The Dark World
For the Life of the Mother

...FOR THE LIFE OF THE MOTHER...

...Author by: David Khanz...

The morning bird chirped melodiously on the branch of a shady tree, welcoming the morning which was still decorated with yellowish skies, decorated with white clouds.

At that time, Irene had just finished preparing a glass of hot tea for her mother, Samantha, who was sitting casually on the porch of the house.

"That, Mom. It's still hot" Irene said, putting a small glass on Samantha's side.

"Thank you, son." Samantha throws a smile at her child. "You haven't worked?"

Irene crumpled her buttocks on a rattan chair lined with foam pillows next to Samantha. "No, Ma. I've been out of my job for a long time."

"Why?" ask Samantha astonished.

"I want to focus on taking care of Mom here." Irene looked at her mother gently. "I got another job and don't have to be in the office every day."

"Oh, so ... " Samantha nodded slowly. "Then this house?"

Samantha smiled again. "Just calm down, Mom. This is both our homes, really. I bought from savings during my first job. Deliberately choose a place that is rather remote and quiet from the surrounding environment, so that Mother can be more comfortable living here."

"This far? Where are you from .... "

"The price is not too expensive, Mom," Irene said. "The most important thing is to be occupied, right?"

Samantha chuckles. "You've always been stubborn, son. Every time you do something, you must have thought about it carefully, right? Similar your father .... "

Suddenly Irene bowed her face when Samantha mentioned her late father, who had passed away a few years ago. His mind went backwards, precisely when he found his father's figure lying bathed in blood on the bedroom floor.

"Dad! What's going on?" Irene shouted upon arrival from the office and found her father's body lying down, coupled with the condition of the house that was falling apart.

"Irene ... My child! Me ... I ... " The old man grinned withstanding the pain of the gunshot wound to his chest that was still spilling fresh blood.

"What is all this? Which mother, Dad?" Irene's hysterical scream swept around the room looking for Samantha's figure. There were only household ornaments scattered on the floor and some of them were already smashed to pieces.

"Reno .." said the father stammered with a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong with Reno? He did all this, didn't he?" Irene grew hysterical with her teeth grinding at the name of her father. How not? That one human presence in the family, has really brought great havoc, Irene thought.

"He .. he ... " Dad breathed his last on Irene's lap.

"Dad ... !!!" Irene's screech broke the silence of the night. No one came near and provided assistance, for all the inhabitants of the house were both corpses; housekeepers, gardeners, drivers and mothers.

Oh, naw! Samantha was still breathing, as Irene found the figure of the old woman at the end of the hallway of the upstairs room of the house. He was still alive, groaning in pain with bruises all over his body.

Without much to say, Irene immediately escapes Samantha to a nearby hospital. His life is still being helped even with apprehensive conditions.

"Your Mother's condition is in a coma. He is going through critical times. Just pray that you can quickly wake up and recover as before, Mom," explained the doctor on the second day of Samantha, Irene's mother, in hospital.

"Is there any chance of living longer, Doc?" ask Irene.

The doctor smiled bitterly. "Their life, it's there's already someone set it up, ma'am. We can only try."

Amidst Irene's desperation awaiting the results of the police investigation with Reno's involvement in the massacre of her family, Samantha's condition worsens. Irene didn't know what to do. He did not want to lose back one of the people he loved so much. What's more is a mother.

Armed with a strong desire to defend the life of the mother, Irene desperately went to a place that is believed to help her get out of the problem. It's unclear where and what he's doing, which he's sure nobody knows, except himself, for sure,

After a long time away, Irene then asked Reno to meet with four eyes. The young man greeted him, the man fulfilled his request.

"You don't have to ask me why I asked you to come here, Reno. But all you have to know is that I believe you were involved in the massacre of my family, right?" Irene's sharp piercing gaze filled with stifled anger.

The man smiled cynically. " ... Even the police can't prove what you're accusing of, Irene! Even talk the no-no! Huh! Now ... Just go straight to your destination, ask me to come here. Whatdoyouwant?"

Irene's eyes grew sharper. "Don't forget who you really are, Reno! You are nothing but a human scum picked up from the streets for the mercy of my parents! Remember that! If only you had been left to die out there, surely my father would still be alive today!"

"Enough, Irene! Now what do you want?" Reno covered both of her ears.

"Remember, Reno! By law, you are not entitled to any inheritance from my family. For that very reason, you must finish off the people who have been caring for and raising you, Reno!" Irene's voice grew louder and almost her claws rained down on the man's face ferociously.

"As you know, I told my lawyer that within an hour I'm not out of this place, then the only person the police will hunt is you, Irene!" threaten Reno with a shitty laugh.

Irene still looked at him coldly. “Collapse bastard!”

“Whatever you say, I don't care!”

"Well, I won't stand in the way of your plan to master all of Dad's treasures. Please take it and I don't care about it all! But Reno .. You must remember that karma is lurking in your life. As a farewell, I want to congratulate you!" Irene thrust out her hand inviting Reno to shake hands.

The man smiled cynically and still could not believe Irene's words just now. "So that you let go of your family's legacy? I can't believe it!"

