Aretta & Secrets

The Arrival of the Lord

Mr. Aidan's words somehow seemed to be on me. He kind of advised me to use his Omanya story. I have not had time to ask further, Mr. Aidan has stood up and cleaned up our snack wrapper. He invited me in and when I saw the clock I was surprised because we were 20 minutes late.

The activities as before continued. Mr. Aidan who received the customer, then delivered the book to me for the payment process. Eventually, he got a phone call. Mr. Aidan immediately picked it up and left me at the store alone. I continued my activities. This time it was me who intervened alone to help the visitors find the book they were looking for.

The last visitor left the store, I rushed to get a drink from thirst. The sound of the bell rang again which made me say hello first before seeing who came.

"Welcome. Can I help you?" cheerful sapaku.

"Oh a lot of Aretta. There's so much you have to help," that familiar voice dimmed my smile. I raised my head and did not expect to find that person at my workplace.

The writing of 'Rayes' read as he leaned against the counter. I remember if I had to find out about the meaning of the tattoo, but unfortunately I forgot. My main focus was not on the tattoo but on the owner of the tattoo standing right in front of me. His presence made me shrink and subconsciously step foot backwards.

What surprised me was, Why is he here from so many bookstores in this city. Judging from his personality, Mr. God does not look like a teacher who likes to read. He looked more ruthless and ruthless which I think the most suitable thing for him is a firearm or a dark world.

I don't know why the presence of Mr. God made me feel like this store was tainted. He brought an ominous dark air and everything became spread almost throughout the room.

I did not answer and looked around to find Mr. Aidan. Just want to make sure I'm safe, because if he's really planning something bad, I'll make sure he gets a proper reply.

The Lord stood right in front of the counter table. His arms rested and interlocked. He has a good hand shape. But remember If the hand has touched many students all the positive values drift. All I remember was 3 people because they were from the same class as me. This happens in every math lesson. They seem to have a fixed schedule at every meeting. With his haughty attitude there must be others I don't know about.

The man began to tap his finger on the counter. Seems impatient. He was waiting for me to say something. But unfortunately I was too scared to open my mouth.

I still vividly remember the face-to-face encounter with him last time. At that time I got a wound serious enough to make me unable to move. I can only pray in my heart that Mr. Aidan will return to the store.

"You should move fast for my layanin. I came here as a customer." He started talking with a shitty demeanor.

"Sorry ..." I started talking very carefully. Knowing if he dared to act recklessly I grew more wary of his behavior, "what do you need?" askaku. I'm trying to be ordinary so as not to be seen if I'm actually scared.

"Good! You should have asked me like that from now on," somehow hearing him act like a teacher pisses me off, "go find a book about murder if not about violence." He emphasized the words violence and murder while paying attention to my reaction.

"Wait a minute" I said, exiting the counter. There is no longer any barrier between us and if he punches me in the stomach at this time no one will know. I glanced back to look for Mr. Aidan. Where's she? Why answer the call so far. It doesn't take long to answer a call from a coworker.

"Ah huh!" He suddenly shouted right in my ear and made me almost scream. The Lord leaned forward until he touched my shoulder and made my body stick to the shelf. He grabbed a book from the middle shelf.

He quickly turned the front of the book over to me so I could read the title. I stared uncomfortably at the title of the book written in a red font coupled with an accent of some kind of blood that smeared the font.

The book with the title 'The Murder of a Disciple' made him smile wider, "It fits me!" yells.

I swallowed my hard-earned saliva. Is he warning me again. I guess with me being quiet and not doing harming things it can keep me away from the Lord. But what is this?

He cornered me on the shelf that made the sharp edges of the books stick on my shoulders.

"Do you know what I hear from the kids when I'm traveling?" The Lord spoke in a gentle tone, but I knew his intent and purpose were not as gentle as his speech.

"Lo don't know?" repeat, "it's okay no problem. I'd be happy to tell you directly. I was horrified that I was playing behind my students, and you know, who knew about this was just you Aretta. So inevitably if you have become the main puppeteer in the spread of this cheap gossip," he said with a sharp gaze of his. If only his eyes could take out a knife, I would be helpless now.

"But... I never told anyone, sir, I swear!"

The Lord seems unconcerned about my defense. He was already blinded by the hatred and anger lodged in his eyes.

"Lo see the blood in this book?" he said while pointing again to the book, "lo don't want what happens in this novel will happen also lo. So as long as you still love the same life you better make yourself shut up. Wanna?"

I've been under threat of murder too and it's from Mama, but the threat from Mr. God feels different. I don't think he's messing around.

I can't make a sound at all. My body feels numb. I was trembling with fear. And all I could do was nod while looking straight into his eyes. Eyes that have a different twinkle, different from Mr. Aidan's.

"Do you know what makes me most? If you didn't argue with me at that time and didn't act like you'd ruin my career, I'd gladly accept you to be my fun partner like any other kid."

I lowered my head while clenching my fingers. It will never happen until anytime.