GRAPPLES
Hate It
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_Hating and being hated are the same. Both put you in discomfort._
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Shasha woke up from her sleep. He found himself asleep in the lap of Yelma who was also asleep. The TV is on without anyone watching. Shasha took the remote and turned it off.
There's a couch pillow. Shasha took him and put Yelma's head to sleep carefully on the sofa.
His throat feels dry. He wanted to drink something. Shasha passed to the kitchen. Opens the fridge. A bottle of soda is a choice. He pushed until he was half a bottle.
When he went to the middle room, Shasha heard the voice of someone calling out to him.
"Shaquellin's."
Shasha's steps stopped. His eyes were drawn to every corner of the kitchen.
Who called him? There was no one in the house, except Shasha and Yelma.
"Who?" Shasha asked trying to be brave.
"Sha, you want to marry me, right?"
Both of Shasha's eyes were rounded. It was the voice of Refandi. The man said that phrase three years ago.
Shasha remembered it, and now she heard it again.
"I want us to get married and live happily."
Shasha started to creep. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead.
"Yes, I want to. We'll get married and live happily." That's Shasha's voice. He remembers saying that.
Suddenly Refandi's voice turned heavy and sinister, "Then why did you marry another man?!!"
Shasha. He was looking for the origin of the sound. Shasha believes the sound came from a recording that was deliberately set up and played by someone in the kitchen of her home.
"Why didn't you die with me back then?!"
"Shut up!" Shasha started screaming. He couldn't bear to hear that voice. All the stuff in the kitchen was thrown and rummaged. He wants to find the fucking tape.
"I'll come and take you to hell! We'll live together there!"
"No! You are dead! Be quiet! Don't bother me!"
Several cups and bowls fell to the floor and broke. The voice was still heard and issued a threatening sentence.
Shasha shouted hysterically, "Stop! quiet!"
Hearing the noise, Yelma looked for her daughter-in-law into the kitchen. He was surprised to see Shasha running amok.
"Darling, don't throw it..." Yelma tries to stop Shasha.
"He wants me crazy! He wants me dead!" Shasha tried to escape from Yelma. There was nothing Yelma could do.
Shasha kicked the floor chair to the ground. He found the tape player there. Shasha took it and threw it and destroyed it.
Seeing Shasha getting more raging, Yelma called her son.
"Hello, Ma?"
"Givar! Shasha rampage!"
Without waiting for an answer from her son, Yelma ended the call unilaterally.
Shasha lunglai drowned and fell on the floor. She was crying so much. Yelma hugged Shasha with warmth.
"Shasha is wrong, Ma? Why did they take this to Shasha?" Shasha's cry broke.
Yelma didn't know what to say. He rubbed Shasha's hair that was soaked with sweat.
Soon after, Givar and Juan arrive. They entered the house with an expression full of anxiety.
The two men looked at the calm Shasha in Yelma's arms.
Juan let out a heavy sigh, "You need to move house, right now. It's for your safety."
Givar paused for a moment then nodded in agreement.
Later,
Givar and Shasha move into a safer house. There are many bodyguards and guard complexes.
After the rampage, Shasha did not say much. She kept daydreaming and sometimes suddenly cried.
Givar calmed his wife with patience. He had already contacted Amelia, but the woman was still at the patient's house.
Amelia will come to Givar and Shasha's new house the day after tomorrow. While Sven was out of nowhere. The man didn't say where he was going. Know he no longer exists.
"I hate this" Shasha murmured. Givar turned to his wife, "Why, honey?"
Shasha looked at her husband with both eyes puffy from crying for too long.
"I hate this. I'm tired."
Givar hugged Shasha, "There I am."
"I'm tired.I hate them...."
"They will soon be punished. You just have to be patient, honey."
Givar put Shasha to bed and covered her.
"Sleep, yeah." Givar kissed Shasha's forehead gently.
"I can't sleep."
"Why?"
"So I took a nap."
