Psychopaths

#14

On a hot afternoon, Laura eats ice cream with Sean at a cafe near campus. In the middle of eating a woman patted Sean's back hard.

"Abang!!"

"Go pick me up at 10, it's 12 o'clock brother hasn't picked me up yet! It's here." The woman's eyes turned to Laura who was across from Sean.

"Oh, patesan forgot his own sister. Again dating apparently." Sean instantly shut the mouth of the woman he called the sister.

"Um, your sister?" Ask Laura.

"Ah, yes. Understand that he likes to talk about what it is." Sean took off his hand. Then introduced her sister to Laura, Mirici.

Mirici ordered the same ice cream that Laura had ordered. They talked not long ago. A white-skinned hand grabbed Laura's arm and pulled her out of the cafe.

The rough-drawn woman resisted and tried to release the grip of the white-haired man. "Please or I'm yelling!"

"Oh? Yell out!" Hearing Wil's snaps, the mentality of the woman named Laura immediately shrunk as if it became as small as dust.

"I don't like you being so close to a human being! Especially brother!" Wil said when he was in the music art room on campus.

"Why?" Laura's voice trembled, she was afraid of Wil who was riding. Look at him like a murderer who will destroy him at any moment.

"Why? He's that dangerous. Don't judge a book by its cover."

"So I can't judge you by the cover either!"

"Honestly, I still remember there was a blood patch on your shirt. What's that!?" Laura's hooked on Wil's emotions.

Wil just he's quiet. Now the situation is upside down like turning the table. "Why are you quiet? William?" With a reflex the man kicked Laura in the stomach until the woman hit the door. Laura fell down sitting with a body that was squeezing.

Wil's foot stepped on Laura's left shoulder with his right leg. "I don't want to answer that question." Tears came out of Laura's eyes. The bone on his shoulder seemed to shift or break.

Laura pleaded to remove Wil's leg from her shoulder. His eyes saw Sean enter from the window with a guitar in his grasp. The guitar is lifted like wanting to hit Wil with the guitar.

Wil's instincts controlled his mind, he turned around and kicked Sean into hitting the piano there. The piano was destroyed instantly because it was hit by Sean.

Laura's breath was stifled at the scene just now. Sean hasn't been picking up on me for long. Wil approached his enemy and grabbed the man's hair.

Sean unexpectedly hit Wil in the face until he fell on the floor. He changed his position to the back and was surprised by Sean who was holding a knife.

When Sean swung his knife. Wil held back the blade that would stab him in the face. Red liquid flowed from Wil's palm.

Two men who were busy with their fights, forgot about Laura. Laura's past memories are called back. She cried so much remembering her parents who died before her eyes. She was crying hard, holding her knees.

Wil slams Sean to his left and runs to Laura. She realized when Laura called her mother. He knelt before Laura

When she was about to touch Laura's cheek that was wet with tears, Laura brushed it off roughly. His feather stood looking at the blood coming out of Wil's palm. "Don't touch me!"

"I want to be alone***," Laura said as she slammed the door, exiting the music arts room.

Day by day passed. Laura's constantly nagging Wil. If you see him at the end of the road, he prefers to throw away his face rather than having to turn around.

Wil also, he did not want to disturb the calmness of others. Especially when she realized, Laura took off the necklace she gave her a few days ago.

Can't stand being shunned like this. However, he realized, he did not deserve to have a real friend. He began his old habit again, by talking and arguing with his own battery.

Although, it would make her psychologically disturbed again. He doesn't care, rather than being lonely and talking to dead things.

On the other hand, Kardita was pleased with her efforts. It was not in vain that he asked Moon to help keep them both away.

"Son's brother, huh?" Ask Moon to the man who was drinking iced tea in the cafeteria on Laura's birthday.

"Yes. Can I help you?"

"Do you know Lauren? Definitely familiar!"

"Know the name, just met a few days ago."

"Come, gini. I'm asking you to separate Laura and Brother Wil."

"For?"

"For Kardita to be close to Brother Wil, how the hell?"

"Oh, it's easy. But there are conditions," Sean said with a sneaky smile that was clearly imprinted on his face.

"Doof?"

"Money," he answered. The moon understands.

"Later I'll tell Kardita, it'll be easy later!"

Then, Behold, his efforts were not in vain. "Lan, thank you! The money I promised, I'll transfer m-banking, huh?" The moon nodded and saw Kardita's struggle approaching Wil.

On the other side. Laura pondered at the place she once chatted with Wil, the roof of the campus. Actually, he wouldn't come here. However, because the quietest place would not want him to stop there.

"Well, what?"

Laura looked at the source of the voice. Kardita with her arrogant face stood up while folding her hands. The smile of victory was perfectly painted.

"It's none of your business. Go far!"

"Lan, jatohin him!" The moon came up from behind Kardita, her appearance changing like it wasn't the Moon Laura knew.

"Lan, don't you remember me? You're amnesia!?"

"No, thanks for everything. See you," said the Moon and immediately pushed Laura down from the roof.

Laura squealed loudly. Wil accidentally heard and saw the shadow on the asphalt getting bigger. He looked up and saw a woman fall from the roof. Her cries stretched out and caught the woman.

"I don't want to die, I'm not dead, I'm afraid, '" he muttered constantly until Wil completely knocked the woman out of his grasp. "Ouch!! Looks like my bones are broken!"

"No way," Wil replied quickly. Laura stood up while rubbing her painful hips.

"Why is that?"

"Because, I caught you just now." Her plaintiff got into her black jeans pocket and stepped up, continuing on her way.

"I don't understand. Ouch, aching****." Laura grumbled in her heart from the scene to the health unit.

Day starts afternoon. Wil does not want to work today, he chose to laze on his bed room is quite large and comfortable.

He daydreamed in his room that was all black and white like his current feelings. He rolled around and fell out of his bed, and then went back to the bed. So it goes on until he is tired. His eyes occasionally glanced at the cell phone. He hopes to get a notification from Laura.

"I'm a man. But, maybe my number has been blocked or even deleted."

"It's impossible."

"It's possible, he was mad at me for what happened that time."

"It just happened, you're not wrong anyway."

"Yes, where's my fault?" All the noise in his head makes Wil go crazy any minute. The man throws the cell phone in a direction and tries to sleep.

The next morning he went down into the kitchen and saw his mother grinding the dough. His enthusiasm stopped and looked at his son with a mess, just woke up.

"Dear of my mom who is single."

"Sadly, I'm still young to have a partner, Ma," Wil said as he ruffled his hair.

"Eh! Don't mess around! It's hard to know how to separate your cyan hair from your snowy white hair."

"Ish, I'll fix it myself!"

"It's not neat you've been, 'Mama pleasein dong', '" she said, grinding back the dough with flour around it.

"Oia, what were you doing last night? Want cosplay to be a dough mill?"

"Son, Ma, more thoughts."

"The woman you like to leave you?"

"Where possible! I don't like any woman."

"Not confessed. Former mama, best friend mama, rt sir, rw sir. All so," said his mother.

"Papa?"

"Maybe" he answered briefly. She printed a cake with a beautiful flower-shaped print.

"Here Wil, help mama draw it." Wil sprayed some kind of brown dough carefully following the line. Then, color the blank with colorful sugar cream.

"That's very neat. Here's mom put it in the oven."

After about 10 minutes of waiting, the biscuit cake is so and the results are very satisfying. "You're skilled too. Mama follow you in the art race want?"

"Son," Wil refused quickly, because he was very unwilling to take part in any race.

"Ohe tell me about the woman you like."

"I told you I don't like it, Ma!"

"The story is like this...."