TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
BLOODSHED

Dara had just woken up in a room. He was surprised because the room was not his but a foreign room. Good in delivering two bowls of boiled noodles. "I, ko, sleep here?"

"Pity to sleep on the couch."

"Kok, can I fall asleep?"

"Why do we remember again?" good Goda.

"Eh, we're not crazy anymore, are we?" Dara panic.

"Soiled, his mind got there. Danger is a child." He was taunted, but encouraged by Dara. Almost the noodles he was about to bribe fell to the floor.

"I'm serious, Gus!"

"Nothing. I just don't want my mom to know there's a girl in this house. He and papa just got home from shopping in emol!"

"Mall!" errat Dara.

"My mouth, really. Just protest! Eat, tuh!"

"So how do I get home?"

"Wait for our mom-uh! Mama I mean it! Wait for my mom to catch your breath. We can go quietly."

"Sounds like eloping."

"Whatever. What is clear is that they don't like me being close to other people let alone being invited to the house."

"So you're just friends on the outside?"

"I was mute until I was nine because I had no friends. Mom and dad are busy."

"What's the problem?"

"The truth is mute."

"Why can you talk now?"

"Because they're in normal school. My parents thought I was mute, they sent me to an amazing school. I didn't accept it so I ran away. One day I met a little girl she's chatty, bawel. Keep talking, but I like it and laugh. I started learning to say every word I remember. Two, three words convinced them that I was a normal kid. I write I want to go to a regular school. At first they weren't sure, but I whined about not eating and kept getting angry? Finally the request was accepted. At first I was mocked, but a month I started to study every gesture and speech. I imitated him secretly. A year later, when I was bullied, I shouted to the teacher. Ye know? They're shocked. I didn't think I could talk." It was good to laugh when he said that.

"Hem, pity."

"Ah, cocky!"

"Mom and Dad are looking for me."

"Oh, I forgot to call the prospective in-laws. I'll call first, deh." He was trying to reach the phone.

"Heh, don't talk carelessly with my papa!" threaten Dara with a fork.

"Anu, Papa-in-law."

"Hey!" dara protest.

"Sussst, don't be noisy. Speaking of papa!" He shut Dara's mouth. The girl glared. He bit off Good's hand until it bled. Instantly Nice grimaced. He hung up. "Become?!" Dara's eyes lit up. This girl is sucking Good blood. "Become!" Good pushing Dara.

Dara realized, she saw the palm of Good. "Good, I didn't mean it!"

It was good to raise your hand, signalling that Dara would not come near. "You don't do that. If you want blood I can give, but don't gini." He grabbed the drawer and pulled out the bandage. Bandage wounds.

"I was not intentional. I'm sorry!" Dara sobbing.

Good to wipe Dara's tears. "That's it, I get it."

"Aren't you angry?"

"No."

"Gus, I don't want to be Kuyang!"

Instantly Nice smelling the aroma of incense. He looked at Dara. This girl held a sting on her neck. "Become!"

"Gus, I can't stand it! Aghs! My neck hurts!"

"Susst, someone will hear. Don't scream!"

"Saa-am!" Nice to silence Dara's mouth with a cloth. He then came out.

It is good to enter a room and then open the door on the floor. He went down the stairs. Good to press the switch on the wall. Suddenly everything became light. "Mama-Papa?" He's walking soon. When we arrived at a small room. Good to see the burning. He immediately reached for bottled mineral water in a wooden bed without a mattress. Just be watered until the fire goes out. "Where are they?" It's good to put the empty bottle back.

Good to go back to Dara's room. He saw Dara covered in blood. "Wow, there's no way he's coming home like this. Could die I get beat up by my father-in-law, nih!" Nice scratching rough head. "Become, wake. Change your clothes!" However, Dara who had been exhausted endured the pain was not even conscious.

"Good, who are you inside?"

It's mama!" Good panic. He immediately covered Dara with a blanket.

"Apaan, hell, Ma. It's a good hand bitten by a cat." Good showing his hand.

Fine looked at Nice's wounds. His eyes glistened at the sight of blood. "Mom see?"

It was good to immediately hide his right hand. "Don't!" Good to close the door soon.

"I sure smell the blood. Time, I don't recognize the smell of a child's own blood?"

"Mama why?"

"Pa, mama feels there's a girl in the room Nice."

This fifty-year-old man sighed. "If it belongs to Good, don't be disturbed. Poor him."

"But, Pa--"

"That's it!" He pulled Fine who was reluctant to leave Nice's room.

Good listening from the door. He then rubbed his chest after they left. "Become!" He tried to wake Dara. "Did he die?" He tried to check the pulse then the heartbeat. "Still alive?" Good scratching the head. Cellphone's ringing. He immediately grabbed it and knew it from Anggara. "Hello, Om?"

"Because it's still the same you?

"Yes, Om. I'll take you home."

"Kok, how long? What are you doing with my son, hem? Want to be killed or tortured?"

"Om, here!"

"Om, kidding, but if it's lacking one in his body you'll get smashed!"

"We might go home tonight, Om."

Anggara stood up from his chair. "What?! From day to night? What are you guys?!"

"Nothing, Om. Just in the room."

"Oh, Gus, it hurts!" ringis Dara's. He tried to sit. "Gus, there's a lot of blood! How am I going home, papa must be worried?!" Dara panic.

Nice hot cold. Anggara listen. "Heh, what are you doing there? What are you my son?!"

"Eh, papa!" Dara snatched the Nice phone.

"You're the same acid kid, huh?!"

"Nothing, Pa."

"Where are you now?"

"In the Good House."

"Where?"

"Room."

"Who else is there?"

"It's just the two of us, Pa."

"Whoever else are you like him, huh? Can I eat, drink?"

"Yes, Pa. Eat and drink. Medications as well."

"Okay, son! You after that sleep or dizzy?"

"Sleeping on the couch and then getting lifted into bed."

Nice to fit on the wall. He shriveled while covering himself with a blanket. "Basin' stupid chick!"

"Wait there, Papa's coming!" Anggara put the office phone.

"What's wrong with you, sir?" ask Adi while sweeping the office.

"You're meeting a potential ghost!" Anggara immediately headed for the motor then left.

"You're meeting a potential ghost, her face is so scary." Adi continued sweeping.

"What's wrong with you, Gus?" tanya Dara was surprised to see Bagus wrapping himself on the side of the bed.

"Why-why! You may not have been honest. Your father thinks I'm that to you!"

Dara scratched the back of the head. He did not understand what Good meant. He only answered what Anggara asked. "Where's my fault?"