Antagonist
Chapter 9. Fakes

...There is a story about a leaf that loves a butterfly....

...The rainstorm made the beautiful creature take shelter behind the leaves. Hope the wings aren't damaged....

...The leaves protected her, staring at how beautiful she was. Hope the sunlight immediately visible, so that the butterfly does not grieve....

...But when the sunlight is seen, the butterfly flies away....

...Should the leaf hate the sun, long for the butterflies she loves....

Edward.

"Sister?" A question from him.

"What sister! Thank you for contacting Dad. Father will guarantee his education, even his living expenses until he is independent and married later." A smile expands on Flint's lips, imagining having Rachel as a daughter who will bring closer her relationship with the quiet Edward.

"Married? My sister's gonna live with another guy, right? Can he also argue that he doesn't want to play with me?" Edward asked his father.

"Emmm..." Flint thought for a moment."It was indeed a sister, naturally so."

"No! Don't make Rachel my sister. In return let me." The answer from Edward, was staring from afar at Rachel who was asleep in a separate bed.

"As far as you are." The answer from Flint was a little anxious.

Edward was silent for a moment, the two people who had the last name Snowden were stunned for a moment in silence.

"What kind of a mother?" Edward's question made Flint think for a moment.

"He's a good man. Like a loser, go leave me without saying her pregnancy. I hate him." The sentence that Flint uttered, for the first time spoke more openly with his son.

"Is that?" That was the answer from Edward. His eyes looked towards the 8-year-old sleeping little girl. Her brain designed everything so that the little girl would not leave, her only best friend. The first person considered human by him.

Slowly Edward's eyes closed, he was too tired. Drowning in a deep dream.

While Flint was silent for a moment, completely suspicious of his son."There's no way Edward's funniest son has the illusion of first love." His laughter sounded, doubting his crazy thoughts.

*

Just two days of treatment, he was not feeling well. It was really bad, with the behavior of Edward who even always slept with him.

This is only natural, they are still 8 and 10 years old. It is natural to fall asleep in the same bed.

Today he came home from the hospital. Edward's injuries also recovered faster than him.

Totally in line with the visual description of the original novel. Short white hair with sharp eyes, always smiling satisfied after getting rid of his victims, blood sometimes splashed on his cheeks. But the Edward he saw today, a little boy with short white hair, was always smiling with a warm heart.

What is a psychopath!? Edward's dark future will be changed by Rachel. He would be a good leech on the side of the Antagonist cast.

"We're going home! The whole city is a great playground! Oh, I'm so glad I'm so happy! Then I get busy, trying to catch up with him! The sun shines on all feelings of love! But why was it only me who scolded--" The feisty chanting from Rachel, made Edward who was reading the book smile.

"You want to go home so much?" Ask.

Rachel nodded, then brought her face closer to Edward, peeking at his forehead."Thanks for calling the police quickly."

Edward was glued for a moment, then nodded. He sighed many times and then smiled.

*

"Come on!" Edward smiled, pulling Rachel's fingers, two children walking into the house. This time not with a heavy step, but a lighter step.

But when entering the living room, the view is not wearing visible. Hadsen and Wilmar are battered, and Tamtam is sitting on the sofa opposite Flint.

"Don't mind them. Let's play in the room. I asked Dad to make you a new room. Opposite my room." Said the boy smiling, pulling Rachel's fingers.

Is this the antagonist? Not that scary. Rachel remembers a little scene. Edward takes Alira forcibly into his house. Confine Alira with luxury items, given classy food. But unfortunately Alira is not willing to eat even just cry miss Alfred. In the end, Edward deliberately loosened the guard so that Alira could escape from her home.

The plot of the story takes place next, meeting with Alfred in the apartment. Crying, and the bed scene begins. Absolutely a violent cassanova. But that's the main character, second male lead and antagonist like Edward as hard as trying will not be able to conquer the female lead.

Edward treated Alira like a queen. Alfred squeezed him in bed to dry. But Alira instead prefers Alfred, because Edward is a fearsome vile psychopath.

Nevermind! He will try to change Edward's personality. Until Edward's love for Alira is reciprocated.

Rachel walked up the stairs, guided by Edward. He had thought for a moment, will be a fat leech later.

But what's true is just fat leeches. When the door was opened one of the servants, a room with a pink feel was seen. Absolutely blinding to the eyes, a room with a spacious bed. Dolls stacked like the ocean.

When she opened the closet, various classy girls clothes hung neatly. The shoe rack is even placed specially.

It's too fancy, not a golden spoon but a diamond spoon.

"Didn't you like it?" The question from Edward made Rachel swallow her saliva.

Pink shades? If the 8-year-old child will generally jump around in bed. But not with her, it's too bright a color. But it can't disappoint Edward, right? He will be a good leech, a obedient servant and enliven his lonely days.

"I like it!" Rachel hugged Edward. So appreciative as a brother.

"Thank God..." Edward patted Rachel's back slowly.

"What if I play?" Rachel asked a glance towards the neatly arranged fake hair on the shelf.

"Playing?" Edward scrunched his forehead feeling a bad feeling, as Rachael ransacked the closet, looking for clothes that were slightly larger than his size.

*

While on the first floor, Flint let out a rough sigh waiting for these people to speak.

"Filum! I'm Edward's aunt, Angelic's sister, don't forget that. You're the father and son who caused my sister's death." Resolute Wilmar, want things back to the way they were.

He shouldn't have beaten Edward just for fear. In order to comply with his desire to ask Flint for more. Just threats are enough. If given another chance, he might choose another path, other than violence to ask for more than the cost of living.

"In charge? Angelic got pregnant because we did it on the basis of liking. I never forced him. Angelic also ran away from me as well because of the threat from the women who were chasing me. I never kicked him out or declared a break-up. Is that my fault? Tell me where's my fault?" Flint drank his tea quietly.

"Edward killed my brother! Angelic would have been a great designer if she hadn't fallen in love with you and given birth to Edward!" Wilmar's shout was still firm with his stance. If he cannot stay, he will ask for compensation. Given all his savings have been drained to bribe some people to be temporarily free from legal entanglements.

"It's just a mask, huh? You came to me as if you were the one who cared the most about my son. I, who used to be guilty, thought you would be more able to give my son affection. But..my son was even locked up in a warehouse three days without food in his own house!?" Flint lost his temper, slamming the cup to pieces.

"Damn it!" The words from him were full of smiles.