M.A.D.S

PROLOGUE

"Let's do it," she said eagerly as she gazed into his confused eyes.

"Do what?" He asked her as he stretched out his upper body. "let's start an organization, and will?" "No!" he cut her off before she could finish the sentence. "Why no?" she asked him as she intensely stared at him.

"No means no!" he quickly averted his eyes away from her face.

"Why are you rejecting the idea? You didn't even hear what it is about," she moved to around so he could face her.

"If it coming from you, of course it is a stupid idea."

"Hey! I said let's make an organization, it is not some stupid idea," she made some grumbling noise as she moved away from him. "I would at least expect you to hear me out. I am very disappointed with you."

Spencer immediately grabbed her hand before she could get up and said, "what no kiss for me" she angrily stared at him as she told him, "and no dinner for you too."

"Honey, listen to me, I like your idea but."

"But! but what spencer?" she looked at him with eager eyes that stabbed his conscious making him feel guilty of his chosen words.

"But, look here, we got to reason and think, we don't have that enough money to start an organization in this economy."

"You don't have to worry about money, we have saving," she reassured him, "I also inherited some money from my grandfather, so we are good on the money section. I am definitely sure we are not the only ones who want change. Take Leila for example, she is more than happy to give her live savings to make a difference."

"Leila is a lunatic, she will give her money to just get on the Elyaat's nerve." Spencer argued back.

"No! We are not, we have three kids depending on us. We are satisfied the way we are honey, we can't just abandon everything just to start something that we don't have power of." He tried to pat on her head but she immediately moved away from his hand.

"What if it is something great and can save the world? What if it is something that can give our children a better future?" she pleaded him as he got up from the shade behind their house.

"I am not willing to take any risk, Idma. The risk are greater than the benefits," he slowly moved towards the tree and started looking at the sprout that was growing from the cut tree.

"We can start it small and grow from there. The Elyaat are corrupt and it needs to be stopped and us forming an organization to resist can make a difference from the people who have been stolen from," she followed him and stood next to him.

"How do we know who is corrupt or not? The people in power always start with ambition to save the world and as they grow in power, they will form the new Elyaat." He breathed in and slowly sighed out, "what make you think this new organization will be free from corruption? Can you guarantee that?" He slowly faced her.

"Then I pray that they would be people who stand up to them like we are to the Elyaats," she looked away as she walked toward the fence - looking beyond the neighboring houses.

"And where are they? Why are they not making a change?" He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Because they are like us they are afraid of the Elyaat to speak out," she released a shaky breathe that she was holding it in. Having this tedious back and forth conversation with her husband has been draining her energy. Although she loved this man, at this moment, she only wanted to slap some sense into him.

"Even if you start this organization, you can't save everyone," he moved toward her as he picked a leaf from Idma's hair which was blown in from by the wind.

"I know we can't save everyone but at least we can save some people. We will be able to make a change, I don't care how little but I want to make a change. The Elyaat took too much from me, I am not willing to give up my children to them, they already stole my brothers and my child," She fell to her knees, "They didn't have to die in that stupid war. Why can't we just do something to prevent this?" Spencer moved to his wife and handed her his handkerchief.

"Don't ask me why, I don't know either but the Elyaat system has been in power for four hundred years that it has become part of life. We are survivors and the best we can do is buckle down and weather through the storm." He sat down close to his wife.

"Well, spencer, I am fed up being a victim for those power hungry people," she strongly voiced it as she wiped off her tears.

He stood up and looked at the sky, "we need to go inside, it is getting late." They both walked inside the house.

"Mom! Dad! you are back," Danniela, the youngest of the three children, rejoiced as she quickly hugged both of them.

"Go to bed, Danny, mommy and daddy are talking," Spencer told his daughter as he carried her away from the living room to the hallway.

"What are we going to do, you know the world will ask for their body and soul. It will take everything from them. They would not have a future." she told him as they both watched Danny ran in the hallway towards her room.

"We will do as you suggested but in the condition that it has to be kept a secret, I will support you in creating the organization without jeopardizing our children's lives," he slowly sat down on the sofa.

"I don't want to jeopardize our children's lives either but if that is what you wish for the organization to be a secret, then rest assured it will be a secret and prevent the government from finding us."