Story Chapter 2
"Where is your father?"
There was her husband, asleep on top of the table full of beer cans. With his friends, he had been drinking since ten in the morning.
Blood ran to her head and she left to go somewhere. Her mouth in a spout, anger in her face as it could be read in her eyes.
The twins stayed inside the store and waited first to see what their mother was going to do. This time, their mother came back with a pail of water in hand. Before, their mother will just go straight and hit their father, shout her anger and insults unto him.
Her patience ran out again and fury took over. She filled up a bucket of cold water as she believed it would be the best to wake up her lazy and useless husband.
She threw the water on him that made him fall from his chair. But it worked. He woke up.
"What the fuck!"
He snarled at her. She was already with both hands on her waist, standing firm like a general.
"You freaking drunkard!"
Her husband struggled to stand on his feet. The cold water woke him up but it did not take the effect of alcohol from his veins. He held himself up against the table so as not to fall.
Inside the store, he saw that the twins were still there. Both had tears already in their eyes. So he decided not to make things worse for them.
"Got to school sweethearts. This will be over soon. Don't worry."
The girls smiled and wiped their tears. Then they prepared themselves to go.
"Goodbye Dad."
Her husband just waved to dismiss them.
The scene between them made her blood boil. In her mind ran the thought of how her husband could be sweet to their children and not even paid attention to his problem. His drinking problem that he knew drove her crazy .
She took out all her insults and pains from inside her, threw them like venoms spitted on her husband's face. Iko suddenly looked at her firmly. A strong, intimidating and fierce look.
"Stop it or I will break your mouth!"
It was a strong command coming from a devil as interpreted by her thoughts. She got scared and stepped backward. But she did shut up her mouth.
The rest of the day she had been so quiet. The whole day and night she stayed attending the store. She locked herself inside it. The children and her husband never said a word, and just left her alone to her own dilema.
The evening arrived and she was still at the store. Until it was closing time. She decided to sleep in the little bed the store has.
The store is like a mini house. It has its own toilet and little private room. The business was good, busy the whole day. She managed to attend all customers by herself. So when the night arrived, she was exhausted and she fell asleep easily.
She had a dream.
It was her mother shouting at her after hearing loud noises of things thrown and breaking on the floor.
In her dream, she was furious like a troubled Shrek, breaking and growling her anger against anything her hands could find. She looked around her, she had no idea what room she was in. Then came her mother.
To be continued...
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