hearing Afgar's scream, he regained his senses and let go of his chuckle. What did he just do? He saw his trembling hands and his beloved wife lying in front of him unconscious.
Afgar gets up and wants to hit his father but his helpless mother takes precedence. He ran out of the room and asked for help, while his father just fell silent and continued to observe his wife's face. His trembling hand just now slowly became even more sturdy. The love in her eyes had disappeared again. The horned demon took over his body again. The sunlight is getting hotter....
Afgar's half-conscious mother slowly opened her eyes. But.....
He was so unsure, maybe that was the last time he opened his eyes. The shadow in her eyes reflected the figure of her beloved husband holding a vase of flowers and was about to slam her into the belly that protected her child. With all his might he tried to dodge but it was all in vain....
Blood had already flooded the room, the already stable sunlight clarifying the situation of the creepy room. The bloody room of a mother who protects her little goddess.
The pain is unbearable....
Then the world bleached.....
He sees the stories in his past as repeated in the form of sweet vidio-vidio which turned out to be still immortalized by time....
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*I saw a beautiful woman sitting by the river and playing with the river...
His small hands tried to form waves and ripples so that the calm river became crowded...
Someone then came and helped him mess up the peaceful atmosphere of the river. That was his love....
The story passed in an instant.....
The beautiful woman who hated the calm of the river water was seen clasping her lover's hand in front of her parents while crying, around her were seen scattered items and two elderly people who were in front of her were riding black...
The story passed by with an accompaniment of deception and mockery and disappeared in an instant....
The beautiful girl was waiting for someone in the quiet river, her favorite place and her lover. But the person he was waiting for never showed up. The calm river was now dark....
This story passed and disappeared in an instant.....
The beautiful girl waiting for the river was seen walking with the bride who was his best friend to pass the altar. She was seen holding back tears while biting both of her lips. Her lover was swearing and sitting in the armchair with his best friend.....
This story passes along the accompaniment of crying and is lost in a blink.....
The beautiful girl was seen wearing a shabby wedding dress. She doesn't look pretty but is like a ghost who killed her husband on the night of his wedding....
This story goes with the cry of a baby and disappears in an instant.....
The beautiful girl is now seen wearing a wedding dress again. Her lover was swearing at the ruler and then clasping his hands in whispers, we have been through everything well.....
This story passed with the scent of betrayal and disappeared in an instant.....
the stories end with the shadow of two lovers hugging a cute baby boy, then disappear in a moment*...
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nurses and doctors filled the room, all in a hurry to do emergency treatment. Afgar stood at the mouth of the door, he could not stop thinking his beloved father was actually doing that. He clenched his hands tightly and tried to withstand the tightness that was bothering him to stand firm. It flashed in his memory some tragedy that had always sprung up lately.....
He slowly left the room filled with cruelty. The doctors had to save the mother and her future sister at all costs.
He kept dragging his feet through the hospital hallways, stopping for a moment. His pupils are enlarged. The walls of the passage were roaring, Afgar did not stop slamming his fists against the innocent wall.
"WHO STARTED THIS TRAGEDY?" He shouted as loud as possible beating the sound of the wall roaring.
Ranni appeared in his memory and then drowned in the empty darkness....
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