JUST A CRASH - BUTTERFLY CROSSING
8. Sentry
In a dark room, there is no sound without air. Inside there is only silence and a sense of tightness. The room slowly moved, distorted like something was tearing through the dimension. Shuji stood in the middle of the room putting his arms and legs apart, then took them off again. In his apartment, tables and chairs were upside down, some stuck to the wall as if attached to something.
In the corner of the room there was food waste with caterpillars and maggots as big as fists, but the maggots had their own shafts and focused in their respective places.
Shuji who was busy dismantling his body thought, ah, this is how to die the ideal. No matter how badly he was, he felt no pain.
Had the death been trial-and-error, Shuji could have chosen to live or die and considered which was better.
He looked back when he heard the bell. The door of his apartment that had appeared suddenly swung open slowly.
There stood a woman. Wearing a scarf on his head as well as pants and long sleeves. The woman pulled the shirt of a man standing next to her. Looking around, the two couples were apparently wearing a couple suit.
Then the two feed each other.
“!!”
Shuji opened his jolted eyes and took a deep breath. Sweat appeared in his sweat.
“Sial.” What a horrible dream.
Shuji washed his face and stared deeply at the reflection of his face.
“How dare the supernatural eat fried food..” made Sweet. Shuji gritted his teeth. Wear the couple shirt again.
No, she doesn't believe Orange has a boyfriend. That chick? Have girlfriends? Haha. Maybe if someone wants a new apocalypse.
Other than her, who would want to be with that woman?
Shuji, are you crazy? Of course there are many out there who admire Sweet. This is the girl you like, remember?
Shuji shook his head stopping those thoughts. This must have been because he stayed up yesterday, which provoked his subconscious and fears while he slept.
But who was the figure that Shuji saw with the woman? It really frustrates him.
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This week Orange working day shift.
At eleven o'clock in the morning, Shuji was standing among the vegetables in the supermarket. Today Shuji wears a long-collared neutral green sweater and black pants. His bangs were allowed to fall over covering the eyebrows with their ends slightly curly.
The theme of his performance today is fuwa-fuwa.
At that moment a customer took a spot beside him. Shuji shifted while thinking about wearing what color orange clothes today. If it turns out they wear clothes of the same color, it must be fate.
We were destined to be together. Shuji thought happily.
The person beside him shifted once again towards him, making Shuji take blatant steps to move to the side.
“Ano..”
Unfortunately the man did not understand why Shuji was staying away.
“My mom asked to cook radishes..,” women with that annoying voice chattered a—i—u—entahlah. Not enough to get there, the woman glanced at the contents of Shuji's basket which had been filled with various materials.
*Unethical basis. *Shuji hissing in heart.
He did not catch the words that the woman said. Glancing around him, he found the orange going into the supermarket. Shuji's annoyed feeling disappeared instantly. Unfortunately, he was stuck with the female ghost beside him.
“You think this vegetable is good?”
Shuji took a short breath and stared cynically. If he could, he didn't really want to look at her at all.
So ugly. Why can there be such a bad guy. Shuji thinks his eyes need to be washed.
He turned and saw the anticipated figure walking closer to the vegetable area where Shuji was standing, it felt like the surrounding air had turned fresh.
“Hai.” Orange waving hands. Shuji nodded his head and intended to chat. But he catches an orange gelagat whose eyes look at Shuji and the ghost beside him in turn.
With a meaningful gaze Orange nodded. That look was like encouraging.
Whatdoes thatmean? Shuji's face turned grim as the Orange passed to another part.
“Ano..”
“What?” damn life. Shuji's hand itches wanting to pierce the vegetable in front of him as soon as he sees the orange figure getting further away. He had a chance to talk. Orange must not be satisfied to see his good looks.
“In your opinion...”.
Shuji did not wait for the woman to finish her words and detained one of the supermarket employees passing by.
“This woman is shopping for the first time and she can't tell which onion and fruit. Please help him, yes. Describe the. Detailed. Maybe.” After saying so Shuji turned around to take the egg.
He was still lucky today, because the Orange was lining up behind him. They were standing in the same checkout line.
Shuji refrained from humming.
Finished with his groceries, Shuji did not leave immediately but waited until Orange was finished.
Without saying, the two went home together.
“Hey, you…. That,”
“What?”
