Psychopaths

#39

Ahzarel looked at the dark sky. He saw a lot of stars scattered. His lips were waiting for a smile, on top of the bitterness of the fate he had experienced.

A hollow heart, no taste for anyone. Only his parents adorn the heart even though they can only see it through imagination or family photos.

He laughed when he remembered his past. "Hahaha, silly!" Ahzarel glanced at the clock that kept turning like life.

The man took a jacket, hat, and gloves. He smiled and showed off his white teeth.

"Back to my free time. Goodbye Lin," said inner Ahzarel. He took the car keys, the moment he met Sam.

"Sir you-"

"Go for a minute, maybe go home in the morning. Take care of the house, don't let the thief in, see you!" Ahzarel stepped on the accelerator to the club to meet his cousin.

In club. Ahzarel was immediately met with a male fight, seizing the women. This useless thing made Ahzarel sick.

"Oi!" Call someone from a distance. The woman with short hair waved at Ahzarel and called Ahzarel over.

All the women's eyes were on Ahzarel. Making the man uncomfortable to shudder in horror, if he was suddenly attacked by 7 women there, excluding his cousin.

"Go away," said Ran.

They decided to talk in the car. "So?" Ask Ahzarel. Ran also explained about his plan to trap the woman.

"So .. continue .. so," replied Ran. Ahzarel actually objected to Ran's way. But what's wrong with trying?

On the other hand, the old lady with cyan hair was agitated while grasping her mobile phone. He tapped on the table with his fingers on the opposite hand.

"Uhhhh! Just no information!" The door opened as the woman finished grumbling inside her mind. A young man, about 26 years old.

His hair color was invisible because of the dimly lit room, which was certain, he wore thick sunglasses. Glasses are like mirrors, showing the woman's image clearly.

"Who are you?" Ask the woman.

The man cleared his throat and said his name. "Gabriel," he replied in a heavy tone.

The old woman felt her lust increase upon hearing Gabriel's voice, which made her feel hot. "I'm only helping you, not serving your passions."

The woman was about to stand up, but she abandoned her intentions because of Gabriel's words. The woman reached out and introduced herself.

"Ardila," he said. The outstretched hand was only touched on the fingertips by Gabriel. Ardila gives 3 photos, namely Wil, Laura and Ahzarel.

"Help me find this child's information" Ardila said, with her index fingerprints attached to Ahzarel's photo. Gabriel nodded, smiling as if holding back a laugh.

"What about the other 2?" Ask Gabriel.

"These two are dead. My principle is that if his parents are dead his son must die" he explained. Gabriel stroked his chin, as if thinking hard.

"Did you kill this woman's parents?"

"Sure, when he was 4 years old. Not only his parents, his aunt was also a victim." He took a knife and stabbed a photo of Laura with the knife.

Gabriel swallowed the saliva, visible from his jaw that moved like pushing something. Ardila is tempted. But he has to hold it. "Uh, I could be tormented if I hold him on."

"When I go, I'll see you." The man came out and disappeared when the door was closed.

On the other side. Ran's waiting for someone in the bank parking lot. He is restless if the plan fails.

A man with sunglasses got into Ran's car in the driver's seat. He took off his glasses and showed beautiful blue eyes.

"Where?"

"I know who killed your parents" the man said, removing his lens contact.

"Yes, her hair is like papa's hair, even if it's just a little."

"Is she your father's birth mother?"

"A good theory. How now?"

Ran told her plan, hopefully it went smoothly. Ahzarel nodded, he ran his car to a place that could calm the mind.

"Huft, just one proof. I need more, I'll put him in the bars, if I need the death penalty."

Ran suddenly opened his mouth. The woman was talking about random things, until the central point of the topic stopped in Lina. "Rel, how is Lina now?"

Ahzarel stepped on the brakes suddenly. The car stopped right at the stop line, the traffic light was on red.

"It's a good thing I wear a seatbelt" Ran murmured as he clasped the belt strap in front of his chest.

"Don't talk about him in front of me, never."

"You still love him, be honest!"

Ahzarel suddenly stepped on the gas pedal. "Why would Om Roy still want to take care of you?"

"Gue also wonder why Aunt Laura would want to have a child like you? If I was Aunt Laura, I'd kick you out of the family card."

"Like my mama dong. I was born from the womb he is not your womb" Ahzarel said with his eyes locked on the highway.

Slowly Ran raised both his hands. "Now I am."

Ahzarel's phone vibrates on the dashboard. Unknown number from his homeland. "Jawab Ran," asked Ahzarel.

"Thunder," Ran grumbled and answered the phone. He turned on the speaker so that Ahzarel could hear it.

"Hello?" Greet a woman across the phone, who else if not Lina. Women adored by Ahzarel in the past.

"Oi! Lina, me and Ahzarel are kangen with you" Ran said.

"A, Ran! Ahzarel exists?"

Ahzarel snatched his phone from Ran's hand. He turned off the speaker, then placed the phone on his left ear.

"I'm busy, will you?" Ahzarel immediately closed the call after saying so and turned off the power of his phone.

"It's cold for you to go to Lina right now."

"Nothing, I don't want to disturb her life" Ahzarel said in a trembling voice. Ran chose silence, rather than having to slash his cousin's feelings.

10 Minutes of Ahzarel and Ran being stuck in traffic. In the middle of a really crowded city, it seemed like to get out the path was very narrow.

Yellow light like car lights long widened and brighter. The two men were curious and looked back.

"Oh shit," they said simultaneously. Their eyes when they saw a large high-speed truck speeding their direction.

"Ran, we need to get out. Now!" However, the door cannot be opened wide. Ran felt desperate.

Ahzarel broke the windshield and tried to get out. He also pulled Ran out of the car immediately. How lucky they are. Once out of the car the truck directly hit their car. Maybe if they don't get out in time, their lives are already gone.

Ran's breathing was wheezing, he still felt paranoid and imagined things that were not-nothing about the accident just now.

Ahzarel had seen who was driving the truck. His hair is cyan, but he is male.

"Who else is that!?"