Laboratory - Red

Chapter 45 Maria Aggy.

After lingering claustrophobic and sweaty in the student guidance room, it finally resolved the matter as well. By going to its limit, that is anti *******.

The man with Indo-European stature may have been upset or something. He was disrespectful, but brave. I got that courage and confidence in him. The rest were curious about the background. Who knows his past is dark.

The student guidance teacher dismissed Amar's sharp appeal, sent the man of Indo-European stature out of the room, and followed his lesson. And so is Amar. Miss Disa also wanted to have a one-on-one talk with Erina.

There are many things I take care of, especially with my old house that nudges in the woods. Abandoned, dusty lots are also very dirty and smelly.

I forced my footsteps into those stuffy rooms. My shiny black laptop is shattered, the glass is badly cracked. But that's not my goal.

The worst was: I forgot to turn off the television for days. With a gulp I ventured to pluck out the electricity. As a result it was very hot, actually making my hand electrocuted. It hurts a bit, but it's still not my goal.

I opened the locked door, turned the key and opened it. Door creaking. Understandably, it is an old and rusty door. My shabby, brown-colored bed sheets signify how dirty and disgusting my bed is. The fan is also not dead, broken spinning. I think the electricity bill will increase by ten times.

The screenplay by Mark Steffano. Right. That's my goal to get back to this shabby place. Don't get lost. I forgot a lot of important stuff because of what happened a few days ago. Tragedy in Neny's fucking lab.

Luckily the paper was still clean and tucked in my school bag. I picked it up, flipped through. Check whether it is complete or not. Goody. I exhaled a sigh of relief. If this paper is lost, it can all be destroyed. There are still many mysteries that have not been revealed. I have many plans and discourses, must be implemented smoothly and smoothly.

There's something I have to do for now. Contacting my 'lift' sister. For days I have not told you. Who knows if he has new news, or is worried about me.

While sitting in a shabby bed I crammed my phone, looking for that contact. The house was deserted, leaving only the sound of an old fan creaking out in pieces.

Eh? For days I didn't call and no phone history at all? It's freaky. I'm sure big brother must have been very worried about me, even though he never visited. My account is empty too. No entry balance. No. gabe. I don't think I made any mistakes. What's wrong with her?

"Come on.. Why is it so slow?" I fizzed to realize the phone was just ringing. "Hurry, come on, pick up! Goddamnit!"

5 Minutes passed without reply. I began to stand clutching the paper tightly. God fucking. He worries me. "Come, please!!"

Phone lifted! I cried out stifled, hastily exclaiming.

"Sister! You're okay, aren't you?" I'm embarking. But there was no reply for a few seconds. Non-rigid. What the hell's going on?

"Sister?" I'm repeating. "Sister! Answer me! You okay?"

"Maria Aggy.." No. That's not my sister's voice. It might be her husband or something. It was obviously a heavy voice from a man. "Mary Aggy...?" He seemed to be reading the contact's name or something. I clearly heard a broken spelling sound saying my name.

"SISTER!!!" I screamed and started to worry. I don't think this is her husband's voice either. What is?!

Dear phone on turn off. Just leave a short note for a few seconds. Gosh darn. My brain hasn't come to understand all this. What the hell's going on?

I ran out of the house, without even locking the room or the front door. Caring for demons with wild animals or thieves broke into my house. I don't care about this 'shack.

Something's not right. Everything's grim. This is not a common coincidence. I need someone, especially Erina. Someone has to help me say or just calm me down.

I ran through the thickets and the dry roots on the ground, the sound of birds chirping and the squealing of insects echoing on the ceiling. Although it is daytime, the forest is crowded with fauna. I ran fast, continued to head for the highway. I have to be right away. Just soon!

***

"Where is Erina's sister?" I called out hastily to the officer at Erina's semi-finished laboratory project. He stopped his work for a while, putting a pencil and sketch paper on the table.

"What are you doing, son? Carrying backpack and school uniform. You just got home from school and you're playing around?" The worker laughed at me. Come on, damn it! Don't you know how panicked I am?

"Where is Erina's sister?!" I repeated my question, tidying the child's hair on the forehead.

"Mrs Erina has been home since a few minutes ago." Other workers who reply, more polite anyway.

Gosh darn. Really too. Hundreds of kilometers I traveled by running fast, anxiously waiting for the bus to pass in a cloudy day like this. Then walked tens of kilometers more to now wait for the bus and return to Erina's house. But I have to do it, rather than just see the workers working on this semi-finished project.

I immediately ran, without saying goodbye, let alone thank you for the more polite response of the worker.

***

The bus stopped at the stop. The door opened automatically, and I hurriedly ran for a seat. Not too crowded, maybe there are only 8-9 people on the bus, plus the driver. I breathed a sigh of relief, after almost half an hour waiting for the bus in front of the stop.