“That, the woman was still watching you.” Orange Word. If the two turn around, they will see the woman who had been buying Shuji on tiptoes to catch Shuji.
“Even the time in line the woman keeps glancing at you!”
“Hah?” a female? Shuji did not bother looking around and just looked at Orange seriously. Are you a girl?
Shuji's confused.
“You know, the woman you were chatting with at the supermarket. She's so sweet.”
Shuji was silent for a moment to think. Could it be that the ghost is meant? “Really?”
“You really don't know or pretend? The time I passed by the fragrance of the perfume was very good.”
Hearing that Shuji frowned. He had no idea what the ghost smelled like. But it's definitely the perfume she wears that is more fragrant, right?
“How about me?”
“What?”
Shuji extended his sweater-clad long arm to the front of his orange nose, just where he sprayed his perfume.
Orange blinked his eyes and glanced at Shuji nervously before sniffing carefully.
“Ooh, this is your perfume, it turns out.” The words of the orange stammered; not a question or a sense of wonder. More like a reaction after finding the answer of a mystery.
Shuji twisted his brain fast. This perfume she custom order. Maybe someone else is wearing it too?
“Why?” Shuji noticed every look on his orange face.
“Oh, no. Somewhile…. Sometimes when I take the elevator or through the front room of your apartment, I can smell the fragrance. I guess a room freshener in the hallway or something. Plus the fragrance is good.” Orange said a little embarrassed. “I almost want to ask for a recommendation to the janitor aisle.. “.
Shuji turned his face away while rolling a smile. He held his smile back from frowning. Thinking of Orange covered in the perfume she was wearing, Shuji had to take a deep breath to calm himself down.
“Is it so, I wasn't aware.” Said Shuji setting his tone.
“But yes, anyway. We go together, this. I don't smell a special fragrance even though we're walking together. Eat it I don't realize this is your fragrance.”
Hearing the happy reviews, Shuji intends not to move perfume shop.
“I bought it in a special store if you want to know." Shuji's eyes sparkled a second later. "Oh, or rather than buy first, how about try first?”
“Means?”
“Ah? Where can that be?” Orange frowned. Seeing the signs the orange would resist, Shuji said quickly. “That perfume is not suitable for men. Even left unattended will not be used. Don't know what to do.”
“Hmmmm.”
“Take it through just try it first.”
“Where can I buy how?”
Shuji realizes that Jingga is reluctant to accept gifts that seem expensive and elegant for free.
“With you utilizing that perfume, it has helped me a lot.” Shuji. “I don't want to accept your money.. You... Just make me fried.”.
“Hah?”
Somewhere strange, Orange rounded his eyes and laughed, like hearing something funny.
“Why?”
“While you're asking for fried food.”.
“Why with fried foods?” Shuji thought of the figure that appeared in his dream earlier. His frustration reappeared. “I only accept fried food payment.” Shuji insists.
“Haha, okay, fried then..” Already so far, how could Jingga not see that Shuji insisted on giving her perfume? He finally accepted with barter though not worth it.
Both entered the apartment building.
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Shuji took a deep breath on the terrace and immediately felt like he was blessed. Just now Orange received the perfume, and when tried, Shuji sprayed it on the doorstep of the apartment as a tester and smelled it all the way inside.
Thinking that they are now wearing perfumes from the same source..Maybe this is the so-called couple item?
“Hahahaha!!” Shuji laughed off towards the kitchen. It was a pity that he could not give her his own perfume... Orange will definitely not accept it. It's okay, he just needs to move forward slowly.
In the future, it may not be the perfume that is used. Oranges may wear long shirts instead of pajamas and....
During his lunch cooking that time Shuji hummed; imagining this and that. The good mood persists until Orange delivers fried food and leaves for work.
Staring at the departure of Orange through its binoculars, Shuji began to feel dissatisfied. He sat in front of the computer and visited the company profile where Jingga worked. Seeing maybe there is a vacancy.
He called the number listed.
“Hai, moshi-moshi?” a female voice sounded across.
“Halo, I want to ask you about the staff vacancies available at pantijompo..”.
“Ah, yes. The lowongan is already full, for the moment is not available..,”
“Alright then. Thank you very much.”
Shuji took a deep breath and hung up the phone. Even though he works in the same place, it does not mean that his work schedule will be the same as Orange.
Shuji forgot to work in the same place. He also dislikes dealing with parents.
