Psychopaths

#37

Ahzarel got word about his mother. His heart was broken, his emotions were stirring. He wondered who killed his mother, impossible without reason.

"ARGH!!! SHIT!!" Pekik Ahzarel, he kicked the table in his apartment room. He destroyed the contents of the room, until Ran who was opposite the room barged in.

"Rel!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"Mama Ran, mama," Ahzarel said softly, his voice trembling. His feet were limp, he fell to his knees.

"Mama why you?" Ran asked, he grabbed Ahzarel and calmed him down.

"Mama died, Ran! I can't take it!!" Ahzarel screamed he grabbed his shirt, he bit his lower lip to bleed.

"Lu lied!?"

"I may lie, Ran," said Ahzarel, as if there were no more glimmers of hope for him. He became bored with this life.

He felt that he had not been happy Laura, wanted to feel like turning the time. Then take advantage of the last moments with his beloved mother.

"Ran, I want to apologize to you just now. But, mama nelfon first, I think there's something important. But apparently, my mom died!" Ahzarel. Very visible from her tears flowing.

He was not ready to lose the Mother, regretting it was too late.

"Ran, I'd like to kill myself***," Ahzarel said resignedly.

"What the hell lo!? It hurt?" Ran asked with annoyance, provoked emotion.

"I give up on this life, Ran! It hurts."

"Don't be crazy either but, Rail! You're the only child, your family's kasian has no children."

"Whisper! You don't know, because your parents are still complete!"

"Udah, don't be upset Rel, sorry."

The atmosphere calmed down again, Ran helped Ahzarel tidy up his room. His cousin asked Ahzarel to rest.

Ahzarel's stubborn nature relapses, he rejects Ran's unyielding request. Until Ran is forced to inject drugs in the neck of Ahzarel.

The man's body weakened, his eyes slowly closed.

Ahzarel woke up with his eyes open. He washed his face and returned. He felt uninspired activity, his head felt dizzy and heavy.

"Well, aren't you ready yet?" Ran said in the doorway.

"Males" Ahzarel answered briefly. Ran touched the man's forehead with his hand. The heat touched the surface of his palms and the back of his hands.

"Let the same cave father who helped you, mecahin this messy case."

"Woman at that time, twin sister either sister or brother I don't care."

"The cave is guessing! Okay, the cave wants to go to Europe," said Ran.

"When?"

"Today, the same cave father and prospective cave husband, ngurus your mother. You take a break" replied Ran.

"That woman, I must kill!" Ahzarel clenched his hands and was determined to kill his own grandmother in no time.

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Time has changed to November. It seemed like the snow was starting to fall, Lina was comforted because of that.

Lina only realized, during these 5 months, she did not find Ahzarel's face. Maybe he was tired of Lina always avoiding him.

The woman is very grateful if it is true. He headed out of town to refresh his mind and shop.

His left hand pushed the trolley and his right hand picked up some items. He also stopped by the stationery shop because Yuki really likes to draw. Tomorrow is her birthday, Lina wants to give some tools for coloring and drawing.

Some items in winter rise in price. However, food is declining. For Yuki's sake, Lina willingly took out a lot of bouquets.

Suddenly Lina saw a man at the checkout. The man was paying for the groceries he bought.

"The price ... Yen," said the woman at the cashier's desk. The man gave the money and left immediately.

After Lina paid, she followed the man. He was sitting in the back of the car, like a table behind the car.

"Hello" said Lina. The man looked up, his face was like Ahzarel but the color of his eyes was different.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The voice is similar to Ahzarel. But why are the eye color and eye glare to Lina different?

"May I join?"

"Please," he replied, scooping the chicken sprinkled with oyster sauce and rice into his mouth.

Laura also took out the food she had bought earlier, it felt awkward if she sat next to the man. Lina was looking for a good topic to talk about.

"You look like my friend" Lina opened the conversation.

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What is his nature like?"

"Sucks, sadistic, but he's also considerate. She followed me everywhere, but these 5 months she disappeared" Lina explained, drinking soda.

"Good, you're not disturbed" said the man. He gently pricks his neck, with chopsticks.

"Yes, but I'm scared. If there's no one, I can't survive death."

"Cool" said the man. He closed his rice box and opened the beer can.

"I know her, said her cousin, her mother died."

"Oh my God, so sorry."

When he said that, the man's face looked very sad. Maybe depression?

"I have to go to my friend's house, see you." Lina looked at her watch. He hurriedly left the man who was being held captive by the grief.

The grief-stricken man opened the contact lenses, and the red eyes hiding behind it were clearly visible.

"Maybe from now on, I stop bothering Lina, forever." He propped up his chin while swinging his legs forward and backward.

"I feel traumatized when I'm close to people, everything's gone." Ahzarel grabbed her hair, then sipped her third can of beer.

He stared at the road from the parking lot, his tears coming out slowly. "The old woman needs only my death, right? I'd better turn myself in."

Ahzarel took a cell phone and called the woman who often bullied him.

"Hello, my dear grandson," he said.

"Where are you?"

"You're looking to die, aren't you?" Ask back.

"Why? You're not satisfied with killing my mother!?"

"Of course not yet! I'll kill your uncle, your cousin and his girlfriend, then you! I was satisfied" replied the woman.

"If you kill me how? Not them." Ahzarel hoped that would satisfy him.

"Wouldn't! I want to see you my new depression kill," the woman replied, then chuckled like a vile criminal.

"As you know, you killed my mother has made me lose my mind" Ahzarel said. He was still emotional, so as not to shout in public.

"Ahaha, good, then kill yourself. See you, my granddaughter, muah!" The woman hung up the phone.

"Why does that woman like the convoluted!?" Ahzarel screamed in his heart. She wiped the tears and put her contact lens back on.

"I'd better get out of here." Ahzarel started the car engine, he increased the speed up to the normal limit.

He headed for a lonely road, which was rarely used by others. I wish Ahzarel had hit something that could make his life fly away.

"I'm tired! I'm not a good kid, I went to hell!"