Antagonist
Chapters 12. Blaming Yourself

...Caught up and locked up in a chain of silence....

...Sometimes I smile and think, why should I live, if there is only pain....

...The sound of water drops even sounded loud. I'm totally alone....

...Closing my eyes for a moment, dreaming of running in a beautiful field with you....

...It was just a dream, when I realized. Only you are there, hugging me, crying loving me....

Edward.

Rachel clenched her forehead, and tomorrow she has to go back to school. So today is the best time. Putting these two awkward lunatics together.

Early in the morning, he woke up. Somehow Edward lately often sleep in his room, with the reason fear if Wilmar suddenly came.

This is quite strange for Rachel, clearly in her original novel work Edward is portrayed as a true cold-blooded person. Sighing many times, to be honest he did not understand the portrayal of Edward's character.

A psycho? But can't psychopaths fall in love? It might make sense if it existed in adolescence. Because there has been no definitive statement about his mentality. But he became a slave to Alira.

Sighs time and time again, psychopath, something that cannot be cured if it has really happened. But maybe it's not because of brain damage. More because of his disturbed mentality, because of the violence he got in childhood.

Rachel's fingers moved slowly, removing the little boy's hair that had slightly covered Edward's face. Adorable, handsome, sweet, that's the image created. Not dangerous at all.

The boy who opened his eyes, stared at Rachel."Rachel...are I handsome?" tanyakanya.

Rachel nodded."Handsome.." honest answer from him.

Edward got up quickly, peeked at Rachel's forehead."Good morning Rachel." she said, revealing a sweet face in the morning sun.

Thinning lips held back his laughter. Kissed by a 10-year-old boy? Unexpected by him. As if she had forgotten herself, she was reborn as 8-year-old Rachel.

"Let's get ready to make a cupcake!" rachel shouted excitedly.

Edward nodded, with an enthusiastic face and smile. I don't know where the cold-blooded killer is. Will it be seen someday?

The two children running in the hallway had not taken a shower at all. Rachel stops the waiter asking him to prepare a tool to make a cake.

Edward was still stunned. He smiled looking at the short-haired girl who spoke enthusiastically with the waiter. The house feels brighter because of him.

"If anyone bothers you in the future, as aunt did. I won't hesitate to get rid of him." The inner child was still stunned staring at Rachel from afar.

Rachel came back to him."Let's shower!" his yell. A pair of small children wearing matching pajamas again ran around in the long hallway.

The boy who just moves follows him. He wondered in his heart. "What Rachel to me what sister? Distant brother? A waiter? A fella? Aye! We're just friends. Friends who have to be together forever."

*

What happened after? Activities done after breakfast.

Pangs!

Flint's voice made the dough sound. Three people who have no talent for cooking are in the kitchen, only one conclusion can be drawn, a disaster.

"Brachel! Have you read it!? How many ounces!?" flint asked, with a face covered in flour.

"10 ounces!" Quick answer from Rachel, cut strawberry. Or rather, cut it.

Edward poured the dough on the mold. They are three people who are really smart, but unfortunately never come into direct contact with the kitchen.

The peeping chef and waiter wanted to cry. There was no neat impression at all, the whole place was covered in flour.

The faces of three people who were completely troubled. Two scorched pans, just to make a variant they thought would work.

"Wear dragon fruit?" edward asked with a straw hand with a red stain his hand held a knife, like a boy of death.

"Can!" Rachel said enthusiastically.

These three people had gone mad, putting in countless fruits. It's been two failed grills.

Noise coming from the kitchen. Maybe it's just a lucky three that don't try to make a cupcake with a variant of chili or onion flavor.

Some cup cakes fail to stack. But on the third grill their hopes were great. Seeing the baked dough rise. Three people looking at the glass oven.

"We made it!" Shouted Flint, hugging the two laughing children.

Not a vacation to Disneyland. This alone was already quite pleasant, the fragrant smell of the scent was slowly spreading. Trial cup cake from three people, sweet fruity smell.

"From the smell it feels good..." The muttered of a chef peeking from afar.

"That's not the problem! The whole kitchen is fucked up. Plus we might be forced to eat a big pile of cup cake." Another chef complained that he wanted to cry.

And sure enough Rachel came with a face covered in flour carrying a pan filled with cup cake that failed.

"This is for you guys, it tastes pretty good." Sweet words from an adorable daughter who is toothless.

Unable to accept, but not to refuse. In the end they took it. Rachel runs to Flint and Edward.

Their hands trembled, looking at the pile of disgusting food.

Swallowing saliva, one of them tried to eat the formless cupcake, with a strange fruit filling. When the strange food enters the mouth a miracle occurs.

"Enak.." muttered one of the chefs, not believing.

They quickly scramble, eating the strange cup cake that failed. Their eyes glanced towards the three people in the kitchen.

"Why is it delicious?" Said one of the servants.

*

A perfect plan, decorating cup cake together. He chose to dodge this time, saying he was sick to the stomach.

But really peek at what happened. While Flint, glanced towards Rachel who was hiding. His face was smiling, this child deliberately brought himself closer to Edward.

Sighing roughly, this was more pleasant than when Wilmar lived in this place. Take Edward away on vacation, then they'll come along too. Said Edward was uncomfortable with himself, the walls of the barrier were getting higher when Wilmar and his family lived in this place.

But Rachel is different, deliberately bringing herself closer to her cold son. It was suitable to be her adopted daughter. I don't know why Edward refused.

"Edward, what about your school?" tanya Flint smeared cup cake using cream.

"No problem." That's the only answer, decorate using shaped caramel pieces.

Silence, that's what happened. They were silent in each other's minds not saying anything. Too awkward, with Rachel's absence in this place.

While Rachel who was peeking sighed."You guys are like mute people!" rachel cried in her heart.

But only for a few moments. The two men, father and son looked back at each other.

"Dad's paying Rachel. Can you keep him in this place?" tanyakanya.

"Why?" Question from my father.

"I want him near me next. I feel comfortable..." That was the only answer from his quiet son.

"Sorry.." at last the sentence came out of Flint's mouth. The lonely face of his son, his tears flowing.

"Because of your father's stupidity, your mother died." he continued.

A sentence that stunned Edward. All this time he thought his father was the same as Wilmar, blaming himself for his mother's death.

"If only Angelic could I protect him. I'm sorry, I'm not a good father, too clumsy and guilty of you." Sentence after sentence was again spoken, the long white-haired man, who was wearing those glasses.

"A... You don't hate me?"