CHARCOAL-BLACK LOVE
Letters and photos

Now I live alone, I'm very tired of wanting to feel like I'm going to just refreshing, but the time is really not right.

I was very curious about Zaky's mother's room, before they came home I rushed to check on her.

I entered very easily his room was not locked at all, but everything was filled with very thick ash, this place seemed to have long since been cleaned.

One by one my cabinets checked, I finally got a family photo album.

As soon as I opened the pot, there was a boy in my arms, a woman and an adult man hugging them from his back, like a very happy family.

''Qi-a...Qi-a!'' I was shocked to hear Zaky's voice.

I rushed out but damn it he walked here, because his room and his mother were like one I pretended to clean his room.

''Hey ''Hey! what are you doing here?'' He said very angry.

''I-I'm cleaning your bedroom, there's a lot of ash here.''

''No need! I can clean it myself, just enough of your room that you clean.''

''Why are you angry? is it wrong if I clean it?''

''No! but please leave it like this even though I have accepted you now, but I want to have my own privacy, never again enter my room for any reason!''

Because we failed to get married yesterday to today, we still sleep apart.

I came out of the room in astonishment, why would such a small thing make him so angry?

''Qia?'' Dad came up to me who was sitting on the stairs.

''A-dad!'' I was surprised that Dad was holding my shoulder.

''Why daydream? what are you thinking?''

''I cleaned Zaky's room, but he was very angry.''

''That's how his character from childhood he does not like anyone touching his, even though our intentions are right. No need to think about it later also you will get used to it.''

''Where did Dad go with Zaky?''

''We went to the hospital to check on the bodies found, but no clues were found that their faces were completely destroyed, indeed the killer was very biadap and inhumane.'' Fatherly speech

''Maybe they have made a big mistake, so the killer gave a balanced reply.''

''We have to be more careful dad, maybe the killer is wandering around us and is eyeing lives.'' Zaky suddenly came over our conversation.

''I agree with you, but more importantly someone who makes mistakes. Should have received a proper punishment.''

''Already we do not need to argue, the most important thing now we have to get along and not look for anyone's fault.''

I left them in my room. I was very curious to see the contents of the photo album I took, slowly I took the album out of my shirt.

I purposely hid it, when I was with Zaky's voice. The photos have long been seen from the color that has faded.

One by one I saw, there was nothing to suspect here, everything looked ordinary.

I threw the album under the bed, out of nowhere the piece of paper was thrown. I took it and opened it in red ink. along with the picture of a beautiful woman, but this is not the Aminah buk photo then who?

It turns out that the affair committed by Zaky's father is not just once, even very much the cause of his mother's death is clearly visible in this paper.

The letter of Aminah.

Zaky, I'm sorry I can't give you affection? One day you must understand that I love you very much.

Early married to your father mother was very happy but day by day her nature changed, every night she came home in a semi-conscious state ushered in the home of different women.

Fights after fights happen, after you're born your father's nature remains that way.

The mistake that my mother made has made your life suffer, your aunt Sita 16 years blind she lives alone, because pity mother brought her to live with us.

My heart breaks Sita who I should have kept falling prey to your father, Sita cries in fear and shouts all day.

Seeing his broken mentality, his mother persuaded him to marry your father and he agreed.

After marrying your father continues to torture him using sharp objects, mother threatened if dare to open her mouth. His entire body is covered in scars from your father's cruelty. I can't stand all this, please forgive me Zaky took good care of your aunt.

I'm not sure reading this letter is very different from what Zulham said.

I keep it in a place no one knows.

''Mr.x?'' I called him to tell him what I got.

''Yes Qia what's wrong?'' Prattling

''I found it!''

''Who's up? whatchu mean? I don't understand...''

''Sita's second wife Mr. Zulham, it turns out that everything Mr. Zulham said was a lie to protect him.''

''I don't understand, What lies do you mean?''

''Yes, Mr. Zulham is a very cruel man, I found letters and pictures in his mother's room Zaky, it seems to be written Aminah's book.''

''Hmmm... I'll come there!''

''N-no! it's impossible, I don't want Zaky to hate me because of this, we can talk about it over the phone.'' My word.

I turn off the phone before anyone hears our conversation.

Everything is safe, no one is in the middle room, it is very quiet.

I was wondering what they were doing slowly I peeked at Zaky's room, apparently he was sleeping.

then to my father's room was beyond my expectations, all I thought was just an old man turned out to be wrong.

''Sayank I miss once, when do we meet? soon I will get, just wait for the right time.'' Mr. Zulham called someone very romantically.

In his old age still thinking like that, what is he waiting for?

Which means, Mr. Zulham, I have to keep an eye on him, he can't be out of my reach.

I went back to my room thinking about what he said.

The next morning.

I woke up faster than usual no one woke up except me, I was so curious to see the bodies of those I had killed, I rushed to the hospital to see them.

Arriving at the hospital their bodies had rotted away, and it was true that their faces had been destroyed, I was very satisfied to see this terrible death.

The police and doctors went in and out and took their families to identify the victim, but it was all in vain that only cries could be heard alternately.

''Mom, why are you crying?" I approached a middle-aged mother who was crying by herself.

"My husband hasn't heard from me in the past few days, I came here to see him, but their faces are unrecognizable, he's a good husband, he's a good one, if it was him what would I tell my son?" She continued to cry non-stop.

I feel guilty seeing their suffering, am I wrong? they lost a loved one.

"Mom, if it is they who do wrong, what is worth this reply?" My speech.

"Whoever kills them is cruel, if my husband is one of them I will pray that his life will be unhappy forever,"

I rushed home until their cries were still clear I heard, they must have cursed me but this was my decision I believe this is the best.

The wife lost her husband and the son lost his father. If only they knew what her husband did!

Seriate...