Givar smiled he had an idea, "Now you close your eyes..."
Shasha according to,
"... You imagine there are twelve chicken eggs. You cook everything together. It starts by breaking the eggs one by one and putting them into a glass container. You stir it and put it in hot oil..."
Shasha yawns.
"... Then you see a newspaper. You read his little writing, and then you feel tired and sleepy, you finally fall asleep."
Givar saw that Shasha had fallen asleep with regular breathing.
Givar smiled and looked up, Amelia's idea was good. Thank you for teaching me to tell this to Shasha to go to bed quickly.
As Givar was about to pass, the soft hand grabbed his sturdy hand. Givar turned to Shasha who was not fully asleep.
"I thought you were sleeping" said Givar.
"I forgot something" Shasha said with a panicked expression.
Givar frowned and looked at his wife seriously, "Forget what?"
"The eggs haven't been lifted, they must be charred." Shasha's plain speech almost made Givar laugh. However, the man desperately held back a laugh.
"Emmhh, if that's it. You close your eyes again."
Like a child, Shasha said, she closed her eyes as ordered.
"Because you forgot, you picked up the ripe egg and ate it."
Unknowingly, Shasha chewed with both eyes still closed.
Givar chuckled softly, "Because of the satiety, you get sleepy and start sleeping."
Shasha is asleep.
My little wife fell asleep very quickly, Givar said in his heart.
He walked out of the room and called someone.
"Zed, did you find anything on that tape player?" Ask Givar.
Across the street, Zed was watching his men inspecting the damaged footage for destroying Shasha.
Zed replied, "Looks like this is gonna take a little bit of time, sir."
"Well, if you find anything, let me know."
"Good!"
Givar ended his call.
The man was astonished, why would anyone enter his house? Who can break in without being discovered? He had no helpers or gardeners to suspect.
None of his neighbors are suspicious either.
However, Givar was too tired to think about that. So, he chose to stop thinking about it for a moment.
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"Ah, in this new house there are no other food ingredients. Only fried rice can I cook for breakfast."
Shasha went down the stairs and approached Givar. He hugged Givar's body from behind.
"Here, let me go." Shasha takes over Givar's job. He stirred his fried rice.
"Honey, I want to eat eggs" said Shasha.
"Eggs? Emm.. There's no, yes, in the fridge."
"Yes, because last night you told me about eggs, I wanted eggs."
Givar. He walked to the fridge and opened it. Luckily, there were five eggs there.
"Look, Honey. Our fridge has just the same eggs as soda." Givar opened the fridge door.
Shasha turned her head then laughed, "We should fill it up."
Givar. He felt a little calm looking back at the smile Shasha had lost yesterday.
Shasha cooking omelet. Just an egg, no onions or any other spices. At least salt and flavoring alone is enough to stimulate the tongue.
Givar and Shasha had breakfast together.
Just a few mouthfuls, Shasha felt nauseous. He rushed to the bathroom. Givar was worried because Shasha did not come out of the bathroom.
Many times he knocked on the door, Shasha's answer was always the same, "Awhile I'm fine, really."
After a few minutes in the bathroom, Shasha came out. Givar rubbed his wife's hair.
"You're gapapa?"
"The fried rice is not good. I don't think my stomach will be filled with that fried rice" Shasha grumbled.
Givar was confused, even though the fried rice was quite good, yes even though there were no vegetables and spices, but it still felt normal when eaten.
"Yes, I'm eating food, yeah. Let them come here later" Givar said.
Shasha saw Givar on the phone. Then he sat back in the chair.
"The food came soon" said Givar, then sat down.
Suddenly Givar remembered something, "Is it possible for you to get pregnant again?"
Shasha was surprised, yet she was also seen expecting it to actually happen.
When the food delivery arrived, the two of them immediately ate it. Afterwards, Givar takes Shasha to the hospital.
Shasha checked by an obstetrician.
Givar was standing in the waiting room. He's been standing up ever since you came. He doesn't seem to want to sit.
