Gloomy of past.

I see the roof when I see the rooftop in the orange afternoon. Memories of the past flashed in my mind. I was about to dodge, but seeing her made me fell silent. Somehow? I prefer to look at the rooftop in the evening that is about to get dark.

I hear the voices of the past and, they screamed, then wept. That's me! I'm the one scream my mom's all wailing.

Brack!

"Ooo!" I shouted in the dream.

Someone had hit me from behind, while I was standing in front of the office door face.

"Sorry, Mir!" he said.

I ducked, "Well, that's fine."

Without realizing it, that afternoon, I saw rain falling from the sky. A drizzle invites in a slightly dark afternoon. I saw a woman my age walking so fast away from me.

He opened the umbrella and left the office. But I? I can't cross myself.

Suddenly, a blue umbrella landed on top of my head.

"Come on!" call me.

I turned to the man. Turn out he's my boss, the most annoying boss! I glanced at him without a hint of warmth.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I can do it myself," my opponent then dodged.

His hand grabbed mine tightly. I was stopped by his tug, "What's wrong?"

"Why aren't you home yet?" asked Jebran.

"I have something to do," I said.

"Come back!"

"Work time is up. So hurry home!" he asked.

I tried to fight back. Finally, I succumbed to his gaze. I turned around to go to the parking lot behind the building.

I walk very fast, and my face still looks sour and sour.

Someone followed me slowly. I ignored him then got in my car to hurry back home.

It seemed that someone was no stranger. However, I didn't see it. The man watched me go. Who is he? The man showed his face, Mehmed smiled in the middle of the parking lot of my office.

My father! That's my dad!

However, I'm already out of there.

"Excuse me, sir. Who are you looking for?" asked Jebran on his back.

Mehmed turned his body and looked closely at the handsome man.

"Are you Emira's boss?" asked Mehmed in a gentle tone.

"Well, what's going on?" asked Jebran curiously.

"Hem, nothing. But, there is something I have to give him. But, I dare not meet him. Can I leave it to you?" asked Mehmed, handing him a gray box with a ribbon.

"Oh, of course, sir. If I may ask, who are you?" asked Jebran again.

Mehmed walked beside Jebran's tall body. Mehmed's body did look tall, but it was still clear that Jebran had the upper hand.

Then he whispered, "From someone who always misses him."

Mehmed left Jebran was just dumbfounded. Suddenly he turned around while suspecting the man's departure.

Jebran frowned, "Ah, there's no way Emira is playing with uncles."

"Is Emira that flirtatious?"

"Is Emira that crazy?"

"Wow! I have to get that answer."

"Don't let me love comfort women!"

Jebran hastily left the place. A luxury car sped past the parking lot. Jebran was still thinking about those strange things again.

His eyes darted around, his hands rubbing his chin with a look of worry and suspicion.

Unconsciously, Jebran immediately met Emira at his house. The car stopped in front of the iron fence. However, the steps did not move forward when he heard.

"Don't look for your father! Never meet him. You must avoid him, Emira!"

"What did you say?!" I said.

"Your father met your mother and threatened us all. I don't wanna you to be taken by her," my mother moaned.

"Mom, I'm an adult. I can't be innocent," I roared.

I hugged my mother's arms tightly. This time it was very close. My mother groaned in pain. Suddenly, the past came back and immediately grabbed me.

Jebran took a step back as my mother. We argued with each other. After that, a cry hit my mother in an instant.

Jebran entered the car, discouraged from meeting me. He started to frown as he squeezed it.

"Could it be, was that his father?!" called Jebran in his confusion.

"There's no way his father could be that bad!" Jebran grumbled away.

Seen gray box is still sitting neatly next to the steering wheel.

***

        I made hot tea for my mother. I presented it to him as he sat on the sofa in the living room.

"Here, have a drink, ma'am."

"I'm a little scared. But, I feel annoyed when I run into your father," said the mother.

"Should we move? No way, Mom. Wherever we are, they will surely find us. My father is a mafia, while there are so many men," I blurted out.

"Mother could only be silent but kept moaning in front of her."

I heard the mother's complaint. But, my eyes looked at the beauty of the pink flower was still relaxing to calm me down.

My hand reached for the cherry blossom that was not alive. If he is still alive, I want to feel, how is enjoying the rain of flowers so special?

"Emira, did you hear mom?!" my mother complained.

Suddenly I turned to my mother made my eyes stick out in front of her.

"I heard it, Mother."

I approached the mother looked a little pale. I frowned and said, "Mom, tell me! What made you afraid of dad? Has he ever done anything to you?!"

Mom looked at me very deeply. A glimpse of the past began to be recording in his mind.

"Ten years ago."

Mother began to tell the past that made her so horrified.

***

A house in the corner of the village is where I used to live. My mother walked and tried to approach that house looked very quiet, but it's was guarded by several men.

My mother was surprised and then tried to peek.

There was the sound of squeezing and rubbing in the room. My mother got a small hole then saw my father was having sex with a young girl.

The screams were no longer hear because the girl's mouth tightly gagged. The girl's bound with her naked body. My father sighed with pleasure at the girl's body while my mother gasped and screamed.

"Aaaa!!!"

Some men took my mother's body and put her into the room. My father half-naked approached my mother with a flirtatious look.

"If your mouth is wide open. Then I will kill you to get rid of your entire family! However, my daughter will be my first meal like this girl. If you can be quiet, then you will get the same share as the girl, hahaha. Is done one! Your life will be more peaceful if you don't act rashly."

Someone tied my mother with rope and covered her mouth.

My father's laughter seemed so naughty that it even broke my mother's heart. My mother closed her eyes when she saw how disgusting her husband was doing that right in her eyes.

Tears drained dry down my mother's cheeks. Hug the body in the room in the heart. Want to open, but locked up. Her eyes closed while draining tears of sadness and, my mother was in so much pain seeing this incident.

The insistence of the voice messed with my mother's memory. My mother's body and soul thrashed when her husband continued his lecherous deeds.

How does this feel?

If you have to see one husband enjoy with that's the body and snatching the virginity of the girls.

Debt paid off from worldly pleasures. Payback already from the sale of the bodies of the virgins.

It is a disease that is in my father. The ML maniac is sad! The mafia is dirty in a dirty way too.

How disgusting!

"Hahahaha," laughed Mehmed when he finished.

The girl let go and hugged her knees in resignation. His youthful tears and hopes burned in an instant.

Together they fall into the gloom of memory. My mother clenched her fists with thin lips.

"You'll get it in return," my mother muttered.

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