Christmas In Her Heart

24th December on one dark, cold night.  The rain poured outside, tumbling and rumbling, shaking off the roof.  The clock ticked off, seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.  It was near midnight.  "Return," they prayed,  "please..."  

"Where is she?!"  Their short-lived prayers were interrupted.

"Doesn't she had a family?!!"  He was loud and rude.     

The sturdy figure slammed the door with his fist.  Unsecured and anxious, his thought clouded him with anger and rage.  His protective instinct prepared him for a hunt.  Equipped with parang, he sped to battle ground.    To him, it was no man's shame nor fear.  He was on the set to kill.  His motives were raised with surmounting confusion.

Having only each other to cry to, the children clad themselves to sleep.

No one made a word.  The night remained silent as a grave.