A couple of husband and wife passed through it. Seen the wife is pregnant, marked with a distended stomach. They look so romantic.
Givar smile. She imagined Shasha and herself as well.
When the obstetrician who examined Shasha came out of the room, Givar immediately approached her.
"How, Doctor?"
"Mrs Hardiswara was just exhausted and caught a cold."
The look of disappointment was clearly printed on Givar's face. But he tried to smile.
"Thank you, Doc."
Givar takes Shasha back home.
"Sorry," said Shasha. Givar who was driving turned to his wife for a moment.
"Why apologize, dear?"
"I'm sad to see you thought I was pregnant. But...."
Givar pulled his wife's body to sleep in his chest. The man rubbed Shasha's hair gently.
"Honey, I'm gapapa, really. The important thing is that you're okay, I'm happy."
Shasha let out a heavy sigh, she knew... Givar is disappointed, but the man covers it up. Shasha was also disappointed, she was eager to have a child.
"So, we have to work hard to have children soon. Four times a day, how?" Givar's perverted question makes Shasha puff up at him.
"You, yes, you love the opportunity" Shasha grumbled as she pinched Givar's stomach.
"Eh, it hurts. I'm driving, no." Givar grimaced in pain.
Shasha chuckles.
Givar chose not to go to work. He wants to spend time with his wife. Nothing interesting in their new home. The house is big and there are very few things in each room. So, Givar and Shasha go to buy new things for the new house.
Meanwhile, a taxi stops in front of Sven's house. The man returned to his home with a backpack.
After paying the driver, he stepped in to get in. As he stepped, his gaze was fixed on the pitch-black house of Givar and Shasha. Marked that there was no one in the house.
Sven has heard from Givar, if they've moved out.
Sven entered his house and turned on all the lights. There has been no change in his home since he left. That means, no one comes in.
Sven also did not smell any traces in his house.
He threw his body onto the sofa then took his cell phone and fiddled with the square object.
However, while engrossed in his cell phone, Sven hears a noise from the pool behind Shasha's house. He took off his jacket and put his phone to the table.
"There's someone in that house" murmured Sven.
Sure enough, there were some people in the house who had been abandoned by the owner yesterday afternoon. About 5 people in there.
They whispered while putting some black roses into various places.
"Will the owner come here?"
"No idea, we just need to do what the Boss tells us to do."
One of the men came to the five men, "I've taken care of the pool."
"Good, we just have to wait for tomorrow.they will definitely come back to bring the goods that have not been transported."
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the men passed into the secret room under the big photo of Givar and Shasha's wedding.
Sven was standing in the doorway, but he was watching them.
There's a secret room, huh? It is easy to send terror. How could there be a secret room underground? That means the man planned it before Givar's house was built.
Sven smiled coldly as he tilted his head, how could he send those fools into the tiger cage? The best people are many.
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Day starts morning....
Inside the basement, the six people were already awake.
"Whose voice was that last night, huh?" Whisper one of them.
"I don't know."
"I heard the sound of footsteps approaching."
"I am too."
"Will the husband and wife come back?"
"Of course."
The clock shows at 8 am. They have been in the room for 2 hours since they woke up.
"It looks like those two people won't come. Let's just get out, I've been feeling stuffy in this room."
After getting a nod from the other members, the man took the key from his pants pocket. Before opening the secret door, he peeked through the keyhole.
Both of his eyes widened to see Sven's whereabouts ahead there. He sat on a chair and stared intently at the secret room. Not to mention, he was holding a rusty knife in motion in his palm.
The peeking man swallowed the saliva then turned to his friends.
"There's someone outside" he whispered.
"Who?"
"The Son of Adam Gustiar. He's got a knife."
The others were surprised. They're starting to worry.
Sven smiled as he muttered softly, "The oxygen in the room is thinning. One by one you'll be out and I'll surprise you."
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18.26: 28 October 2019
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