A Cold Frozen Hearts

Eps. 35 Can Time Stop — Raysa

If the Universe gives me a chance to go back to the time where you were, I want to go first and keep you by my side.

— Alan Aditya Raysa —

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Many days, hours, minutes, and seconds have passed since that day. The day I realized my race wasn't just temporary for her. Not noticeably, time has passed for two years.

Without her, I went back to a place full of memories with her. A last book he published represented everything. “Warm Love at Borders” with front cover where I first saw the sunrise.

I'm still with the routine of reading and doing the same thing as what happened with him, just wanting to go back in time. Spend time with her, see her smile.

Prologues

I was no ordinary person, and became an ordinary person when I met him. And everything changed.

Maybe some people do not know about the dark life, call it the mafia world. For those companies that are plunged into the dark world will surely know who I am. Not bound to counter work with any mafia. Freedom is the form of me enjoying everything I have gained.

***Shadow**, as it means that my shadow is doing various jobs according to the payment they give me. Killing is fine for me, if they want me to do that*.

Any level of hard work, if I pay him according I'll accept it.

Until I never thought, if time led me to a path that brought us both together, I initially assumed that you were just one of the passing figures in the course of my life. In fact, you stopped for a long time. Quite a unique meeting of all the meetings I've been through.

Misunderstandings, agreements, memories that happened I'm so happy to have been with you. And, there's a price to pay, to protect all that.

Since the book he wrote was published, so sold in the market. Unfortunately, the author no longer exists.

The last day I saw her, was the wedding day, and it was the last hug from her. I wanted to stop time and go back to being with him. Who would have thought, if he were going to leave us for good.

His smile was still very clear I remember, when opening sheet by sheet his last work, as if to make me back in time together.

If only, If only, and If only. I chose to give up early, maybe I could stop him from getting on the plane. Everything was clear, on the day of the funeral, the secrets about her were all I now understand.

A cold heart I warmed, but in fact I lost the warmth.

I never thought he would write a story mixed up with the dark world. Makes some assume that the thing in his writing actually happened especially, when he left so many questions because of his last work.

Chapter I “ The Devil Women” --> Read more in Novel "Packu Killer Pay".

Someone was holding a glass filled with wine, looking outwards. It was as if he was enjoying the view behind that glass.

At that time, the night sky was quite bright because the moon was floating in the sky, the stars were only a little visible.

A bottle of wine, on the table. A man sitting on the chair behind the table was unconscious.

"Oh!" his murmur sighed as he shook the glass containing the wine in his hand. “Exhausting,” his murmur sips his drink.

A message is sent to someone using a code.

Someone who saw the message smiled, unfortunately only the bottom of his face was visible, more precisely a triumphant cynical smile.

Kriet's!

The girl disappeared into the dark after completing her task.

Shadow, no one knows who he is. Her dark kind, even her face in a mafia organization, but she is a young girl living alone. To complete her mission, she sometimes has to be a woman, a man, or an elderly person and even a schoolgirl.

He was like a shadow, never even failing in carrying out a mission given to him.

Renting it was quite unique, by posting articles in the newspaper of course with the codes he gave so that he knew if anyone rented it, he also replied by posting articles.

When the next mission is to kill presidential candidates who are campaigning, the pay is so much.

The hat, black clothes, and also the violin bag he uses are actually long-range firearms. While assembling the weapons, he occasionally checked the surroundings.

But the mission failed, he did not know if anyone was directing a shot of a weapon at him. This was the first mission to fail after a long time as a hitman, although he had to commit a second planned homicide to the presidential candidate.

Next mission, he must kill again. His hunting turned out to be a lion, for man a murderer for himself. Surely when the lion at usik will rebel and fight. Because of this mission he was severely injured, but managed to carry out his mission despite being injured.

Fate takes him, on a unique time travel again and again to meet the man. The man who almost caught him, and the man who saved him when he was so badly injured.

Indeed the injuries during the previous mission were very severe, making him lose quite a lot of blood, and need time to heal.

The wind blows softly. Under a shady tree, is the place to write. His serious, cold face, smile, and cry were still vividly reflected in his mind and heart. His habit of wearing Earphones when writing, I miss that figure.

Remembering his figure, longing and tightness in the chest mixed into one at the same time. Until the water, eyes involuntarily flowed down the cheeks.

The guitar quote, which I used to hear, now became a hallucination for myself, as I sat imagining him.

Not only many times I wanted to turn back time, to go back in time. Time wants to stay longer beside him. I regretted taking the wrong step back then.

Since the beginning of the iceberg is in this self, day by day increasingly frozen, until small things make us go hand in hand through time. The warmth given to me, made the iceberg gradually began to melt and the biota of nature that was not seen is now back to life.

Me and you...

It seems impossible to be us.

When we both use each other, hurt each other, and never express our feelings. Until finally you choose your own path of happiness, while I choose the path so that your happiness will not be disturbed. There's a price I have to pay for that.

There's a debt that makes me have to leave, and probably never come back...

Repeating the last page of his novel is heartbreaking.