Laboratory - Red

Chapter 16 Maria Aggy

A week went by so quickly that it was not felt. News booming about the death of Emmi is now also gradually lost not disputed by many people. It was a bit of a protest asking the government to impose justice on the poor girl, but still. All of this I think is free. Local police, even television news, have silenced them about this baffling case.

Congratulations to me one. I was no longer chased by fear and nightmares. The red filter that disrupted all my activities was now able to control by itself, as if the red filter was an important part of my life.

The vexing punishment of cleaning up the library for a week was solved. I was satisfied, going back to my usual days at school.

This morning, I went to class early. It sucks the English lesson. Miss Neny, that's for sure. I went back to reading the dead in my room novel that I almost finished season 2. There's only one more book left and I'm really ending that mystery horror series.

Jean's already starting to finish the school. The unfortunate who became a child of the low class. He was not accepted in his family, in the school environment, or in the community.

The story begins when Jean tries to kill her best friend, Erik, who begins to betray Jean. Erik was killed in Jean's room horribly. That's a total of 30 punctures from the cutter, and one of his eyeballs went missing somewhere.

Jean is starting to get a little sad now. Plus, a lot of people I don't like are getting killed by Jean. It's fantastic.

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The first hour will start soon. The bell has rung. As soon as possible students run to the classroom to immediately sit down to their respective classrooms.

I occasionally look at Emmi's empty bench in the owner's residence. You're too young for criminal activity. I also remembered the motive for the murder and the way I killed the girl. Exactly with Jean Martin, the main character as well as my favorite character in dead in my room.

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The first lesson finally began. My English teacher's face was visibly irritated when we accidentally made eye contact.

"Aggy!" Call him suddenly which makes me panic.

"You're the golden boy in this class right now?"

"Sorry...?" I don't understand what the words mean just now.

"My fuss, Miss Disa's getting more attention on you, isn't she?"

Yep. She's real. Since that case happened, Ms. Disa has become more different. His attitude turned to be very concerned for me. It's possible that I got a mental attack after that.

"You all work on page 58. Do all the questions carefully. I have to speak 4 points with Aggy" he continued.

Uh. Fuck what else is this? Wasn't my punishment just finished? Why does this woman keep making me do the unexpected.

"So, Aggy. Come follow me to my private room".

I nodded then walked along with the annoying woman. His pigtail-shaped hair was rubbed in the wind. His face remains the same. Much the same. It looks like annoyance at all times.

We arrived at the woman's private room. The lights are a little dim. This room is also quiet and not too wide. Lots of figura displays with English motivation attached to the walls painted in white.

"What are you doing Emmi, huh?" Ask.

Like lightning striking! I was shocked to death to hear that question. Let me go back to being a frightened puppy.

"Take me, Aggy!" His insistence after finding me who was silent for a long time. Blurry view. I'm going back to my memory of Emmi's murder. You're too young for criminal activity. Trapped me in that regret.

"I'm sorry?" I'm whimpering. "I'm just asking. What do you do to that smart student and the son of a respectable man?".

His tone didn't seem to threaten me. Just a little firm and insisting on urging my answer. I don't understand what's going on. I don't know what Miss Neny's gonna do to me.

"You don't have to be afraid, Agg. I already know everything. Including your symptoms lately. Hows it? Can you control it already? That's a good development".

What the fuck? He knew? Everything? The murderer? God.

"Now just tell me why you killed him and how you. I won't tell anyone because I have many similar secrets".

"I'm annoyed at him, ma'am. He's always taunting me every time I'm in class. I admit that he is very good in all subjects. He's also a genius. But can't it be his ability to respect others?" I shed tears. Huh! You crybaby.

"When the red filter reappeared and I roared in the classroom, he again taunted me. I ran out of the schoolyard through the back gate and I don't know what kind of wind had gotten into me, making me want to frame him and insist on taking the woman's life.

"I stabbed him with a cutter as much as 30 poked bu...previously also the temple I scratched with cutter. He can't afford to squint. We were involved in a chase that was too dramatic that I threw the body in a garbage can".

He smiled wryly afterwards, then exhaled.

"You've progressed this far, Aggy".

"What's mom maxing?" Now it's my turn to ask. Don't understand anything.

"Have you ever wondered who your identity really is?"

"No. That's because I know who I am. I'm Maria Aggy" I argued later.

"That's not my max. Do I really have to tell you now, Agg?" .

Waited for a moment. We looked at each other without a conversation later. I was pensive, still not understanding anything from the beginning the woman spoke.

"I'm scientist. Cristine Neney. I've spent over 13 years working with the physical chemistry. You might not believe it, I understand. An English teacher known to be annoying by many students, turns out to be a scientist" . I was quiet at that time. For this confession, fine. I may believe it, though not completely.

"A scientist sometimes has a competitor, Agg. Each of us has big ambitions and different dreams. I was able to create anything that my colleagues and I wanted in a laboratory" .

"But.." he took a breath for a while, then continued.

"There's something smarter than the science that my colleagues and I developed. He's a descendant of Marcues. The craziest scientist I've ever known.

"Marcues is slowly trying to destroy my chemical creation and so is wanting to destroy my dreams. He tried to step on me. I hate that. And get ready for the most important part, Agg..." .

Whatisit? I raised my head up after being silent for quite a long time encompassing all the main ideas in his utterances.

"And damn you're Marcues' daughter" . Good Lord! Do I really have to believe in this strange woman? All his words even more deviated.

"I'm serious, Agg. I swear by anything. I'm sorry if I had to separate you from your mother back then. But if you don't, you'll be Marcues' experiment"

"No way" I said quietly, but deeply. My tears started to flow and my hands stopped wiping.

