Walking Dreams
Dad's house

Carla looked at herself in front of the mirror, trying to train her best smile to show in front of people. Her beautiful long hair in such a way, not forgetting the accessories attached to both ears, and the beautiful necklace that coiled around her neck. Her appearance was so elegant and gentle, it was perfect for a reddish-white Carla.

" oh my!!! you're really pretty! that man should have made you live in his mansion!"

Madam Syerlin said she saw the poor girl's beauty. He keeps blabbing Tampa stops, but Carla obviously doesn't respond to him, even when they're in the car.

" Aren't you luckier than the other kids, at least he'll use you in certain circumstances and be able to feel the luxury of life...."

" you were made his son? how does it feel to be happy?"

Sherlin keeps raving - definitely doing something with her mouth because she can't stop - making Carla even more uncomfortable, Carla sure must be the mistress next to her this is a new person.

" It's funny, he makes a child from the womb of another person into his child"

" you can shut up! I could have killed you! maybe I'll cut your throat!"

This time Carla can no longer be patient, these people do not have feelings, at least do not speak pretentiously, Carla squeezes her dress withholding emotions.

" h-well I won't speak again. But let's face it, we don't meet guests with sour faces"

Syerlin no longer spoke until they reached their destination.

the car stopped right in the front lobby of the house, Carla got out of the car with the woman. He saw the house that never changed, for Carla this house was the beginning of his bad life. Just looking at it made Carla want to destroy it.

The house is surrounded by green trees and not too far from the center of the crowd, the house is nuanced western with a luxurious design. But still beautiful with a spacious garden, maybe wider than a football field.near the door there is already a special person to welcome guests, and some cars just came.See from the outside that the event has started from earlier. The two of them went inside, and immediately found a large and magnificent hall there. It was like a dance session because it looked like some people were dancing in the middle of the hall. Carla was still silently standing until the end a middle-aged obedient man approached with a wide smile.

" Ah, father's son has finally come too, why so long?"

The man said softly, Carla hugged the man with a wide smile.

" There's a meeting I have to attend. I'm sorry, but this event is more important...."

Carla speaks as a son to her father. In fact, it is 100% different than usual. He looks like the son of a happy rich family.

" Oh!! is this your son named Carla? she's really pretty and sweet"

A woman in a red dress approached the two, while the mistress of syerlin joined the socialite women and did not know what to say.

" Thank you for the compliment madam, you look so beautiful today even you choose the right clothes"

Said Carla while looking down thanks.

" It seems that the good nature of your beautiful girl is greatly decreased from you, Mr. Carlos."

" Ahahaha, of course because he's my son."

Said Carlos proudly, the man stroking

carla's head was soft and smiled sincerely.

" Do you like fashion class very much?"

" Right, let alone my father supporting me so much and he also said the important thing is I'm happy."

Carla continues to talk to the red-clad lady, while Carlos re-joins his colleagues, at least he has checked how Carla will act tonight. The lady took Carla to a table that was filled with socialite women, she invited Carla to talk about fashion because they were interested in it.

" excuse me to the toilet for a moment"

Carla said in the middle of the conversation, the women were welcome. Upon arriving at the toilet Carla's face was flat again, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

" I hate you so much today!!"

Carla told herself she was tired of smiling and playing pretend.

" If only I could get out of here! if only I could kill that man!"

It felt like Carla wanted to cry now, but she should be able to endure it.

"dad, mother..what should I do?...I can't say his name again, if I call him he will get hurt."

Carla looked back at the mirror, hoping that Alang was standing there.

" What took you so long? dad called you!"

" I'll be right there"

" huh! how could you prefer you over me?!"

The girl blabbering in a bully tone made Carla pause for a moment, yet she did not care, it was better to quickly leave the place and not deal with it. Carla walked down the long hallway with shades of brown latte and some decorative furniture attached to the fairly high wall. There are several rooms there that Carla used to see several times. In the distance Carla saw a woman who had a little trouble carrying some of the things she would bring into a room, the woman must be a waiter here.

Carla approaches to try to help, but the closer she gets to the beating heart Carla sees the thin looking body.

" I-mom?..."

Said Carla Lirih, she tried to reach for the female pretentious before her. The woman turned her head, shocked and seemed to accidentally drop the item she was carrying.

" Sir...." Carla gets closer, but the woman walks back and even turns around trying to leave. But Carla quickly grabbed the frail hand and hugged it.

" Sir...."

The woman fell silent while trying to hold back the cry. He hugged Carla tightly for a moment but quickly let go . Yasmin could not deny, however a child would know about her mother. Yasmin missed her beloved son. But Yasmin had to avoid, she did not want bad things to happen.

"Go!!" yasmin said firmly, making Carla astonished and in disbelief.

" What does mom mean! We just met! d-and I think mom's been_"

" Carlos will hurt you if he knows we're meeting!!, I can't see you baby, I'm sorry mom"

Yasmin Purau said, she did not know what to say.

" No!!! how could I just walk away if the mother I thought was dead stood before me!!! how could you tell me to leave?!"

Carla's tears could no longer be contained, she wanted to hug her mother, wanted to cry loudly and let go of her suffering. Carla's feelings are mixed between sad, happy and angry.

Carla grabs Yasmin's hands and looks her mother in the eye.

" Let's run away from this place! mom and I can be together again, we'll never meet that jerk!"

Yasmin looked at her son and shook her head.

" Mom won't leave here, neither you nor mother"

" What did you say?! "

" if you're being nice Carlos says he won't hurt you, he says he won't kill you"

Carla did not believe what her mother had just said. Hurt her? killed her? Carla laughs inwardly, Carlos is unlikely to kill her because she is the source of the man's wealth.

" Carlos won't kill me, ma'am."

" What do you mean?"

" CARLOS WILL NEVER KILL ME!! BECAUSE I'M THE BANK THAT LIVES FOR HIM!"

Carla was crying in the silence between the two of them. Yasmin was still shocked by her son's statement. Doesn't he live here? was he not educated and treated well? even Yasmin saw her son dressed in beautiful clothes.

PROKK! PROKK! PROKK!!

" It seems like your meeting was a lot of fun."

Carlos approached the two who were somehow there with some black-robed men.

" Didn't the Rose tell you to return to the great hall immediately? so how did it end this way, baby?"

Carlos tried to stroke Carla's head as usual, but was quickly swept away by her with emotion.

" Mister Carlos.Don't you say Carla will be well taken care of?" yasmin said with pleading. Carlos brought his face closer, and whispered.

" Of course I take good care of him, otherwise I would have thrown him in the trash!"

As Yasmin's pupils widened with a trembling body, Carlos stood up straight again and stared intently at Yasmin.

" Look at your pretty girl, even if her eyes are swollen from crying, she will always be healthy because she gets the best care."

This time Carlos smiled cunningly, Yasmin slumped to the floor limply, crying while hitting Carlos's powerless legs.