Brutal Family

Part 9 Horse

I was accompanied by silence throughout the clock ticking. There was no television or radio. Crickets and frogs making a show tonight. Papa told me to go to bed quickly. Actually difficult.

For the sake of security, with the door locked, Papa, let me not go out at night and go back into the forbidden room. Overharvesting. It's the same with prisoners. How do I go to the bathroom if I want to pee at night. They really don't think there.

From the day I was found unconscious. The following days their attitude was no longer helped. Room lights are never turned off at night. I had to adapt to the bright light in my sleep. I was actually scared to see a dark place.

I decided to open the school books. No homework for tomorrow. Perhaps reading paragraphs explaining the human organ system will bring drowsiness. An hour passed, still no sleepiness. I switched to a math exercise book. Doing a few things there until the day is eleven.

The cicadas outside made me realize that math made my mind awake.

When I put the books in my bag, my window was tapped. Instantly my back was straight. Stare hard at nine o'clock. Who'sis that?

A knock was heard, my fingers were pinching the bag in my lap. It doesn't sound like a village heap, it's just my guess. Doesn't it sound more like... cipher in scouts?

Eventually the knocking stopped, my shoulders slumped in relief. A temporary relief. My bedroom window squeaks. Someone's trying to pry him. Although Papa has added a trellis to my protection, still I do not know what kind of desperate creatures are out there.

Getting late in the gripping atmosphere, I gulped down a rough saliva. Last time the window opened on its own on Friday night, a creepy woman with blood all over her body almost killed me. Not to mention his pitiful singing. I'm bergidig.

Immediately I curled up and pulled the blanket up to the tip of the head. My ears were closed with both hands. Decitan window was opened forcibly sprinkled with the roar of my heart. Cold sweat had soaked my forehead and palms, again I felt like I was going to die. Since moving into this house my life has always been threatened.

My mouth does not stop praying. Little did I peek from between the blankets, my room was pitch black from when. I drowned myself in the blanket. I'm afraid of the dark.

If my friends in Canada know what I am now, then I will be laughed at by them. I'm famous for mocking those cowards, and then I got his karma. It turns out this is so scared that I want to pee in my pants.

I'm sorry, Emily. Suddenly I remembered my sins. Emily the cute girl braid two most often I ridiculed coward.

Ah, shit, shit! Body shivers. The nerves of fear are at their peak. I can't wait to see the morning sun. Anyway I have to force Papa back to Canada. At least I live in this haunted house. Already far away from the city, limited necessities, no entertainment venues, the food is strange. At least I live in a city if not in Canada.

Once again I bow my head. No more snobbing. But why is it getting worse. Especially when something is pinning my arm.

At that time I was rubbed into my eyes in the dark. The tall figure stood half bent.

The lack of light in the room made me swallow again. If it wasn't the lantern that the figure was carrying, I might have actually cried out and passed out. The face was illuminated by the yellowish light of the lantern. I let out a sigh of relief. Apparently Jaya.

"Why are you coming up at night?" I got up from the bed. "Kan, we'll see you tomorrow." My frustration is not really about bringing a girl to a handsome guy.

Jaya kept her lantern on the nightstand, she smiled sweetly at me. His skinny fingers moved open a small notebook hanging around his neck.

I frown, Jaya play surat-suratan again?

I miss you, dude. Can I bother you tonight?

His handwriting drew laughter, "Come on Jay, you keep joking. Uh, I'll turn on the lights for a second. How can you die?"

Jaya thwarted my efforts, she blocked my hand. I looked at him not understanding. Jaya gave the answer to the headband.

Okay. I'll try to follow Jaya's game.

"Can't you turn on the lights?"

Jaya nodded.

"Why? Kan, it can be good to talk about it brightly, not dimly like this."

Jay wrote again.

They will know that I am in your room.

Oh yes, yes, too.

How would it be if Papa woke up or anyone saw the window of my room open and caught Jaya in my room. It doesn't seem like a good thing. Jay will have a big problem. Then I shut my mouth.

Jaya smiled, if I was playing these letters, I felt that the person sitting next to me was not Jaya, who was always riding me on a bicycle to school. I don't know, Jaya at night is very quiet, calm, mature. More precisely not to speak.

