Chapter 4: Unwritten Sentence
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"What happened here?" Frieth said, his voice trembling with worry.
The place was filled with smoke from potions. Everything was broken, and the grass and trees appeared dead due to pollution. It reminded him of his home, full of destruction. He walked past the vendor's table, noting that everything was in ruins, except for one item that still stood.
"Look at that," he said, astonished, seeing the poison for the first time.
"If only I could use some on Dad," he muttered, his anger towards his father bubbling up uncontrollably. He realized he could act on his hatred at any moment.
"No, I can't do it," he whispered, thinking about what his dad had done to his mom. He justified it as worth killing for. His hands moved on their own, purchasing the poison, and he hurried home. Luckily, no one was there—his mother and father were out, having fun without him.
He reached for his father's coffee powder, standing at the brink of a monumental decision.
"Am I really going to kill my father?" he asked himself, hands shaking as he held the poison. Memories of his father's cruelty flashed through his mind, intensifying his rage. But a question suddenly stopped him.
"But why didn't Mom leave Dad? Does she still love him?" he wondered aloud.
His mind raced as he held the poison above the coffee powder. One wrong move could seal his father's fate.
"No! My mom loves me. She wants our family to stay together! For us! I hate Dad!!" he shouted, his father's hateful comments echoing in his mind. A sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut, making him jump, thinking it was his parents returning. But there was no one.
"No one's home!" he realized, eyes wide with the first real sense of freedom.
"Wait! Is Mom with Dad right now?" he panicked, pulling the poison away from the coffee and rushing outside to find his parents. He searched through markets, shops, and restaurants, but he was too late.
His parents returned home, holding hands, his mother's head resting on his father's shoulder.
"Wanna have a drink?" Farith asked.
"Sure," Szumarina replied.
Farith pulled out a chair for Szumarina, and she sat down. Frieth hadn't poisoned the coffee, thankfully. Farith prepared the coffee meticulously, then brought it to the table.
"What about yours?" Szumarina asked, looking at Frieth.
"Let's drink together. I'll wait for you," he said.
He made his coffee and joined her at the table. They took their first sips together, laughing and smiling. They washed the cups together, still happy, until Szumarina broke the silence.
"You know, our son really loves you. He keeps looking for you. He once said, 'We should do it together one day, Mom!' His cute little eyes and hands holding mine," she said softly.
Farith smiled at her words.
"Where is he now?" Farith asked.
"He probably went to the library," she responded.
"I must go with him. We'll read together!" Farith said excitedly.
Szumarina laughed. "Well, stop what you're doing and go with him!"
Farith hurried to find something nice to wear, thinking about surprising Frieth. He imagined his son's smiling face, which filled him with pride and excitement. "All I need is that smile of yours," he thought, kissing Szumarina goodbye.
As Farith stepped outside in his best suit, he felt the wind and heard only ringing in his ears. Everything seemed silent, as if something big was about to happen. Suddenly, a loud noise came from inside the house—a plate breaking. Reality snapped back, but his ears still rang, and he froze. He didn't want to look back, but he knew something was terribly wrong.
"Please! Please! Please don't! This is not the right time!" he begged silently.
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