But if a vacancy was available and he could have one shift with Orange, he would have applied immediately.
Shuji checked his minicam order before continuing to write articles throughout the afternoon. He thought he was going to have dinner with the rest of the lunch just now...
Cclack.
Shuji was still typing, moments later his finger stopped moving. All this time she never turned on the tv or listened to music because she was worried about missing the coming and going of her Orange. So when there was the sound of that familiar door, Shuji was silent for a moment.
Although faint, he who lived next to the Orange had already memorized. The sound came from the direction of the apartment door Orange.
Shuji stepped wide and opened the door before looking at the empty passageway. Could he have heard wrong? Even so Shuji still wanted to make sure.
He put on his sandals and checked the door of the Orange apartment. Slowly his hands moved touching the doorknob.
Clack.
With a very careful movement, the knob turned and the door opened.
Just then, a cold rage enveloped Shuji. The aura around him turned grim.
Wh who? Who would dare to go inside? Shuji's eyes bulged as if they could pierce through the door to anyone who was inside. If it could emit a laser, all the objects in front of it would already be charred.
Only his logic still holds Shuji to rashness.
He closed the door slowly, before returning to his apartment without a sound.
It is past four hours from the time of the departure of Orange, it is certain that whoever barges in it is not Orange.
Shuji takes a handycam from the camera holder and checks the recorded video.
The 3rd hour passed thirty— minutes before Shuji heard anyone infiltrate Jingga's apartment. He saw a foreign figure crossing the street, with the direction towards this apartment building then disappearing from the camera frame.
He thought, this situation is good as well actually.
Looking at the ugly figure on camera, Shuji knew this was the same cockroach he had seen a few days ago.
Yesterday Shuji was agitated because he did not know what to do.
Now that the cockroach is in action, Shuji can take action.
In the ten years since its establishment, this apartment building has stood for quite a long time. Shuji has lived here for five years now, the administrative system still uses the old system; in addition to the elevator and hall after the entrance, there are no cctv installed in the residential corridor.
In addition, this area is not a city center so updates about the apartment security system are not a priority because the residents themselves already feel safe.
Shuji stuck his ear to the door and listened carefully.
Clak slowly sounded followed by the rumbling of people walking. Shuji opened the door slowly, and peeked at the cockroach turning to the emergency staircase.
Shuji scrunched his teeth. If it wasn't for the camera in the elevator, the pig-man would have gone up and down the stairs.
Once you see Shuji already understands what kind of person this is mentally.
If he wants to go through the law, of course it will be easier to let the camera catch the figure of Orange first, as evidence. Reporting now, the crime he committed will only receive a few days of confinement that will not deter.
Shuji refuses to let the cockroach go free, if later he takes revenge how? If targeting Shuji is not a problem, but if you are targeting Orange?
Shuji clucked in annoyance and picked up a screwdriver as well as a small piece of equipment to disassemble.
Shuji breaks into the locked door of the Jingga apartment with ease. Shuji raised next to his eyebrows, feeling amazed by his action.
He came in and did not forget to close the door.
Once inside and smelled the fresh scent of the usual orange detergent, Shuji was revived. His delighted expression instantly turned ugly considering that the cockroach entered and smelled the same fragrance.
“Sial, disgusting.” How dare he come in, smell the orange and set foot here?
Without waiting for long, Shuji moved to get his hands on it. Maybe because he and that person have something in common (obsession?) and perhaps a natural talent, Shuji collected the camera without any effort. The ultraviolet flashlight he turned off as soon as it was done.
Every angle the camera might put in it, he matches. Even the toilet did not miss. Looking at the stack of mini-cams as well as the mini-microphones, Shuji could not help his growl.
“I'll kill you, just wait.”
Shuji packed the camera into a paper bag, sifted through it once more and returned some of the changed items to their original positions. When she reached the laundry room, Shuji turned his face shyly to look at the sun-drenched cloth. It is only fitting on the balcony outside Orange only looks ordinary clothes. Not that he was focused there, but the balcony of others was always hanging underwear. Orange no.
Privacy is good. His caution also deserves a thumbs up. Separating the outer and inner clothes when drying…
It is not the fault of the orange if there are still insects wandering around it.
Shuji re-locked the apartment door after ensuring it was safe.
"It's time to prepare pesticides to kill cockroaches."
