A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 5 So Long Live in Old Contract, Finally They Meet

That night I accidentally woke up and brewed the coffee I had prepared since yesterday. I put my phone and set it up in the dining room cabinet, so that the camera I turned on could record the last seconds of my life. Then I sat down on the chair in front of the quiet dining table, facing the coffee cup I had been brewing. Tears welled up on my cheeks and a deep sense of despair clamped down on my chest. I thought about my miserable journey and intended to end my life at that time.

I feel like my wife is having an affair with someone. My heart really hurt and my soul really hurt. I can't understand why he's doing that. We've been wading through a happy household for 15 years and I can't accept the fact that she just left me. What wrong?

And my son, the only fruit of our affection, the boy I am proud of and love so much. He's gone too. I don't know where. He had not been home for a month and had never once given word. As a father, I have tried to have discussions and openness with him. To keep us close, so that we share each other as father and son. I tried to educate him well and lovingly. For God's sake, I've never been rude to him. I never even scolded or scolded him even if he made a very big mistake. But why did he suddenly leave and disappear like being swallowed by the earth. Wh why?

I don't get it. I really don't understand.

While at the office, I was being processed to be fired. I am accused of corruption and embezzlement of hundreds of billions of rupiah. I've signed the papers that are very detrimental to the company. Yeah, God. It's all slander. I have worked for 20 years with honest, high dedication and almost unlimited loyalty for the betterment of the company.

I never signed all those letters.

No. gabe. By a God who has no beginning and no end; who has created life, who created death and the day of vengeance; I have never done such a disgusting thing. No. gabe. Not likely. That job is my life, I can't betray my job. It's the same as betraying myself. Against my conscience.

But in fact, the prosecutor has placed me under house arrest and I will be brought to justice in the near future.

My God, my life has been ruined. My future is gone. I have no intention of continuing a life of pain like this. I wanted to kill myself. I'd like to immediately face YOUR warning and protest against all YOUR injustices.

When suicide is a sin... Oh, my God, I don't care. At least if I die and face YOU, give a little explanation, why? Why is all this happening? Why can't I understand all this has to happen? Why God? Whyaaaaa????

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I kept staring at the coffee cup. The thin brownish foam is really tempting. I want to take a sip and end all my suffering. But before I did, I suddenly felt a cold, sharp iron clinging to my neck.

"Shut up, don't move!" The voice jerked at me with a loud threatening tone. I turned towards the owner of the voice but at once the sharp iron - a little and thin - sliced my neck. Blood also dripped. It feels painful and painful. But not as sad and as sad as the suffering of my soul. One time I pressed it a few millimeters deep, the sharp iron that turned out to be a knife of the best quality, would immediately break my neck veins.

And when the knife was then pulled to the side - either as fast as lightning or as slow as a cleavage - it would puncture my neck and cause blood to gush from my throat. I'll flutter for a while and then die.

Thank goodness I didn't have to kill myself. This will reduce a little sin. I really want to die soon. But let the robber kill me.

I saw the robber wearing a black cloth mask, his pair of giddy eyes full of cunning and greed looking at me sharply.

"Already, don't cingcong much. Just kill me." I said, resigned.

From behind his mask, he laughed.

"Not that fast.he he he he." Said. She nimbly leaned my hand behind the chair and tied both of my arms with duct tape. Then both of my ankles were wrapped around also with duct tape until very hard to the legs of the chair.

I let the robbers do it without fighting back. Basically I want to die.

"Well..." The robber said. "Sooner or later I'll kill you. Now you just say it frankly and frankly, where do you keep your grandfather's 10-hectare estate located in South Jakarta?" Said.

"Where did you know I had the land certificate? I'm not selling it. That's the hereditary legacy I'm going to maintain."

"I'll gouge out your eyes if you don't say it. Come, hurry. Where's where?"

"Yes, already. Sooner or later I will die. You don't gouge out my eyes, but stab me in the heart so I can die fast."

"I promise I'll kill you fast if you tell me where the certificate is you're keeping." The robber said with a little softness. Hearing that voice, I suddenly thought of my best friend who was also my co-worker in the office. The tone of voice and intonation are very similar.

"I kept it in a brown leather briefcase, in the bottom row of the wardrobe. Under a pile of old blankets."

The robber moved quickly and entered my room. Moments later he came out with the brown suitcase.

"How many combinations? Tell me honestly."

"02-02-2002." I said.

The robber laughed. His laughter was very familiar to my ears. Why is his voice so similar to Hendra Budiman's? Where possible? He was my best friend. He was also my office colleague.

