Psychopaths
#24
It is not usually very rainy morning. Ahzarel is still comfortable with the bed has not yet opened his eyes. A hand stroked her brown hair, it was very disturbing.
His eyes were half-open and his mother's face was plastered with a beautiful morning smile, covering the current weather.
"Ahwildazar?" Call her.
"Ma, I'm still sleepy! Go." His mother's hand was just slashed. His eyes closed again and almost entered the dreamland.
"Rel, it's your birthday, you know, the 17th."
"I don't remember, let me sleep." Ahzarel pulled the blanket over his head.
"Come on, mama made you a cake, baby."
"Oh, yes, I've taken a shower***," he said, holding his body on the bed. He rubbed his face and ruffled his hair.
"Alright, don't be long." Laura came out of her son's room.
Ahzarel opened the white curtains and saw the dewy window. He rubbed the dew and stared out the wet window.
"When I was born raining, when I was a rainy birthday. Is the world sad that I was born?"
He opened the window and felt the cold rain touch his skin. "Why do I accept nature when they don't want me?"
"Rul."
"All!" Ahzarel turned his body back, almost getting out the window. "Ma!"
"Why are you surprised? What do you think? It's raining you don't have to think about."
"Yes yes."
"Have you taken a shower?"
"New to. I'll take a shower." Ahzarel went into the bathroom with a towel on his shoulder.
While Laura waited for her son in the dining room and stick candles on the cake she made. "Perfecto!"
Ahzarel went down to the 1st floor in his beloved dark purple shirt. His half-wet hair was a mess. "After blowing the candles mama dry your hair."
"Don't, just dry yourself."
"No. Let's make a wish and blow the candle."
Ahzarel wished his life were better and blew out the candles. The doorbell rang, Laura immediately opened the door and saw Father and Mother of Wil. "Mama, papa. Thank you for coming****."
"No problem, honey. Sorry about Wil I haven't seen him until now" said the elderly woman.
"Wil must have understood that. Please come in."
The woman walked into the living room and accidentally saw a figure that was very similar to Wil, only her hair color was different.
"Will?" Mumbled.
"Ahzarel! Here dear there is the same oma opa nih." Ahzarel came as soon as he heard his name called.
"Sit here, you grab food first****," Laura said.
"Aren't I, Ma?"
"You just met oma same opa for the first time, right? Sit down and talk." Laura kissed Ahzarel's forehead and ran small towards the kitchen.
"It looks like you're the same papa you."
"Mama said that too" Ahzarel replied.
"Are you nengokin papa you?"
"Well, every vacation, to the point that I was mistaken for papa when I passed the police station."
"You're still being arrested?"
"Cuman asked," Ahzarel replied.
"Aren't you in school?"
"Teachers are out of town, he said."
Laura came, served some food as well as drinks.
"Have you got a girlfriend yet?"
Ahzarel who was drinking immediately choked on the question from his grandmother.
"Why are you?"
"It's okay, Ma."
"Find PDKT dong, already deket keep on sure--"
"Son," said Ahzarel, cutting off his grandmother as she spoke.
"I'm sorry, ma, because he's anti-social at school."
"Ahaha I understand, like Wil he's tuh."
Ahzarel who began to feel bad, headed for the room leaving 3 parents in the living room.
"Sorry, he likes it that way."
"It's okay."
Ahzarel threw himself on the bed. He grabbed a folding knife with a carving of his father's name. He pointed the knife at his arm and began to cut his hand.
Blood flowed out until it touched the surface of the sheets and crept up to look like a sea of blood.
"Daughter huh?" Ahzarel natap plain white ceiling of the house, he wanted to reach the ceiling but did not arrive.
"Too, far."
Ahzarel pointed the knife at his neck and began to scratch it into a wound. Ahzarel's room was so bright because of the daylight.
Laura went into Ahzarel's room and saw her son lying weakly on the bed with his hands hanging with blood dripping. He began to panic and looked at his son's face as pale as a corpse.
