Walking Dreams
Carlos

The dim lights in the room had a gloomy smell, in front of the fireplace that was still burning warmly, on the blood-red long chair, sitting casually was a black masked man with a hint of red carving exactly like the color of the chair he was sitting on. While holding a glass of red wine that he was shaking with a gurgle.

While enjoying the classical music he breathed deeply, like enjoying something, his eyes were sharp looking down, he smiled gloomily while stroking his silky black hair there.

" I should have said it when the fireworks went off, but I have a guest so I'm sorry.."

Said Carlos still continue to caress the long black hair of a woman, he still smiled despite the look of sadness there.

Not long after the door opened with someone standing there, he bowed respectfully waiting for his master to answer.

" How?"

" The guests have come, sir.."

" Serve them well, I'll be there soon."

" Good sir."

The waiter leaned back and closed the door, while Carlos was still staring at the woman.

" I remember the past.."

Carlos closed his eyes, his memory turning back many years ago, in the time when he was 10 years old and spoiled leaning on his mother's lap, maybe that's the only memory he still remembers down to the details.

At that time the birds whistled merrily in the branches of trees, there was a beautiful fountain in the park as well as a place for the birds to drink. Little Carlos enthusiastically looked at the birds in the distance, admiring the blue color of his feathers and the beautiful flapping of his wings.

" ah, here it turns out to be the mother prince. What took you so long to notice those birds?"

A young woman approached Carlos and stroked his head gently. Her beautiful face looked so calm to look at.

" Their colors are so beautiful and when they fly they are so very free, wherever they want to go they will fly as they please."

Hela again stroked Carlos' hair, clearly showing the look of her sad face even though she tried to smile.

" Will the prince accompany me to tea?"

Carlos looked up and saw his mother smiling, Carlos nodding and his wide smile that was worrisome enough to make people want to pinch his cheeks.

" Mom, why do you call me prince? I'm not the king's son, and our country is not ruled by the king."

At that time the two sat facing each other and warm tea was available there, and also Carlos favorite chocolate biscuits. Hela was silent for a long time and waved a sign asking Carlos to approach her, then she gently stroked Carlos' head, again.

" what does the prince's sweet mother's son think?"

Carlos was silent for a long time but finally replied.

" The prince is loved by many people and whatever he wants he gets. He's a happy man."

Hela smiled and hugged her son.

" Right baby, Prince Carlos was like that, mother loved Carlos more than anyone, and wanted to see Carlos happy like a prince. So Carlos is the mother's prince, and you're sure to be loved."

carlos replies to his mother's happy embrace, the two having fun that day with Carlos' chocolate biscuit still warm.

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The night was very cold, Carlos opened his eyes slowly and then rose from sleep. He walked out of the room because he was thirsty, the bright hallway made Carlos confused because usually the lights will turn off at midnight.

" Stop acting like this!"

The familiar voice in Carlos ears stopped his steps, he turned around and looked for the direction of the sound.

Aprankkk!!!

The sound of broken glass was heard from his father's workroom, for a moment Carlos felt surprised and afraid to continue the step, but the voice of Isak the mother made Carlos restless, he stepped back and tried to walk with his heart.

" I'll let you do anything! but not this time!!"

Hela shouted loudly in front of her husband who was not wearing a single cloth, in the work chair sat a woman who tried to cover herself.

" Do you now dare to oppose me!!!"

Jon pulled the collar of Hela's shirt hard, his hands clenched ready to slap Hela's pretty face.

" You jerk!! I'm not letting you take Carlos!!"

This time Jon's patience was at the top, he violently slapped Hela to the ground.

" You can't oppose me, baby.."

Jon approached the weeping Hela mixed with fear, the man put on a disgusting face of affection, stroked Hela's cheeks and wiped away her tears, he smiled softly but Hela rebelled and tried to remove Jon's grip.

" What was my mistake...? I let you sleep with a lot of women, even if it hurts !I let you do anything! even when you hit me..."

Hela sobbed bitterly, she could not move due to Jon's strong and painful grip.

" Don't take Carlos from me!! let me take care of him!"

" But I'm his dear father, I'll make you live a comfortable life, but Carlos has to be under my upbringing.."

