Laboratory - Red

Chapter 24 Maria Aggy

And I summarized everything in my notebook. This is how it is :

- Edward Marcues descendant of the 169th honorable and smartest noble family. A gentleman of Dutch honor. Brought to you two sons recognized in the law.

- The history of the Marcues family that is not widely known this person sometimes does cause curiosity. However, in Mark Steffano's work it is explained in detail that : The Marcues family has a high lust as a man, and a man. The descendants of hundreds of them continue to grow until now.

mark Steffano also told that Marcues' death was just a lie. Mark ventured alone in the footsteps of the famous man. Starting from the place of residence of his family, to from any outside media.

mark interviewed the people living on the block around Marcues' residential home before they all moved to other areas. He wrote that: the local people will immediately pack up and move to other areas because they feel afraid. The reason is, they find out that Marcues' biological son is still alive and doing all the activities in the house that is not because of its shape now.

- Mark again obtained information from the local community. He began to write in a notebook, as he says in this manuscript. Mark says: The public is afraid of Marcues' son, the only surviving victim of a shocking event a few years ago. His son is suspected to be the perpetrator. A lot of people say. So, according to the beliefs of the local community, this boy who is still a child is suspected to be an unlucky child, a disaster bearer, a death boy. For the sake of his belief, the local people leave their respective places. Their clothes, their valuables, their livestock, were all brought with them as if they were trying to escape from an earthquake.

The first sheet is already full of notes on Marcuesm. I'm not complete yet because the script given by Mark Steffano is not complete I read. I decided to rest for a while by closing my eyes.

Somehow also sadness, disappointment, anger in the brain. Mothers, sisters, or Marcues they're feeding in my brain. Asking me to imagine each other's faces.

***

At 4am and I woke up from a deep sleep. With yawning and tangled hair I walked towards the bathroom. Water flows at a small volume. And just remembered by me, it's summer and the river just runs a little through the pipes of the house.

Finished dealing with the bath, I snatched the uniform in the pile of clothes in the closet.

Classes are crowded, and this is the first time. Usually this early hours lazy students have not left.

"Hey! The perpetrator of Emmi's murder is now doubted by many, "the bucket leaked, the distracted boy who is none other than Amar started a conversation with his countryman. I can hear it because the volume is pretty loud.

"Oh yeah? But he's in jail, let's just say the case is over"

"No. Where there are thieves who want to ngaku. It's not as easy as that the perpetrator of the murder confessed to the authorities"

"uh? Then you're saying that the police are arresting people so that this case is considered finished by many people?"

"Yes, yes, exactly. Maybe the police think that arresting the original person so that the case is considered finished by the community. The protest is no longer there. Or, the police could have forced the man to turn himself in".

I looked at the bench next to me. The longer the conversation Agam and his colleagues, the more crowded the class. About 8 people are now arguing pretentiously and pretentiously of course.

"Well then, who's Emmi's killer?" Agatha goes nimbrung.

My hair stands. My whole body is shaking. Once again this panic enveloped my body making me wither. Nah! They can't know that I did it. As important as I am, at least I don't want to be recognized as a murderer.2 People who died in vain in my hands, will keep a mystery to them.

"Aggy" Amar snatched the origin making the instant the group of 8 people turned to me. The more intense the vibrations in my body are. No. gabe. It's a bad situation!

"You can't trust a quiet girl like her. Silence does not mean innocence and an autistic person as you think. He was the last time with Emmi and coincidentally before Emmi also came out with her before the two of them disappeared. Sus..." Amar grinned to corner me.

"You make sense too. But he said Emmi saved him from murder. But wait, a graceful Emmi Hannabelle seems impossible to do such an action. I understand very well, even though her friend was a noble, a true friend, or a brother, there was no way Emmi would sacrifice herself for the life of the other person". A friend chimed in. And I'm dead. They began to nod as if agreeing with the argument.

What they say is true. Emmi Hannabelle the son of city official X, the rich, smart, and honorable will prefer to make me samsak if indeed we are both in pursuit. Maybe by pushing me so he can get away.

I was still staring at the textbooks. Sour face. My only hope is one: I want the lesson bell to start ringing soon to run from these damn statements. They all cornered me who was still silently looking down. Ahhh..fucking bullshit!

