Young Miss Assistant
Enviousness

The wind blew on the face of a young man, staring at the window of a car passing through an urban street.

"You know the consequences, right?" ask someone with a code bar tattoo on his left hand.

Gabriel breathed a rough sigh, "I went to medical school, not involved in business. Why are you messing with my personal life!!" annoyed screams.

"Show your loyalty to the master, end it all yourself. Or you want me to end it.." Someone from the driver's seat said a smile, as if thirsty with blood.

"I'll end it, don't you dare touch it!! Or I will use my meager power to destroy my brother..." Gabriel nodded his forehead irritated.

"You kill only to say goodbye. It's troubling." he stepped on the accelerator followed by a black car behind them.

***

The night was getting darker, Citra was putting her son to sleep. Little Ren, not yet asleep, until the sound of a car stopped in front of their house.

The image immediately rose towards the living room, followed by Ren. The mother-daughter peeked out of the window curtain, looking at the young man she missed coming down from the car with a grim face.

"Dad..." Little Ren looks happy, about to open the door of the house, welcoming the arrival of his father.

However, his little fingers were stopped by Citra. Staring with a pale face, a young man with long bound hair who used to look for Gabriel. With a firearm on his waist.

The image immediately pulled on his son's arm, putting him in a large cupboard where he kept the equipment.

'Don't come out, except for the mother who opened the closet door. And do not look out, ' Citra said using her sign language.

Ren clasped his mother's cold hands, as if frightened, not understanding the situation.

The image smiled, shook his head, kissed his son's forehead. Before finally the door of the closet was large enough it was closed.

Little Ren looked curious, peeking out from the gap of the slightly perforated closet door.

The sound of the door being knocked was heard, Citra opened the door giving way for her guests to enter. Only two people were there, a young man with a similar face in his mother's wedding photo. And another young man who had long hair tied up, Ren slightly glanced at the young man as he approached the closet. There's a barcode tattoo on his left wrist.

The smiling image walks towards the kitchen making jasmine tea. A moment later, the fragrant aroma of tea filled the room, the woman served three cups of tea on a cold night.

Gabriel tried to smile, for a moment then wiped his tears, drank tea in front of him.

"Do you live well?" tanyakanya.

Citra nodded in agreement, sitting opposite Gabriel. The woman smiled, longing visible on the look on her face.

"You're getting thinner..." Gabriel smiled back.

The image exhaled a rough breath, walking towards his room, showing a wooden box containing dozens of gold bars each weighing 20 grams.

"Cici, why not use it?" tanyanya softly, "I can sign language now.." he continued.

The image began to move his hand, 'I want to use it when you come back, and we stay together like we used to.' he replied sincerely.

Gabriel began to shed his tears, the young man behind him, patting him on the shoulder."If you can't, let me." whispered.

"Don't let me..." Gabriel began to rise, "Cici, stand up." he said.

The woman began to stand up, Gabriel walked over to her, hugging her tightly, "Sorry, I beg you to sleep.." whispered, thrusting a small scalpel tucked in his pocket into the body of the woman who was still his wife.

The image of a smile with teary eyes holding back his cries, his body falling drenched in blood, gazing towards the cupboard where it was before him.

Lendra, he said in his heart, holding his stomach, so as not to bleed too much. He didn't want his son to hate his father.

However, his consciousness was gone, Citra began to close her eyes.

"Happy?" gabriel asked the young man, tears still running down his cheeks, walking past from the house.

"Lumayan.." the young man smiled, following Gabriel's footsteps, leaving the small house Citra occupied.

The boy's face was pale, silent in the closet. Waiting, hoping his blood-soaked mother on the floor would rise, opening the door for him.

However, the body of the woman who had given birth and raised him was carried by someone in a black suit who came in another car, looking like people who came with a cold-blooded man in the eyes of his son now.

The room was filled with smoke, the house was set on fire intentionally. Little Ren came out of the closet, coughing. Glanced at the wooden box containing gold sent by his father for years. Then slamming it, the roof wood began to body, one of the tiles struck his left arm.

The 5-year-old knew that, walking out of his house through the kitchen holding the arm of his right hand which was in pain.

Ren, who was smart enough for a child his age, reached into his pocket containing 5000 rupiah money. Walking staggered away from his house, which gradually turned into a pile of ashes.

His steps were limp, until he got near the pick-up car of the tea carrier owned by Mr. Wijoyo. One of the children of the richest man in his village ate ice cream, which the old man bought.

Right said the neighbor, why didn't my mother just marry him? Money and power, everything is more precious than just affection.His assumption is wrong, making himself will submit to Dea, asking Jeny to love anyone who will marry her.

A sense of inferiority, growing slowly in the heart of the child with that dirty body.

The pick up car engine started to ignite, little Ren quietly climbed onto it hiding on top of a pile of tea leaves that had been packed in several sacks.

Living in a wounded heart, not wanting to be found again by all his family members. Crying longs for the warmth of her mother's fingers, which she may no longer be able to feel.

***

The urban hustle and bustle, tall skyscrapers. What's to be done? No place to grow potatoes? How can I eat? the stupid question that came to the boy's head.

Ren, holding his money which is only 5000 rupiah, the only talisman he has today. His thirst roared, passing through a food stall, "Holder, can I have some water?" tanyakanya.

"That cost five hundred." said the food stall keeper, pointing to the smallest bottled water.

"No, I'd like to ask, just a glass," little Ren said. In his village it used to be quite easy just to ask for a glass of water, but a rough answer obtained by the 5-year-old child.

"Basic if you want to beg don't be here!! After asking for water, ask for food!! Nothing here is free!! You just made my customers run away!!" she said pulling Ren's arm, pushing him out of the stall.

Nothing is free? However, the money in his hand was only 5000 rupiahs. Either can survive until when. Until finally, the boy found a city park water tap. His little hand held the water to drink slowly.

***

Day by day, his 5000 rupiah was up, just to buy bread. From a few days ago the boy was scavenging for trash, hoping to find leftovers, eating them even if he found little.

Can't possibly happen? But that is the fact, five-year-old children who are accustomed to living in the village, must adapt to the circumstances in the city without the presence of their parents. Her body feels hot, the child may have a fever at this time.

Take shelter in the heavy rain in front of the closed shop, curled up in the cold of the floor, "Mother." she said softly with tears flowing.

Until, someone brought the semi-conscious child into the car.

"Why drown so? Is it still alive?" ask one of the people.

"Still breathing, once healthy we can send directly.." the person who holds it in the car said.

True, being kidnapped by an organ sales agent is the best thing that has happened to her in weeks...

***

Elsewhere, a few weeks ago...

Gabriel immediately ran in panic."Hows it? Did that guy and brother see you guys take him?" tanyakanya.

"No," said the man who carried the body Citra.

Gabriel, who was a surgeon, immediately put on his green clothes, as well as his gloves, as well as his mask."Honey, sorry, hang on." he said with a trembling tone holding back tears, starting to sew wounds that did not penetrate any organs in the image. Blood flowed through the hose to his wife's wrist.

Gabriel exhaled violently after his wife's state stabilized, beginning to realize the awkwardness. The structure of his stomach was like a person who had been fat or had given birth.The young man was silent for a moment, not knowing about his son's presence in this world.

Seriate