Can We be Together?

"Please spare us, Master …." A twenty-eight-year-old woman looked down in fear and hope as she continued to plead with a tan-skinned man who was ready with a gun in his hand. "Sorry— forgive us both, sir. Neither of us ever thought that it would turn out like this," said another tan-skinned man, who seemed to be the husband of the woman who had been begging. It's been a few minutes, the husband and wife pleaded with the tan-skinned man. However, the man didn't say anything or even respond. Not long after, the man pointed his gun that was ready to be fired at the husband and wife. And then …. Dor … dor … dor …. The sound of gunfire sounded so loud in the ears of a seven-year-old child. The little boy fell limply on the floor in fright when he saw his parents shot dead by a group of men in black suits. The child's body was constantly shaking violently, watching the terrible events that were taking place. The child looked down in fear as he closed his eyes, hoping that all the tragic events he saw were just a nightmare tonight. And when he wakes up, everything will be back to normal. His parents will smile warmly when he wakes up from his sleep and immediately calm him down and tell him that the incident was just a bad dream. But sadly, this is all too real to be called a dream. A thick red liquid flows down the luxurious floor of the child's residence. The boy wanted to cry, but he didn't know how to act. He was like a statue who didn't budge one bit. "Mom … Dad … forgive Jiel…." The little boy hissed softly and kept saying sorry over and over as he watched his parents being killed right in front of his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it at all. "Gemanantha Azriel, is that your name, Son?" asked one of the men in black coats who was the main culprit in the deaths of Gema's parents. The little boy who called himself Jiel did not respond to the man's words in the black suit. He kept his head down in fear, wondering if he would be the next victim. However, it is undeniable that there are emotions that are also being heated within him. "Should we kill him too, Mister X?" said another man who was also wearing a black coat. Mr. X then smiled a little after one of his men asked like that. He wants to eradicate all the little boy's family members without exception. But suddenly, he remembered his daughter at home. Mr. X suddenly walked closer to the little boy while looking down and aligning his position with the little boy slumped on the floor. "After tonight, you have to forget everything if you don't want to end up like your parents ended, Son," said Mr. X with emphasis and a sly smile. Mr. X immediately got back up and rushed out of the luxurious residence that was already bleeding profusely inside. "Is it alright if we keep the little boy alive, Master?" said Mr. X's other men. "Let the child live. I thought of my three-year-old daughter. I don't want karma to come to me in the future," said Mr. X and continued his footsteps out of the luxurious residence. All of Mr. X's men then nodded in understanding and immediately followed Mr. X behind. They all obeyed Mr. X's orders, and none of them tried to disobey him. The men in black suits left Gema alone with his dead parents. Gema realized that the perpetrators of the murder of his parents had left. He immediately turned to look at the bodies of his parents lying down just like that. The little boy, who was only seven years old, tried to get up from his current position to approach the corpses of his parents. With unsteady footsteps and a body that was still weak, Gema knelt in front of the bodies of his parents. Gema tried to close the eyes of his parents because they died with their eyes still open. And that made Gema shudder and feel guilty at the same time. "Hiks … Hiks … Hiks … I'm sorry, Mom … Dad …." "Good grief! What's going on here?" said a middle-aged woman who looked like she had just arrived at the luxurious residence of Gema's parents. Gema turned towards the source of the sound and ran towards it. He then hugged the middle-aged woman tightly. The middle-aged woman also immediately returned Gema's hug to calm him down. "What happened to Mr and Mrs during my absence, Young Master?" asked the middle-aged woman trying to find out the chronology of the bloody events that were taking place. "Auntie … Mom and Dad were killed by a group of men in black suits …. It's all my fault that I couldn't do anything to help them, Auntie …. " Gema continued to sob as he explained. The middle-aged woman looked pitifully at the little child who was in her arms. She then immediately tightened her hug to calm the little boy. "This is not your fault at all, Young Master. Forgive Auntie for coming late." "Auntie, don't leave me, okay? I don't have anyone else right now. Hiks … hiks … hiks …." "Auntie won't leave you, Honey. Calm down, okay? Auntie will always be by Young Master's side as long as Auntie is alive in this world." The middle-aged woman who Gema often called as Aunt gently stroked Gema's head. "Thank you, Auntie …." *** Several decades later. "In the end, Auntie also left me. May Auntie rest in peace over there." Gema placed a bouquet on his aunt's grave, or his nanny, to be more precise. A woman who had cared for him lovingly like a real mother. The atmosphere of mourning enveloped Gema today because he had to lose a precious woman in his life again. However, over time. Gema seems to understand better how the world works and how he should react to it. Gema wanted to cry when his aunt left him for good. But he had already promised the middle-aged woman that he would not cry for her if she were summoned by the almighty at any time. And now, Gema is trying to keep his promise to his aunt by letting go of him forever without a cry.