" AND BEING A JERK LIKE YOU!!?"

PLAQUE!!!

" STOP!!!!"

Carlos ran up to his mother, his body shaking as he spread his arms wide, putting a boundary between Jon and Hela.

At that moment Jon's pupils looked at Carlos sharply.

" Don't hurt my mother!! bad dad!!"

Carlos cried hysterically and kept trying to protect Hela from the lecherous man before her. The boy's heart was racing, he was just following the instinct to protect who deserved to be protected, for Carlos Jon who was currently standing before him was not his father, he was just a scary boy.

" No Carlos, I'm asking your prince to go back to the room, ok.."

Hela approached Carlos, tried to calm down and smiled there.

" Hear what your mother Carlos heard? back to the room!!"

" And let my mother cry because of your dirty hands!!"

Obviously the look on Jon's face was so gloomy after hearing Carlos say, Hela hugged her son tightly, the man came forward and pulled Carlos rough and threw him to the floor hard.

" You're crazy!!! what did you do to my son!!!"

Hela tried to block Jon from approaching Carlos, but he just threw Hela like cotton . He took the rope and tied Carlos who could not fight.

" Then you have to see it, this is my love for your mother.you ! out now!!"

The woman who had been sitting in fear at Jon's desk rushed out and shut the door. But a few seconds later Jon followed out and locked the door from the outside.

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the man came back a few minutes later, his arms were slightly wet and there was a slight red spot, but his face was still the same, looking so gloomy. He approached Hela who was seen trying to untie the rope in her son's body.

" You think what you're doing."

Jon grabs Hela's hair and drags her away, while Carlos relentlessly calls his mother.

" Drink this!"

Jon pressed Hela's mouth to drink a glass of water that he was holding, Hela shook her head and tried to rebel, making the water in the glass partially spill. Jon took off his grip and approached Carlos.

" Buk!!!"

Jon kicked Carlos in the stomach hard, causing the boy to go into pain.

" If you don't drink it, I'll keep hitting it!"

Hela shook her head while crying.

" no, please... Carlos our son Jon.."

" But drink up!"

Hela shook her head while pleading, but Jon was not compassionate he prepared with his next kick. Hela pulled the man's leg and nodded, making Jon smile in satisfaction. He pushed the glass back and added something to it.

" You'll have to drink it out."

Hela nodded and uprooted the contents of all the water in it, her eyes flowing so profusely. He looked at Carlos and I.

" I'm sorry, my prince..."

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Carlos still vividly remembers the day on the eve of his mother's birthday, a day he couldn't possibly forget, right in the new year. His body was tightly bound and unable to move. He had to witness indecent acts at the age of 10 years. If he closes his eyes, Jon will hit him hard while his mother does not care about him as if a few minutes ago he turned into someone else and wild.

" Behold! your mother doesn't feel any pain, she likes her. This is the love between your father and mother Carlos..."

The jerk man was still doing his *** activities such as fidelity, his common sense was gone as well as his mother who had been crammed with drinks that Carlos did not know.The boy could only cry until his tears were dry, while his mother, Hela was not angry when his body was beaten, he only felt happy, but after that he cried when he realized Carlos was there, but would again lose his mind.

" YOU MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER!!! "

Carlos hurled a terrible rant at his father, but he never heard it, he got it from his parents in just a few hours.

" It looks like you've seen enough of this, baby.."

Jon said, then hit the nape of Carlos' neck to make the boy faint.

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Carlos opened his eyes, he recalled the past too far. He put the wine and kissed the woman's forehead in front of him.

" Happy birthday ma'am, sorry to say it too early..."

Carlos rubbed the woman's hair with a smile.

" Mom must understand.This is how I give love to mother."

Then Carlos got up after tucking Hela in the forehead a second time, he got up from sitting and put on his suit, he grabbed the hela and placed it with his heart in a luxurious gold-carved glass cabinet, he gently stroked Hela's head back, closing the glass cabinet.

Carlos's deepest love, though Hela was gone he would always stare at Hela's preserved head, giving her a high degree of care and gently stroking her head, like Hela who likes to stroke Carlos' head first.