"Look my friend, he might be afraid that his criminal actions will be revealed" Amar chuckled and followed the others.

You're too young for criminal activity. Again. Those words bursting into my mind made me think of the way I killed that damn girl. That honor will always accompany him even if his life has been lost. Killing Emmi turned out to be the same as plunging me into a hole of problems that will not end.

"Do you know you're a criminal!"

"You're accusing me because you hate me, aren't you? Why?! Because I'm ugly?! Because I'm stupid?! Because I'm weird?! Because I love reading novels?! Or because I'm quiet?!" I cried out to make the whole class silent looking at me who was still bowed. And in the end I cried.

Classes become empty. All eyes are on me. Every now and then the female disciple whispered something to her friend while staring at me.

"Because..." Amar started again. Grins. "You suck!" The whole class laughed out loud afterwards. Long enough, don't care about me who's still sobbing.

Long enough that the bell rang making them rush to run to immediately sit on their respective benches. And this lousy me wiped the tears violently. Makes my face look worse! Be late! That bell couldn't save me. Everyone just cries, and cries.

***

5 Minutes went by with all the stale taunts. Honey does not make me relieved because one of the teachers was reluctant to enter the classroom full of this drama. There I was more and more stressed because of the taunts of Amar and the others. Very dear as well, if Agam today did not take part in the painting competition and could see all this contempt for me. Maybe he'll help by just breaking up or defending me. Still maybe.

"Hey suck!" Amar started again with an unfriendly look. Followed also by the glances of the entire class as if waiting for us to argue with each other's self-esteem.

"Before you die you better confess first. Your foul behavior will not be forever covered by your fake face" one of the other men chimed in. Soon a group of children added with giggles.

"If you knew this, I should have expressed my feelings to Emmi first. If, I could enjoy our precious time, hahaha" again the same man.

"Hey! You think Emmi's a pretty girl, a lot of guys, wants to be with a kid like you" Amar giggles and some of them agree.

I still stared blankly. And my mind is mixed. I'm stupid. Do I have to voluntarily turn myself in to the police? Although yes, maybe they will be surprised half to death hearing the statement of a 16-year-old girl killing her classmate because of a bullying case.

Bully. Sounds simple but for the victim is very damaging mental, soul, and body. Piercing to the heart turns off the innocent and innocent brain structure of a human being in doing good. A man like me who used to be fine, with Edward Marcues' DNA-DNA mix conspiracy that made me feel like a monster, I couldn't find where the human in my soul is right now.

Students who harm their own friends, such as just hitting. Most of them were bully victims. It is precisely they who are blamed, considered vile, considered people who do not have a human soul. But if people knew, what it was like to destroy that human soul when it was bullied. The simple words. But the taste and vile statement.

A man broke the silence for a moment. I interpret the possibility of age 17-18 years. It's obvious he's 12th grade. With such a tall posture and shining eyes it made me completely speechless, feeling that there was something in this seemingly cold person.

He carried a few pieces of paper in his hand that looked solid. Seriously, from this face, it doesn't seem like a real Indonesian. Although the face was like a local dominant, but if it was seen at a glance like being mixed with European blood, I don't know how many drops.

"Well! Looks like Aggy will meet the experts" Amar again began.

"Expert?"

"Yes. You don't know this guy? He's the son of a murderer, man".

The class looked at the man. And strangely there was no response at all. He looked at me like he wanted to pounce. Honestly, eye contact makes me a little groggy. So I turned my attention in any direction.

Again. Amar won't stop either. He clapped very loudly making a noise. "Are you the perpetrators of Emmi's murder?" He looked at me then the tall Indo-European man.

"Well, so interesting" another chimed in, until they cheered with each other's excitement. Really stupid. People who don't know the evidence, just go along with the argument is not clear.

"What are you guys doing?" He spoke. Staring still with a cold gaze, until the whole class was silent back to whisper something to each of my fellow students.

"Honestly, I'm sick of that Emma-Emmi" she put the paper on the teacher's desk back two steps to the front of my desk.

"Case bully again? Tidying, boring." Now not to Amar, but to me. I was silent as if I couldn't open the key in my mouth.

"You who?". My first question, not in the gubris.

"Hoo! Brava! Brava! Turns out they're conspiring, man".