"By the way you are.cock can go into my room?" Isn't the room window locked and protected by an iron trellis from the inside? It is impossible, right, if Jaya can remove the iron trellis without the help of tools in a short time anyway.

Getting me to squeak at him, Jaya looks nervous. The face is so adorable. He glanced at the iron trellis leaning against the wall. While the window is wide open, presenting a crescent moon and fine lines of clouds. The wind moves the curtains. I glanced at the sight of someone watching us.

It is easy to open your window. This is nothing to think about. When I get home, the window will be back to how it was.

Jaya's little book is proffered.

"Hng.. ok," I hesitated. The question of why Jaya was so strong breaking into an iron trellis bothered my mind.

Jaya took a breath.

I'm not Jaya

I also smiled at him at last. Jay is totally totality. Hold on once she doesn't laugh doing this complicated thing. Communication through writing.

Starting tonight I'll see you, man. Except on Friday nights where the moon seems full. Do not open the window on those nights. Ignore all sounds. Don't try to find me.

"I don't understand Jay-oh sorry what should I call you?

Call it B

"Hm good Be ...?" I remember the sound of goats behind Ua's house. "Hng, can you talk directly not write like this?"

Your voice looks like a goat.

She laughs. The way he laughed that sound made me laugh too. I decided to call it Bi. "Bi?"

Jay looked back at me. The sharp look reflected the light of the lantern beside my body. Jaya approached, her hands outstretched, slipping a pinch of hair behind my ears.

Then my cheek felt hot, in harmony with the sudden thirst. I'm throats. Fortunately a glass of water is always available on the nightstand. A long time ago, I was thirsty through the middle of the night.

Jaya is still watching my movements. Jaya it...

The twitching on my lips can no longer be held back. Finding her smiling sweetly, I looked down embarrassed. My cheeks must be red. Fortunately, the room lights were not turned on.

I'm more comfortable like this, man. Don't you like it?

"I like it." Shit, I responded too quickly to Jaya's writing. Just look at the man now chuckling without a sound.

"Engh .. means .. I don't mind you using any communication method. Origin is understandable."

Jaya just nodded at the mahfum.

You're funny dude.

My reflexes pinch her waist. This Jaya .. could have teased me. I'll be embarrassed.

I know Jaya's limit of attendance is only until midnight. After that she'll be gone, gone like Cinderella.

We spent a short time looking at the stars. Every now and then I ask general questions about this world, and will be answered by the writings of Jaya-I mean B. Always forgets at night Jaya names herself Bi.

My faint ears caught a strange sound. Smile B faded in line with the change in look on my face.

"You hear that?" tanyaku, Jaya looked at the open window. "Horse sounds, right?"

He stepped in front of the window. Uncovers a little curtain that the wind is playing. His tall body stood there, observing. I stood beside B. Silent streets, light to brass came from the houses of the citizens. As I recall the mode of transportation of the citizens here is an open tub car which at dawn transports the traders to the market. Two-wheeled vehicles are still very rare, especially cars like Papa's. So I was very curious about the sound of the horseshoe, especially now at night.

As the voice got closer, I unconsciously held my breath. The black horse is so gallant it goes through the road. A rider wearing a black robe looked mysterious. Spurting slowly his ferocious animal broke through the thin fog.

The horse stopped. The rider's head slowly turned, but B pulled my arm first until we were behind the wall. A moment before I saw who the man in the black cloak was. Cold hand B shuts my mouth. He gave the trousers.

Not long ago the sound of footsteps approaching stepping on the dry leaves as well as tree branches towards the house. Suddenly I closed my eyes. Whoever it was I was trembling hearing the murmur was unclear.

It was only after the horse screamed and ran that echoes of the night that B and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's that?" I whispered looking for the net glow of B in the dark.

B shook. He took off my arm. While I bit the skin of the inner lip, our position was too close.

See you tomorrow night, dude.

His last words before he disappeared. I read the little paper he gave. Handwriting B is very neat. I was amazed to see the action of putting back the iron trellis.

As per request B before leaving. I immediately locked the window and closed the curtains, then lay down on the bed. Now I can sleep while holding B. Can't wait to see Jay in the morning.

Before actually falling asleep, I recalled the sound of a horseshoe running from a distance. How strange.

　

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