MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S
ON THE VERGE OF DEATH PART 2
“Then what happened?” I asked curiously.
In the past ... I've read psychology books that talk about how psychopaths are born into this world. In the book it is explained that psychopathic nature was originally owned by everyone, all humans. It's just that many humans, many people manage to suppress that trait with parental affection, good environmental support and good friendship bonds.
I believe that in this world no human being is born with a bad destiny and a bad nature. Humans are born clean. But ... Sometimes some parents do not want their children. Then the child was born in a cruel environment and the child chose the wrong circle of friends. If the cycle continues, then the bad nature of the environment, friends and parents will be embedded in the child and without realizing it, the child will grow like the environment, friends and parents.
From such a cycle, humans who can maintain their minds and not get carried away with the flow are only a small part. Then most will be carried away by the flow and eventually live like the environment, friends and parents.
“Five years later I remember that memory, Asha. Ever since I lost my father on that fateful night, I've been taken in by my father's chatty Grandmother. But even so. .. she kept raising me until I was at least 17 years old and was able to manage all the money left by my father. From Grandma, I knew that Mom didn't actually love you the way I've seen her all along. Mom was forced to marry Dad with the intention of getting an inheritance from her family and the man who killed my father was my mother's old lover before meeting my Dad ... “
Sena stopped her story for a moment and then opened the window in the room where I was. First the curtains are white and then the big window behind the curtains. Wush ... Once the window opens, the wind from the lake blows into the room and makes me feel a little cold.
“Then after getting your memories, what did you do, Sena?”
Sena looked towards the lake for a moment and let the wind that was blowing over her face. After doing that, Sena took a blanket near my feet and enveloped my body that both my hands and feet were tied at the foot of the bed. After doing so, Sena sat by my bedside and answered my question.
“My chatty grandmother was a butcher. Grandma didn't like my mom in the first place because she separated herself from her only child. Grandma hates my mom but not me. For the five years I lived with him, he raised me well. Taught me a lot of things. But unfortunately ... his life is not long. My father's death was a huge blow to Grandma who had been widowed all her life to raise her only son. Grandma survived a little longer just to raise me who was already a kara. When Grandma was about to take her last breath, Grandma asked me to promise, Asha.”
“What did your Grandma ask of you, Sena?”
“Revenge the death of his only son.” Sena looked at me with a horrible grin on her face and it made me feel a little afraid to see her. “At that time .. I still lost my memory and could not remember how my father died in an unfair way. But not long after Grandma's death, I saw my mother living together with her lover and my memories instantly returned once I saw the man's face. After making a careful plan, I brought the slaughter knife my grandmother used to sell and then killed my mother and her lover. I kept my promise to Grandma to avenge her on my mother for my father's death.”
My breathing stopped when I heard the horrible story from Sena about her family. The story was so dark, it was so horrible and on the other hand, it was so heartbreaking. How not? A child who is supposed to receive affection is forced to engage in a cycle of bad relationships that occur between his parents. Then after the circle ended, Grandma who took care of him actually asked the little boy who should spend his teenage years studying and enjoying life, to avenge the death of the son and father of the little boy.
I looked at Sena with various questions in my mind. If this happened, who was to blame Sena for growing up to be this kind of child? Her mom? His mother's lover who killed his father right in front of his eyes? Or was it her grandmother who asked her for revenge?
“ ... And damn it, the talent that my mother has actually decreased to me, Asha.”
“Talent?” I frowned at Sena's continued words as I was busy with my thoughts. “What talent do you mean, Sena?”
“My mom is a novelist, Asha. I became an editor because since I was a child, I used to listen to my mother who read the novels she was doing. Every word, every dialogue he put on the computer, he always said it out loud to me so I could understand the story he had in mind. “
My eyes were round hearing Sena's story. “Who is your mother's name, Sena?”
“You won't know my mother's name, Asha.” Sena smiled looking at me. The smile I felt was the smile of Sena's pride that felt proud of her mother. “Because my mom used a pen name when writing novels. If this name .. you'll recognize it, Asha. My mother's pen name is The Lady.”
Hearing The Lady's name, I remembered the pen name. In the past, Warda told me that name.
“The Lady is the first author in the country to use a pen name. He is famous for his mystery and horror novels that always manage to outwit his readers. Until now ... no one knows who the person behind the name The Lady is. Because The Lady suddenly disappeared just like that from the world a dozen years ago.”
I remember Warda telling me that because Warda was a fan of The Lady. I also remember Warda also recounting the last novel The Lady is a murder novel in which the husband of the dead female lead character is killed by the dark lover of the female lead character who happens to have the same story the story of Sena.
Sena seemed to catch my expression at this moment. “Looks like you know that name, Asha. You should also know .. The last novel of The Lady was not written by my mother but written by me who had killed my own mother and kept her body stored in this lake.”
