Psychopaths

#32

Laura was relaxing reading the newspaper while waiting for her son to come home. His eyes touched every word until the sound of the gate shifted his attention.

A man he's a messy outfit came into the house. "What are healthy gymnastics? Until that dryness," said Laura while glancing at her son at a glance.

"So I was told to run a marathon around the earth" Ahzarel replied. He went to the room and threw his bag.

The bell of the house is rung by an unknown person. Laura opened the door, looking at a girl who was still wearing her uniform while carrying a book.

"Um, auntie, is there an Ahzarel?" Ask with a mean expression.

"So, maybe take a shower. What's up?"

"Here, the book she missed on the table," the girl replied as she thrust out the book with the name Ahzarel in the upper right corner.

"Gosh he's sloppy." Laura let the girl in, but the girl refused subtly and moved away from the spot.

"Ma, mama looked at the book" Ahzarel's eyes went to the book that his mother was looking at. The mother was surprised and the tingling sensation in her stomach was so tickling that she wanted to laugh.

"Aahaha!" Unable to question her, Laura laughed out loud until it felt like she was about to faint from laughing.

"Jeez, MTK notes or debt notebooks?"

"If you weren't my mother, I'd beheaded!" Ahzarel said, seizing the book from his mother.

"Ih, fierce!"

Ahzarel headed to his room and sat down at the study table. He tidied up his notes in another book. His head felt dizzy when he saw all those numbers.

"Don't you be myopic, Rel?" Laura guessed as she stared at the ceiling of Ahzarel's room.

"Yes? I don't feel it" Ahzarel said as he continued writing.

"Mama is like your mouth!"

"But my mouth has no face" Ahzarel replied with a triumphant smile, successfully making Laura silence her mouth.

The woman rolled her eyeballs lazily, then left Ahzarel in the room with his joy.

The man's phone shook, and showed the number of the girl who was his assistant at the moment. He picked up the phone weakly.

"Hello?" Ahzarel. However, the one who answered her greeting was not Lina, but someone with a male voice.

"Hello, Ahzarel," replied the man from across the phone. He sniggered for a while and began to continue his sentence. "Hurry to come here, or your 'boyfriend' is in danger, '" said the man half-chuckled.

"Where?"

"To his house, time to the dam!" The man replied and immediately closed the phone. Ahzarel did not care, but he would be troubled if there was no Lina.

The man was wearing equipment. He carried a different weapon, to spare he carried his beloved knife. Ahzarel hid the axe behind his jacket and exited the house through the window.

He found Lina's house. It turned out to be very far from his home if on foot. He climbed over the fence and entered the girl's house through the front door, because it was wide open.

Just a few steps into the house, an object struck Ahzarel's back neck. His body floated, then lost consciousness.

Lina tried to untie the bond, which tied her hand. However, failed. Precisely his hand was scratched by the mining rope fibers. He was shocked when the door suddenly opened.

The man threw someone. The lights were lit, and the figure of Ahzarel who fell limp. However, his eyes half opened, then told the girl to keep it a secret.

"Criminals! Let go of me or you'll regret it" Lina said as she thrashed. The man slapped Lina's cheek many times, until the corner of the girl's lips spit out fresh blood.

Ahzarel got up and immediately grabbed the man's hair and dragged him away from Lina. The man tightly bound the foreign man's mouth, and he took out the axe he was carrying.

"Lin, he slapped you how many times?" Ahzarel asked as he sat on the man's stomach.

"Five or six? As I recall," Lina replied doubtfully, how could she possibly be that thorough? No time to count how many times he was slapped.

"Oh, well," said Ahzarel. "It will be sick and long" Ahzarel said.

Ahzarel began to cut off his left hand and went up, up to the upper arm. Then his right hand, his legs, and his body.

"How many pieces? One ... Five ... Ten ...." Ahzarel said while counting the limbs.

"Rel, we're no longer an MTK class. Can you let me go?"

The girl cried bitterly while hugging the bodies of her parents long ago cooled down.

The police arrived a few hours later, and an ambulance accompanied him. Ambulance workers evacuated the body and treated Lina's wounds.

Ahzarel approached Lina, then clenched her body to calm her down.

On the other hand, a woman noticed this from a distance. His cyan hair was waving in the wind. "Mistaken target, you useless man!"

Ahzarel calls Laura to take her to Lina's house. "Come on, not a lot of cincong!"

"Prophe dong! Mama's on the road again" Laura said from behind the phone. He wondered to himself, when did his son repent?

As soon as his mother's car arrived, he went home with Lina. "Ho, is this your girlfriend, Rel?" Laura asked Ahzarel who was next to her.

"Maybe," Ahzarel replied with origin while playing his phone.

"Ne!?" Laura and Lina are confused, but Laura knows her son is not someone who easily falls in love.

Laura stepped on the brakes suddenly, as she almost hit her front car. "Oh my head." Lina rubbed her forehead.

"Who told you not to wear sitbelt?"

"Whisper you, Rel! Because of your answer you know mama brake suddenly," said Laura. However, those words reminded him of Wil.

"Whatever, the lights are already green" said Ahzarel, not taking his eyes off the phone.

When he arrived, Ahzarel showed Lina a glance. "The bottom line is if there's anything to say" he said and headed to the living room next to Lina's room.

His mother was watching television there. Ahzarel placed his head on the thigh of the Mother. Laura plays Ahzarel's hair with her thin fingers.

"Ma, if I'm dating now, is that wrong?" Ahzarel asked with all his courage. Actually he wanted to say that since Junior High, but at that time his mentality was not as strong as it is now.

"If you can focus on the lesson, it's okay" Laura replied, with eyes fixed on the television.

"Oh."

"Sleep in the room, not here" Laura said, turning off the television. However, Ahzarel remained out of position.

"Huh, yes," said Laura, he brought the pillow closer and placed it on the back of Ahzarel's head. Then, gently kiss her child's forehead.

"Good night, have a nice dream."

Sunlight gushed into Ahzarel's eyelids, his eyes glaring at the light.

Suddenly, the light slowly disappeared. Ahzarel took his sunglasses and looked at the sun. It's dark, it's a solar eclipse. However, in the middle of that. Laura called Ahzarel from outside the living room.

"What ma?" Ahzarel opened the door.

"Help your girlfriend in the kitchen" said Laura.

"Ish, she's not my boyfriend." Ahzarel heads to the kitchen and finds Lina cooking.

"I have to what?" Ahzarel asked himself.

"Tuh cuti greens as well as meat." Lina pointed to Ahzarel's task with a vegetable spoon.

"What meat? Your meat?"

"No, elephant meat!" Laura chuckled in front of the kitchen door, hearing their strange conversation.

"Wedding is it you?"

"No way!" Ahzarel and Lina said at the same time, staring intently at each other.

"Yes, do your job, stack." Laura pointed at the meat and vegetables, just like Lina earlier. Ahzarel cleared his throat and carried out his duties.

"Lin, if the food isn't good, blame Ahzarel."

"Every aunt."

"As far as you are" Ahzarel replied, he wondered why women were always right.