Buses run gracefully cleaving the highway in overcast daylight, overtaking several vehicles such as cars and pick-ups. I put my cheeks on the glass, making dew form there. My fingers move, forming a shape through the dew.

My phone rang, breaking the silence, making some middle-aged passengers turn their heads. Either because of shock or something. Erina called.

"God. Where are you, Aggy? You're home from school? Look what time it is and you're not home." Erina was worried about asking me.

"I'm fine, brother. The bus is now on its way to the next stop. Sorry for not telling you. I stopped by my old house for a minute." I explained back, with cheeks still attached to the glass of the bus. The streets outside were bustling, with the moody sky wanting to cry right away.

"Ah. You're coming soon, aren't you? Make sure you get home before it rains. I'm worried about you, you know."

"Something? How important?"

"Very important."

But I haven't told Erina the details yet. I purposely let him wait in curiosity. The phone was turned off after the last conversation.

***

The bus docked at the stop, a place close to Erina's house. I went downstairs, just thanked the driver and rushed to the house.

Erina waited, I knew it. I don't have to knock, and the door outside isn't in the lock. I slid down rushing towards the kitchen, finding Erina who was casually gulping down hot chocolate while looking silently out the kitchen window.

"I know there's something important you want to say right away, Aggy. But I'm more sure you haven't devoured anything than that. Look, you're still wearing school clothes. Jesus, if you're going out, it'd be nice to change your clothes first." He started to nag. Good. That was his habit from now on after being completely separated from Catrina. It may be a decrease in genetic traits, or a decreased trait. Holy hooch! I don't think he's been nagging all this time before.

"Change clothes first. After that you had lunch with me." He gave me instructions and I gave up. I walked lethargic towards the room, changed clothes and sat comfortably in the kitchen chair. Erina prepared hot chocolate.

"The air is cold. Why don't you wear a scarf or hoodie?" He stirred the hot brown glass, then sipped it again.

"I haven't had a chance, and I've forgotten my hoodie, too."

"From tomorrow I'll have things ready for your school."

Holy hooch! I choked on food. I quickly grabbed a hot brown glass. "What-what?!" I can't believe Erina can take care of me in such a way.

"Why? I'll just prepare a hoodie and a lunch box."

"Lunch box?" Oh my God, this is too. I'm not a kid anymore.

"Yes. Wh why? Wouldn't it be healthier to make your own than you have to buy in the cafeteria. We do not know what materials are mixed by the seller. And bacteria are the biggest enemy, it could be that the cooking tool is full of bacteria and mixed in the canteen food. Just imagine, it's very unhealthy, isn't it?"

I grinned, breathing out.

"alright. Thank you for taking the time." That'sallthatis. And we were silent for a while, focusing on the food in front of us.

10 Minutes of food and hot chocolate are gone. Erina tidied up, sometimes I helped wash the dishes.

"Where do you want to talk? On terrace?" He offered.

"Where can I. Ah, sitting here is even okay." I don't want to linger with unimportant pleasantries, I really want to know the awkward plight earlier.

"What do you want to say? Trouble with your school?"

"Not."

"Want to?"

I opened my phone, showed me an empty call history. More precisely just a call history that started first.

"What does that mean?" Erina frowned, not understanding.

"This is my adoptive sister's mobile number. For three days I was not holding my phone.

"Every day he asks me, though I don't know why he doesn't just come to my house. But strangely enough, during those three days my sister had not contacted me at all. Even the monthly money was not sent by him.

"Really it's not the monthly money I'm waiting for. But I was only worried about him after three days in a row that gave me absolutely no news. And even more strangely when I tried to contact him.

"You know the outcome, brother? For 5 minutes the call just rang, not picked up. And I tried calling again, trying to be more patient. And for that last call, he picked it up.

"I was more surprised when I heard the voice of the answer. Male voice! Weight. At first I thought it was just my foster brother's husband, but I only realized something strange when he said my name, but it was like spelling. I'm guessing he spelled the name on the caller's contact list. Isn't that weird? How can my foster sister's phone be held by a foreign man."

I don't care Erina's astonished face. I wiped the sweat on the temple, calming my breath independently. I'm kind of relieved to have told you. I'm just afraid something bad happened to my sister.

"I want to visit her house. Trying to make sure it's in place." I gave a suggestion. Staring at Erina's tense face.

"I'll come along. You can't go alone, Aggy. I'll make sure you're okay."

I nodded in agreement. For this matter, I think it's a priority. My feelings have become bad. For other problems, such as Mark Steffano's infamous murder, Emmi's mistaken murder, let me take care of it.

I just want to live quietly. With all the simple routine activities. Without being burdened by any anxiety, really. Will I be able to live in peace like that? Why does******** always come after me?

Actually pretty much what I need from Erina. Including by analyzing the manuscript given by Mark Steffano and the paper and book I stole from the worst laboratory some time ago. Quite a lot, so I didn't get to choose which one to finish.