Suffering
Chapter 1

ATTENTION!!! IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE DARK CHILDHOOD OF THE MC. YOU CAN READ FROM CHAPTER (4)!! BUT IT IS RECOMMENDED YES READ FROM THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTER SIH ... (^^)

05 January 2025 ....

Grain of water came down from the sky, soaking the ground and the streets around. The clouds that had previously appeared bright white were now left with only thick black clouds covering the sky. The sun was now not felt. Only leaves a cold atmosphere, a little dark because of the increasingly heavy rain.

His bright purple eyeball looked at the specks of rain from behind the glass window. Sitting pensively propping up his chin, his eyes staring out the window, looking at the increasingly heavy rain spatter fluttering the school grounds.

A pair of hands appeared to deftly roll a piece of paper that had been given cold water to form medium-sized balls. His right hand, wrapped in white plastic gloves holding the paper ball, he lifted it, then threw it towards the little boy sitting in the corner of the room, near the window door.

'I'll fuck it up. For sure this will be very exciting, ' the inner child while his hands focus on rolling the paper.

The child's eyes were still looking at the outside of the window The rain spots were growing, increasingly heavy. His hands still propped up his chin, occasionally he blinked both eyes.

His eyes blinked again as his right cheek felt exposed to something cold. His eyes glanced slightly at the right cheek. The paper ball felt cold on his right cheek, so cold.

His right hand was raised, about to grab that cold-tasting paper ball. The right cheek until it was red because it was exposed to cold water, precisely the water coming from the refrigerator, had not frozen.

'Why does he bother me so much? I'm so sick of seeing that shitty face," Kevin said.

Kevin's eyes caught the figure of a child his age standing not too far away from him sitting. The child's mouth seemed to grin with satisfaction, in his right hand there was still one ball of cold paper.

With a rough hand Kevin threw a paper ball on the floor, then circulated his gaze back outside the window. The figure of the child appears to put on a sour face when Kevin did not give the slightest raaksi.

"Hey! You don't have a father, do you? I heard your mother is not sane. Did I say right?" asked the boy with a smile, as if provoking Kevin's emotions.

But the pitch-black-haired little boy was silent unmoved, as if the naughty boy's spicy speech was just a passing wind that need not be ignored.

Once again the hand that held the paper ball was thrown. For the second time the paper ball was about to hit Kevin's cheek. But quickly the boy caught a cold paper ball with just two fingers without turning his head. The brat was wide in disbelief, he could only cluck in annoyance as he sat back on his stool due to the lesson that was about to begin.

Bell rings. Kevin's eyes looked out the window. Rain spots still fall on the ground, forming grains as big as corn seeds. Kevin sighed softly while carrying the bag behind his back.

"Huh. I thought it would stop raining home" muttered Kevin with his visibly riled-up face.

No coats, no umbrellas. Kevin can only wait until the rain subsides in front of the school terrace. He could not wait in class because soon all the doors of the school would be closed.

The atmosphere is getting cold. Dark clouds never disappear, thin fogs begin to appear making the atmosphere becomes gripping. Both hands rubbed the back of the hand, also hugging his own body to relieve the cold that began to enter the body.

When all the school doors were closed, Miss Miranti, Kevin's homeroom teacher, walked out of the room and opened her umbrella. When the two legs were about to step through the rain, his eyes accidentally saw his student son who was still on the front porch.

Bu Miranti had looked at her student carefully before she finally nodded slowly as she walked up to him.

"Kevin, why are you still here?" ma'am Miranti asked as she patted Kevin's back gently, making the boy flinch.

Kevin turned his head for a moment and looked back in front of him and replied, "I'm still waiting for the rain to stop. I don't have an umbrella or raincoat." His face was flat, cold.

"No need, Mom," said Kevin flatly.

"Why? The rain will not stop. Let me take you home, it's okay."

"no need. I can go home by myself, thanks for coming with me." Kevin ran, leaving behind Bu Miranti who was still standing quietly on the school terrace.

The faster Kevin's feet step through the increasingly heavy rain, to make his uniform and carrying bag soaked. Both of Bu Miranti's eyes were still staring at Kevin's back which was passing away while sighing softly, then grabbed his umbrella and passed away through the rain.

When Kevin arrived in front of his yard, the grains of water as big as corn seeds had now begun to shrink, forming drizzle spots.

Kevin stood at the door, rubbing the back of his hand while taking off his shoes and socks. After taking off his socks and shoes, Kevin knocked on the door.

"Mother!"

Silence, no one opened or answered from the mother. Slowly his hand moved holding the doorknob, and opened the door. Silence, silence and darkness. That's what it looks like when Kevin enters the house that looks simple.

Kevin was silent, standing in the doorway. He gulped, circulating his gaze around the corner of the room. Silent, also minimal lighting with dim lights installed on the roofs of the sky with white paint that has slightly peeling.

The floor looked a little dirty, there were muddy footprints stuck to the floor. Kevin slowly stepped into the room.

"Kevin, where have you been?" The sound was familiar to Kevin. The Mother

named Madya.

Without Kevin knowing, from the moment he entered the house. The figure of a middle-aged woman with her hair draped was standing in the dark.

Kevin stopped at the door of his room, his hand that had been holding the doorknob was immediately pulled and turned around, staring at the Mother who seemed to be looking at him coldly.

"So it rained. And I had to wait for the rain to stop a little bit to get home. There's no umbrella or raincoat at home." Kevin seemed to be stammering in speech, a streak of cold sweat soaking his hands and cheeks.

Madya walked over to her only son. His eyes stared blankly at Kevin, his right hand moving touching Kevin's head. The boy seemed to be trembling, his face down, his hands shaking violently.

Kevin raised his face as he felt the gentle touch of his hand. The woman was still staring blankly at Kevin.

"Next time you have to go home. I don't care if you have to be rained." His tone looked cold, his face was flat, and his gaze looked terrible.

The hand that had previously touched Kevin's head gently, now felt tight and painful as the sharp nails in his hand slightly pierced Kevin's head flesh.

"Kevin promised to be home in time!" yells. Kevin grimaced with the pain in his head.

Madya took off her hand that was gripping Kevin's head, the woman stepped away into the room. After Madya enters the room, Kevin touches her head. It looked as though a thick red liquid was sticking to his palm.