"I also know you have a gold bar and a red pomegranate diamond ring. Quickly tell me where you keep it?"

I took a heavy breath. Why am I even more convinced that he is Hendra Budiman?

"I kept it in the vault above the attic, the key to the combination was 1234." I said honestly.

Before sitting across the table in front of me, he took off the backpack he was carrying. Put it on the table. He inserted the knife that was used to threaten me and pulled out the 1911 Colt pistol. He calmly fixed the damper on the end of the barrel of the gun and then pointed it right in my face.

Now I'm sure he's Hendra Budiman. Because he's the only one who's ever asked me to forcibly accompany him to a black market in East Jakarta to buy that gun. I know the gun well, I've watched it closely and closely.

I asked my best friend, why did you buy a gun?

"To shoot the forehead of the person I hate the most." That answer. Long ago.

From behind his mask, I saw clearly the robber smiling widely. He abandoned his intention to shoot me. He put the gun on the table, stuffing a brown suitcase and gold bars into his backpack. While the red pomegranate diamond ring he wore on his ring finger. For a moment he looked at the ring and laughed.

I was frozen still. Not moving. I'm tied. After being abandoned by my family, considered a criminal by my company and law enforcement, now my best friend has come to rob me of my entire fortune.

My Lord, what more reason do I need that I don't want to die. So that I may continue to live as others wish to continue living.

"All right..." He said, "wearing or not wearing a mask you must know who I really am." Said as soon as he took off his mask mask and put it in his backpack. Is correct. It turns out he is Hendra Budiman.

"You know, this gun is deadly. 1911 Colt. Pistol legend. For more than 10 decades he has been one of the most effective killing machines. At a speed of 375 meters per second, within this distance - a point of 2 meters - the bullet it spewed out would instantly punch a hole through your forehead and pass through your baton and you would die in a very fast way, it won't hurt. he he he he." He said with a sly grin.

He took out the packaging of a filter cigarette, grazing its contents one stick. And lighted. He sucked it hard and full of pleasure. He spouted smoke into my face.

"No no no.. You don't have to look at me in such astonishment.don't even ask me why I'm doing all this.no no no no.. We've been friends since High School... you always help me, always help me. You're loyal, man. You always defended me in a wise way, when you knew I was in a guilty position...

My best friend, you're a good man. Even very well. Even I can get into work at this company is all because of your efforts.you!

*******!!!

All these years I've harbored this hatred because you don't know what I really want! Youunderstand? You don't know what I really want. I want you to love me as much as I love you.

Yes, and I became disgusted to you after you married that woman. That blissful glow of your face made me want to kill you even more. I want to take away all your happiness and also your wealth.

I instigated your wife to disobey your ban on going out into the night, and I kept her in a forgotten old barn until she died.

I kidnap your son and I kill him, and I bury him in my backyard.

I also forged your signature so that the company lost hundreds of billions. I am happy to be able to hurt you as you have tormented my life for so many years.

You know, I was a full-fledged man when I told you my love all those years ago behind school. But you're laughing at me. You say my soul hurts and my brain is out of my mind.

No, my soul doesn't hurt and my brain is sane, very sane.

You know I love you and you deliberately reject me. And that's why you have to die. Wh why? Because I know all the good you've done to me is just to cover up your disgust for me.

Right? Just admit honestly that you're disgusted with me. Yes, you are disgusted by me.

Now all right, let's end it all tonight completely." He said at length, then sucked the filter out loud.

"I'm going to shoot you in the forehead and it's a very quick and painless death." Said again.

I closed my eyes. Resignedly. My only hope is one, if I die, he doesn't find the HP and deletes the video footage that was going on at the time. I hope the police will find my HP and expose all the crimes committed by my best friend.

"Above everything else, you're actually a good friend." He said in a cold and confident tone. "As a reminder of all your kindness in my life and the pain and hatred you inflict on my heart.I will lift this cup of coffee for you." He said as he grabbed the coffee cup that was in front of me.

I suddenly trembled realizing what was really going to happen.

"Thank you for the hundreds and maybe even thousands of cups you've made for me. I'll always remember you as the best brewer in the world." He said with a triumphant grin. He then downed the coffee whose temperature had become warm at once.

In just a few moments, his eyes suddenly glared, as if he was about to jump out. His body convulsed and his mouth released foam. Then he lay dead in a very sad state.

He had no idea, from the beginning I was going to commit suicide by drinking the coffee I had mixed with the cyanide. Yes, I had actually intended to kill myself by drinking the poison I was brewing into the coffee.

But that intention is gone now. I want to live and take the tape to the police.***