My Family's Gift
The trapped angel

*tok tock*

*tok tock tock*

Now that I was in front of the hotel room, I had knocked several times but no one came out, but when I decided to leave.

"Tu..wait". said a woman out of the room.

I smiled when I saw him dare to open the door.

"si.who are you? what's the need?". he asked back.

When he asked, I was so confused as to answer what, besides what I am doing here, why am I meeting the woman who was targeted by charless, am I stupid? like it did.

"I don't know, I don't know why I came to see you.

He was silent and looked at me, as if he was observing me, nor did he say that I was strange, or suspicious.

"come in". he said as he opened the door.

"eh?". I was confused.

Then with a feeling of confusion, I agreed to his invitation and went into his room, seen a 5-year-old child asleep in the mattress, he said, he also let me sit on a chair by the bed.

"then..who are you?". asked her who only uses minimal clothing.

"i. your mother's acquaintance".I replied.

Then it was seen he took a pack of cigarettes from the desk drawer, and offered me too, but I who was not in the mood to smoke chose to refuse him.

"I won't ask what kind of relationship I have with my mother, but why are you here.

"before that.. May I ask you one thing.

"what is that?". he said.

"What..your relationship with Vishnu?". I asked.

he was surprised after hearing my question, he was silent for a while, then he was seen putting his gas match in the drawer and back sitting.

"you are indeed--. can be said, I am his mistress, and this child is the son of vishnu".

"uh uh? but Lesti said she had a 5-year-old, and she called you sister.

"wait how do you know he called me brother? I think this is our first meeting.

"a..ahhhh just a guess?". I panicked.

"i'm pregnant, but I don't want to tell my mother who her father is, and because my mother doesn't want to bear the shame, she said, eventually he preferred to raise my son to be his son, and now my son is my sister.

"your son became your sister? fits into my soap opera title.

"huh.

"ahhh sorry..forget it.

"then...what are you here for? and explain who you are". ask her with a serious face.

"I am one of the members of the organization that killed your mother and your entire family.

I just don't want to lie, I don't know what I'm thinking, what if he screams? or raging, but the response he gave was beyond my estimation.

"May I know why my mother was killed?". she asked, trying to stay strong.

"he was a member like me, but he chose to betray the organization".

"My mom, I already knew she had a black organization, because it was weird.. We used to be a simple family, not poor, not rich.

My mother and father had a restaurant and a workshop, not so big, but able to educate all his children.

But after the monetary crisis of 1998, for some reason, my mother began to change, she once said she was starting a business with her friends, but our economic changes, it made me uncomfortable.

Week after week, month after month, year after year, the mother's wealth was getting unstoppable, even the mother asked the father to close his workshop and take care of the children at home, my father refused, but my mother insisted by threatening to divorce him.

We started moving to an elite housing complex, which I never thought we would have a house that grand.

But in the last few months, I started to notice my mother's strange gurgle, she was easily frightened by anything, even when I wanted to call her by patting her on the shoulder, she instead panicked and immediately shouted, it was as if he was afraid of something coming his way.

But why, I already knew that a day like this would come, a day where all my family pleasures would be recalled.

But even though I can guess it, witnessing the massacre of my family firsthand, I just can't".

"Who's the boy's name?". I asked.

"Dilan.. Now he's the only family I have.

"then..how is your relationship with Vishnu today? is he going to help you?" ask me back.

"he had given me some money to survive, and told me to go out of the country.I'm sure, that's just his excuse because he didn't want to get involved further with me". he said while smiling thinly with his head down.

"sister tina". said Dilan.

"hadk awoke?". said tina as she approached Dilan and held her in bed.

"Tina... Someone will be here soon.

"that's it? in the end, we will die as well".he replied with a lethargic face and tears that came back to drip.

It was seen Dilan wiping away her brother's tears, without knowing what really happened.

"Died it Tina... Die for your son". I said with a serious face.

"You mean?". asked.

"I'll take care of Dilan, in exchange for her. You have to die.

"Bi..can you also save me as well?". she asked with a face of compassion.

"No. there's no way. My friend, like his so grudge against you, if I save you and leave here now, he will definitely come back looking for you until anytime.

For example, even if the two of you can survive together, you can imagine the life of the child, who will always live in the shadow of death.

Your death will muffle my friend's anger, I'll find a way for him to forget about Dilan, and I'll protect him myself.

he also held Dilan tightly, with a cigarette still burning in his hand, he kissed Dilan's face many times, until he could no longer hold his cry, he also screamed crying.

"quickly decide, we don't have time.

Seen Dilan again wiped Tina's tears using his hands, I felt something strange with this boy named Dilan, he always put a flat face, he always put a flat face, I could clearly see the sorrowful gaze from her, yet I felt that there was something strange about this child.

"Dek... sister wants to sleep first yes, adek go first same om this, gpp right?". said Tina while holding back her tears.

Dilan just nodded his head without saying a single word.

"Pinter sister brother... yaudah, you go the same om now yes, sister is very sleepy". said Tina back.

Then Tina stood up while holding Dilan and giving it to me, with a heavy face.

"it's. Bring this toy, she always likes to play her, she also rarely cries, so no need to worry, and she's a smart child, she's a smart child, she can poop herself or change her own clothes, she-.

"Tina. I know, no need to worry. I will risk my life to take care of her.

Then Tina again hugged Dilan who was already in my hands, and after that, Tina held my cheek with both her hands.

"why do you want to help Dilan?". he asked with a faint look.

"Either.... Maybe I'm just too stupid to do this.

"no. You're not stupid, you're just an angel stuck in a vicious circle.

A smile that was so full of meaning, I even seemed to want to come to shed tears because of it.

Then Tina took a small bag, for me to carry, and she let us go, before we left.. Dilan still had time to wave at Tina who was still looking at us from the front of her room, as if to be the last greeting.

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I also approached anggi who was waiting for me in front of the elevator, and told her to hold Dilan.

While in the elevator, me and Anggi wear a mask and sunglasses, just in case we meet Charless in the lobby, because before I come here I have told him about Tina's whereabouts.

And sure enough, when we were in the lobby, I saw a lot of men wearing black suits with sunglasses, and one of them was chatting with a receptionist, then I also saw Charless walking to the elevator.

We passed, Charless had a chance to look at me, but he did not recognize me, maybe because he had just seen me at that time, plus the mask and sunglasses I was wearing.

Then Charless with 4 of his men entered the elevator, to go to Tina's room.

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After that, I got word from Charless, that he had succeeded in killing Tina, he was also confused by the existence of Lesti's youngest child, Dilan, because he wasn't with Tina at the time.

But I tried to give her a reason, that there is no need to think too much about 5-year-olds, because the most important thing is that Tina has been removed.

Fortunately his charless was not so eager to chase after Dilan, unlike when he was looking for Tina, maybe because Tina had killed 3 of his men at that time.

Then for Dilan, I changed her name to Gafi which means soft-hearted and ready to forgive, maybe in the hope of one day if she is an adult and knows the truth, he wants to forgive me for letting his brother get killed.

Then Gafi I entrusted to the orphanage owned by father, I also asked the parlour officer to treat her special, by continuing to provide her growth information to me.

But this strange feeling, seeing Gafi, after the separation with his mother who he considers is his sister, since then he never once asked the whereabouts of his sister, his brother, and his brother, who was his brother, it was as if she knew her sister was dead.