"Alright, Reno! Right now I'm focused on taking care of the mother you've made helpless. I have my own money savings, it's more than enough to go and get away from that rotten face of yours!" Irene still thrust her hand.

Rather doubtfully the end Reno accepted Irene's invitation to shake hands and ....

Irene was shocked as she watched her finger tucked into a ring. "Uh, sorry! I forgot to take this motherfucker's ring off."

Reno watched his bloody palm.

"This cake .." Irene said as she handed him a piece of tissue.

Reno accepted it harshly. "Hopefully what you said earlier, this is our last meeting."

"Yes, I promise. After this, you will never see me again. You are free to enjoy all the treasures you have robbed, Reno!"

Reno threw the old tissue cleaning the blood that was soiling her arm to the floor. Then he stepped leaving the figure of Irene who stood staring with a cold gaze. Women's eyes smiled meaningfully while picking up the bloody tissue from Reno earlier.

A few days after the meeting, Reno reportedly died in a house once owned by the Irene family. No one knows the cause of death except for a heart attack diagnosis. Simultaneously, Samantha's health gradually recovered, until fit again as usual. Even after being admitted to the hospital, Samantha's face looked younger than her actual age.

In accordance with Irene's previous promise, the woman took her mother to move residence. They occupy a large villa with a large land and far from the surrounding residential area. The reason is that Samantha can forget the trauma of life that had been experienced first, related to the robbery that killed Irene's father.

Taking care of your mother alone is not easy. Especially with the busy freelance work Irene at home. Several times changed home assistants, as often as their figures never last long. Even ....

"Irene ... " Samantha's voice shocked Irene.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?" Irene asked with a breath of surprise. Samantha's face looked pale and her body trembled. "Mom's cold, son."

"Yes, God!" Irene quickly hunted down Samantha's body and raised her slowly while leading her into the house. "Mom rest in the room. I'm gonna go get some medicine in town."

"Cat for what, son? Isn't the previous one still a lot left and none that Mother drank .... "

"Here you go, I'll just wait here until I get back, okay? Don't go anywhere." Irene slowly rested Samantha on the bed.

“Irene .... “

"Don't go anywhere. Remember that, Mom!" Irene hurried to leave Samantha lying on the bed and closed the door.

In a hurry, Irene hunted down the keys of the vehicle lying on the nightstand. Like a fidelity, he spurred in such a way that the roar of his car sounded only as shiny.

"What did my son do? Every time I get sick like this, she's gotta get out of the house and come back with someone I don't know. After that .... " Samantha tried to get up from her bed and stepped out of the room. "Luckily, this time he forgot to lock the door to this room."

The old woman walked slowly in an uncertain direction with her eyes starting to blur. Armed with a palpation on the edge of the wooden wall of the house, he continued walking and walking. Until then the net is completely dark can not see a single speck of light, accompanied by the weakening of energy to move the legs. Samantha staggered to the side, slamming a wooden door into a midget and wide open. Shortly after, it suddenly smelled like there was a foul smell from the blowing of the room behind the door of a dark room.

"Where is this? I don't think I ever entered this room? Or is this the room my son has been locked in all this time?" Samantha inched deeper with the rest of the energy, sniffing at the origin of the smell.

His old fingers touched a long wooden box. Then touch it from the bottom to the top of the box, which has a height of no more than one meter and a slightly conical top. With a handle on the top of the box, Samantha tried to stand with her body trembling. When the top was pushed accidentally, the stench burst even stronger. Samantha pushed back while covering her nose. Nausea instantly invokes pushing the entire stomach. Amidst the dizziness that struck the concentration of vision, Samantha faintly heard the sounds of crying all around her.

"Who is that? Who is crying? The irene? Are you back, son?" Samantha fumbled around with one hand, because the other one she used to cover her nose.

There was no answer, but the voices became clearer.

"Return life! I want to live!" the voices were not just one, but many and said in matching sentences.

"Who are you?!" samantha began to be frightened. The cry grew louder and louder, filling Samantha's eardrum.

The old woman was getting hysterical. "Irene! Where are you, son?"

"Return life! I want to live!"

"Irene .... "

"I want my life!"

"Irene! Help Mommy, Son! Help me!"

Samantha's body weakened further, then collapsed to the floor violently.

Along with that Irene came and saw her mother lying in the room she had been keeping secret.

"Mother ... !!!" Irene shouted after Samantha's body. "Mother! Awake, Mother! Live back! I've brought a human who will replace Mom's life with her!"

"Yes, God! Nah! I don't want to!" one voice shouted from the direction of the other room as soon as Irene was crying over Samantha's body that had changed getting older and lifeless.

Irene turned towards the figure that was shouting earlier. "Mbak, wait! Ma'am!"

“No! You promised me a job. But not to exchange my life for the corpse of your mother!” yelled the figure immediately running scared out of the house.

“Mbak, wait! Mbak!”

He didn't touch Irene's call, but kept running away.

"Damn! It's too late!" raung Irene while hugging Samantha's body that changed like a figure of a hornet. "Abuuuu .... !!!"

...DONE IT...