Suffering
Chapter 24

The sun above the sky radiated its rays, striking the body figure that was only wrapped in that sleeveless plain black T-shirt. Shows his arm muscles that appear prominent. That's Arnold.

A clenched hand clad in plain white cloth wrapped around him hit the samsak in front of him in a continuous motion. Sweat began to wet his temple, until it dripped on his face and neck. And not long after, Arnold pulled a plain cloth wrapped around the back of his hand a little rough, then threw his butt on the granite floor.

He grabbed a bottle of drink on a short table, then downed it to the toilet. "Huh .. I can't help anymore. If I look weak in front of Dad, then I will definitely be underestimated again."

He placed the drink bottle on the floor violently, making the sound of the iron drink bottle ringing when it touched the granite floor violently.

"Kevin, he really pisses me off. Who exactly is he? Why would you want to kill him?" thought Arnold.

He again grabbed the bottle of drink to his right side sitting down. However, when Arnold tilted the bottle of drink near his already open mouth, not a single drop of water came in, making him cluck.

Arnold grabbed the phone on the table, glaring at it. His eyes were slightly widened and immediately put the flat object on the table, then began to rise to his feet. And walk away to the bottom floor.

"Dad? Tumben once Dad's home now?" arnold asked while sitting on the sofa, facing the father who seemed to focus on his phone.

"Why don't you go to school?" gery asked without taking his eyes off the flat object in his hand.

"Because of my fight with Kevin. I'm suspended for one week." Arnold lowered his face that was starting to blush red. Her lips trembled with both hands clasping tightly, seeming strange.

"Arnold, you have to help Dad. I can't kill him, but you can" said Gery with a wide grin on his lips.

Gery's words made Arnold flinch and raise his face. "A-pa! Why would Arnold? I hate him, but I can't kill him. It's Dad's job, not mine." Arnold shifted his butt backwards, his countenance looking panicked.

Gery thrusts his body forward, bringing his face closer. Arnold gulped when it was clear to the father with his intimidating eyes. He made the young man look back on his face.

"You don't want to help Dad? Wasn't it enough what Dad did for you?

What is your purpose in educating you all this time? Teach martial arts, teach shooting techniques correctly? All that I did to make you stronger, not flabby!"

The father's words with cynical eyes made Arnold's throat choked. Instantly Arnold's body began to weaken, moving both hands smoothly.

He was thinking back to his past. His brain again digested the time when he was a child. He recalled every incident a few years ago. More precisely, at the time seven years ago ....

"Why did you do it wrong! Don't be so weak!" Gery allowed both feet of the little Arnold who was standing to put the horses together with a little rough. Arnold grimaced with the pain when his father pulled one of his legs.

"Daddy's pants, this hurts," said the little Arnold. Both eyes began to glaze over, collecting patches of clear water on the eyelids.

However, the look of Arnold's face that is hard does not make Gery melt. He was still with a firm face standing in front of Arnold, his eyes looking at every movement of the horses that had not been true.

"You really suck! Do you want to continue like this? You really embarrassed me!" firmly Gery. Making Arnold bite down on his lips, until it dripped a little thick red liquid from there.

"I'll try!" said Arnold loudly. He began to justify the foot of installing the horses, until in the end his feet began to properly install the horses.

Then Gery walked away, leaving Arnold visible with hunting breath. He threw his ass on the back porch of the house with both palms propping up the back. His body slightly leaned back.

"Why is Dad like this to me? Do I have to be like this to make Dad happy? But, it's clear what you want you don't want" said little Arnold.

Slowly, little Arnold closed his little eyes. The wind came blowing, hitting his tiny body that looked with dust sticking to it. Until he opened his eyes wide again when his ears caught the sound of something breaking in the house.

"What happened!" Arnold stood up quickly, and then ran into the house.

"Why did you do this to my son! I don't want my son to get hurt just because of that stupid wish of yours!" exclaim the figure of a woman with teary eyes. Clear water began to drip from the corner of the net.

The words of the long silver-haired female figure surging before him made Gery harden her jaw. He glanced at the table to his left, then his hand grabbed the glass jar on the table. And threw it on the floor, causing the sound of broken glass to sound loud.

"You better shut up and don't be cute! I'm doing this for Arnold's sake too!" exclaims Gery did not lose his challenge.

"Commission Arnold?" The woman chuckled with a sour face. "You sure it's for his own good? Isn't it because you want her to be like this despicable you!"

Gery clenched one hand, then the other raised, landing a slap hard enough on the woman's cheek in front of him. The woman's body fell onto the granite floor.

"Why don't you just shut up and be a devoted wife to her husband! You really have insulted me!"

"I'm not insulting. But this is the truth!"

Gery spread his eyes across the house. And those eyes stopped at a gun lying on a glass table. He walked up to the glass table, grabbed the gun. Then he pointed it right in front of the woman's face in front.

"You want to finish me off? Just shoot me! Shoot it!" exclaimed the woman in the middle of her stuffing.

"You're the wife who doesn't know it's lucky! I'm sorry I married you! You're always against every word I say, every thing I do!"

Gery's hand holding the gun began to move his fingers attached to the trigger, about to pull the trigger. However, a strong push from behind made Gery's body stagger and fall onto the granite floor.

"Dad can't kill Mom! I'm not gonna let that happen!" exclaim Arnold. He hugged his mother tightly.

"Hey Arnold. I'll tell you how to be a talented assassin like me." A smile on Gery's lips.

He grabbed Arnold's hand, pulling it to force his body to stand. Then without Arnold knowing, Gery began to pull the trigger gun, right hit the head of the woman's figure.

"Mother!"

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