"It's up to you to believe it or not, Aggy. Maybe your mother can't get pregnant. That's barren. It's also possible they used baby tubes and Marcues injected anything, I don't know"

"Where are the Marcues?"

"I don't know. Same with your mother. They simply disappear as if swallowed by the earth. But most importantly, I didn't break it. Although for some time to come, I'm taking a break to wrestle with my chemistry lab".

Not done yet I asked again, the break sign bell rang. Miss Neny can't stand in my way now. I haven't had breakfast and I need energy. So I left the place with mixed feelings.

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As usual, I went home with all the boring activities. The money my brother gave me back was sent. I kept it in my bag.

Miss Neny's statement kept sticking into my head. I've always been looking for ideas and I'm trying to get out of this.

A little paper in my bag, which is nothing but the house where my brother lives outside the city. Somehow the progress of his work I don't know. Moreover, it's possible that he's already in a relationship with a man, and or may be married. All I know is the total amount of money he always sends me.

I grabbed the jacket over the mound of clothes that had just dried after washing. I put it on, then I quickly stuffed some stuff into my backpack and now I rushed to lock the door from the outside.

I want to confirm Ms. Neny's statement about who my identity is. Who the Marcues are, and what about until I can fall into the hands of my mother and sister.

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The bus was running a bit slow. The hot weather blinded my eyes as I stared out the window. Some vehicles such as cars and other bus buses cross the highways in the city. I'll be there soon. Just a matter of minutes.

And eleven minutes passed. I got off at the stop and continued on foot. While looking at the small address, I walked for two kilometers.

I looked at the beautiful sister's house from a distance. Lush trees, beautiful colorful flowers, as well as a small fish pond. I approached. Even the big house is more beautiful when viewed up close.

I'm approaching the door. But strangely there is a pair of smaller women's shoes with a simple design, and another pair of larger black men's shoes. My brother may have married without telling me. It'sit's okay.

I knocked on the closed door. There's no answer. Once again I tap harder and still no response. Sometimes I try to open it. Unlocked.

I slowly entered the beautiful house. How could a factory worker possibly have a house this luxurious? My name is in my heart. I looked around again, afraid that I might have the wrong address.

"Aggy?" A woman appeared in a very minimal dress. Like less material. My sister's. I don't even believe in these clothes. I looked at him from top to toe.

"What are you doing here?" Ask. Her lips were polished with a red lipstick blushing. His hands looked very white and clean. Her hair is long and wavy and brown. What exactly is my brother's job?

"So this is really your sister's house?"

"What do you need? Is your monthly money lacking? Just call me and I'll add your money. No need to get you here".

That's not what I want, really. I just want to know the facts about my identity that I doubt because of Miss Neny's statement.

I did not have time to answer, a burly and tall man had come before me, embracing my brother's slender waist. With his serious face in my eyes.

"This your sister?" Asked the man with a heavy voice. My brother nodded.

More surprised and confused my feelings. It's okay it doesn't matter. Now I just need an answer. But as a guest, I would like to be asked to sit for a while on the sofa. The table has drinks and expensive snacks. I only tasted one. As delicious as this food, will not be able to arouse my appetite at this time.

"So what about your school?" The brother started the conversation with his legs crossed. His forehead looks smooth white. Short skirt. Said too even.

"Running as usual".

"Then how was your day?"

"Just the same. It makes no difference".

Wait a moment, leaving too minor music played on classical cassettes. Classic stuff like that is expensive. Even the entire house of my brother is nothing that can not be said cheap goods. There are. Wipes for example.

"You're married, brother?" Tanyaku later. Brother nodded with a smile. "What do you think of my husband?"

"Why did you become like this, brother?"

"I deserve to be free to live my personal life, Agg. You're a teenager, right, you have to understand love".

Caring for the devil with stale love. My mind is rattled by so many question marks now. Who's my? Who's Marcues? Who is Miss Neny? Who are my parents? Who is my sister's husband, and what happened to my sister.

"Who's Marcues?" I asked bluntly, I just went straight into the core. But my brother just knitted his eyebrows as if he was unfamiliar. Yep. He doesn't know Marcues.

"Who are my parents?" . Once more. This nyleneh question I immediately throw without further ado and may be said to be a miris attitude.

"What are you talking about, Aggy? Your own mother and father, you don't know? Have you been on mom's service?"

"Please tell me who my parents really are!" .

The woman cried out stifled to silence her mouth with one hand. From his expression and mannerisms, obviously big brother was shocked by my outspoken question.

"Aggy.." she said in a soft voice. "Know where you're from?"

"That's not important, brother. Just tell me!" I said, still forcing a response.

Even my sister is crying. Her white skin and pretty face were like very hurt. A little guilt in my heart's turmoil began to feel.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Aggy".

According to my brother's story, I can summarize it like this

: 16 Years ago. Heavy rains battered the city in the cold nights. A gentle and kind woman heard the sound of crying from a tight baby.

The woman was looking for the sound of a baby that was increasingly deafening the ears. In his car constantly, until he met the baby in a smelly garbage can.

The kind-hearted woman picked it up, or rather now be the baby her foster child. And the name of Maria Aggy, is the name of the gift of the kind woman.

Mary means wisdom, steadfastness, faithfulness. And Aggy is a name taken in Italy.

He brought Aggy home. The house is very remote. In the middle of the forest. The rain was pouring down on the cloth that wrapped the little Aggy. The kind-hearted woman clenched Aggy who was already shivering.

At home, Aggy was welcomed with her 14-year-old sister. Welcomed also with the father who immediately warmed Aggy.

Little Aggy now lived safely in that simple house. Aggy grows up with affection by her adoptive parents, and her older sister who craves for a younger sister.

And only then did I know that I, picked up from the stinking garbage can, was saved by the meek woman who had now gone mad. Am I really Marcues' son?

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