"Rel! What's your rail doing?"
"Don't be a fool, don't follow your papa this way!"
"Why Laura?" Mother Zhou asked in panic, because of the screams of her daughter-in-law.
"Ahzarel, he's not moving."
"See, I'm calling the doctor!"
"I'm stupid I can't take care of my own kids!" Laura tightly gripped her weak child's hand. His life is ruined if something worse happens to his only child.
"The doctor's coming soon, you calm down, yeah, Ra."
"I can't relax, Ma." Laura's tears fell and soaked her hands and her son's.
The rain had not stopped, but the sky was very clear that day. Ahzarel was rushed to the hospital, Laura was sad because her son was deprived of blood. He was confused, the stock of blood type AB was exhausted.
"God I'm dizzy, I'm confused. Please give me a way." There was the sound of rain that had subsided and disappeared over time.
"Oh my God!" Laura grabbed her own hair because she was dizzy thinking about her son.
"You really tortured me, Rel!!"
Laura paced around with thoughts that flooded her brain. In the midst of that vocation, Laura was struck by a voice that was familiar to her.
"Why are you pacing? I'm sick of it," he said. Laura looked at the patient's bed and found her son in a sitting position.
"Ril? Really you? Not anyone else, right?" Laura approached the bed and touched the two adult cheeks.
"If I'm a ghost, mama can't hold my cheek how the hell?"
"Would you like to eat?"
"Yes, anything but vegetables."
"It's a vegetable that keeps you healthy! Wait here."
"I can't go anywhere anyway." As soon as his mother left, it rained very hard. Ahzarel looked at the dewy window. His heart was sad, his chest hurt a little because of that.
"This world would rather I don't exist" Ahzarel said.
Night passed. On a clear morning, a girl was running after the bus that was about to leave. Luckily, he got on time to get on the bus.
"Huh god." The girl tied her long hair. Until his nameplate is seen.
Angelina Hinata's. Students moving from the next town. He just moved today, 2 days late from the first day of school.
In front of the class was about to introduce himself, he felt awkward. No one he knew in the class.
"My name is Angelina Hinata, just call me Lina."
"Alright, Lina. Please sit for a while in the empty seat over there," said the teacher while pointing at the chair in question.
Lina sat on the chair and heard the whispers from the disciple sitting behind her.
"When did Ahzarelel enter?"
"Some, good girl."
"Ahza, who was that?"
"It's a really complicated name."
The activities in the area are going well. Lani did not intend to go home immediately, she wanted to visit her sister who was sick.
His feet stepped down the loby and into the hallway. Tanganya reached into the bag to find her phone, never to see her he looked into the bag.
Accidentally he hit people and lost balance until he fell. "Don't look for things on the way!" Said the tall man while holding an infusion stick. Both lenga and his neck on the bandage, there were blood spots that adorned the white bandage.
"I'm sorry, I-I"
"Your phone's in your hands from here."
Lina looked at her right hand that was holding her mobile phone. He patted her on the forehead and began to remember that she was playing with his phone.
"Wait how do you know I'm looking for a cell phone?"
"Guess" the man replied. Lina got up and saw her height with the man was far different.
"High," muttered Lina, she slapped both of her own cheeks and continued on her way to her sister's room.
"Sister!!" Shouted a little boy as Lina entered a room. Lina immediately hugged him and kissed his forehead.
"Jino, how are you?"
"I feel healthier" he answered. He was alone in the room with his toys scattered on the bed.
While playing, Lina was reminded by the tall man earlier. Especially, his red eyes lit up like a wrathful demon. If you imagine it again he felt afraid and the fur on his back stood up. "He's creepy."
"Sister, I'm sleepy!"
"Ah yes, sister call mama let's accompany you here."
"Okay, sister, I slept first."
"Yes," Lina replied. He called and waited for his mother to come.
