Rebellion, A Killer's Little Note

Episode 24

•Amazyodya The Amber•

Ayodya is preparing to go to her school, State High School 3. Today there will be a symbolic handover of the school's mourning wreath to the parents of students whose children were killed in a bus accident.

"The way is useless..," he lamented. After confirming once again his appearance on the glass, he exited the room and stepped down towards the front door.

"Are you ready for Nduk?" ask a man in his 20s when he sees Ayodya.

Ayodya nodded and prepared to enter the car, as someone from the direction of the house called out to her. "Sir, have breakfast first."

"Later Budhe, come home from school" Ayodya replied.

The figure of the young lady called Budhe was just waving her hand. The car moves away from the house with a fairly large garden.

"What about Pakdhe's new body?" ask Ayodya.

The man sitting behind the steering wheel looked at her smiling from the middle rearview mirror. "Very mild Nduk, Pakdhe already did not feel pain when walking. Budhe also said that he likes his new body"

"Thank God Pakdhe. I think Pakdhe and Budhe took longer to find a new body. I almost followed you to the village" said Ayodya.

***

The bustling atmosphere welcomed Ayodya's arrival after she got out of the car. At the school gate there are many wreaths of condolence. The parking lot was filled with the vehicles of the parents of the students who attended to receive the symbolic handover of the school wreath as an expression of their sorrow for the death of their sons in the accident. Occasionally, there was a sobbing of parents who remembered their children.

Not long after everyone gathered in the Hall. The headmaster gave a word of welcome and also a deep condolence. The atmosphere of sadness was so thick. Ayodya is of concern as he is the only surviving student in the accident. Some people talked about his luck, but not a few also raised cynical gazes.

When the OSIS representative mentioned the names of the students who died, riots began to occur. One of the mothers, whose son was killed in the accident, approached Ayodya and pointed to her face.

"Fucking son of a bitch! All because of you! You fuck! You son of a fucking carrier! Because of you, our children are dead! Because of the bad luck you brought!"

Ayodya just kept quiet and looked at the woman fixedly. The woman misinterpreted Ayodya's silence as fear. It began to make him grow more furious and physically attack.

A few quick-witted teachers ran over to Ayodya and the woman. Unfortunately, the woman's slap and scratch had already landed on Ayodya's face. Some of the other disciples and parents started to look at him with a dislike look.

"Fuck-bearer..."

"The sticky-boy.."

"She should have been the one who died"

"Fucking kid!"

Suspicious whispers began to be heard. Ayodya touched the softness of her scratched cheek. His eyes were coldly staring at the humans who were swarming about him.

***

"For mutual kindness and comfort, please understand Ananda Amira to move to another school" said the principal a few days after the incident by the parents of the students.

"The father received many rejections and disapproval of the parents of the students if Ananda remained in school here. They are afraid that their children will have bad luck"

Ayodya who used Amira's body only fell silent for a while before finally nodding. "Okay sir, if that's the case. I had no choice but to move. Later my uncle will take care of all the terms of the school move."

"Thank you for understanding. And forgive me if your decision makes ananda disappointed," said the headmaster was not pleased.

Ayodya stood up and left the room.

***

Byurs!

Ayodya's clothes were drenched when someone doused her with deep brown water in the school parking lot. He recognized the figure that doused him as the woman who slapped and scratched his face. Pakdhe Jawir rushed out of the car and pushed the woman's shoulder away.

"What's this?" ask Pakdhe

The woman who was asked only glared sharply at Pakdhe. He looked back at Ayodya. His index finger raised to the face he had slapped.

"That girl, that damn carrier! My son died because of him! He brings bad luck! Tight boy!" the litching.

"My son Sinta died because of him! He's a fucking son of a bitch!"

The school security approached and restrained the woman's body. He gets hysterical when he accidentally sees Ayodya smiling cynically for a moment before getting into the car.

***

That afternoon it rained with lightning and lightning. Ayodya was sitting watching the news on television when Budhe Dewi approached her and informed her that there was a woman who wanted to meet. He got up from the sofa and headed for the living room. The woman who turned out to be the mother of Sinta looked at him with anger. The woman's body was soaked. Ayodya leisurely sat on the chair facing directly at him.

"Fucking kid! You're happy now aren't you?!" the woman opened her voice. "You're happy that my son who bullied you is dead! Aye right?! You fucking bearer! Fucking slut kid! Because of your bad luck the accident happened! Can't you just die?!"

The woman roared and fell on the floor. "Love is my most precious treasure! Because of your misfortune, I have to part with my daughter! Fucking slut kid!"

Ayodya remained silent and looked at the woman. After a while, he opened his voice.

"Why should I blame you? Blame yourself for not taking the time out for her. Now, after your daughter died, you want to vent your regret for ignoring her, to me. Does that make sense?"

The woman's roar stopped. His eyes stared at Ayodya. He quickly headed towards the girl and intended to strangle her as someone hit her head hard from behind.

"What shall we do, Nduk, this woman?"

Silence was created just before Ayodya's voice could be heard. "It's time to feed my Master, Budhe...,"

***

The woman roared in a room with a faint light. Around it there are many sow flowers that are usually in the cemetery. Traditional songs greet his ears. Slowly and more and more clearly. The faint smoke made his gaze unfocused. He was trying to recognize the surrounding situation when his eyes caught the figure of a woman who danced with ease. Curious, he approached the figure. The figure of the dancer who shrieked her body gurgled hypnotized the woman and made her dance along.

It was as if it was drowning in a soothing warm vortex. His sleepy eyes almost closed when suddenly the figure of the dancer was already in front of him. Haven't seen the dancer's face clearly yet, something from her body felt a stabbing pain. When he looked down, he realized that the dancer's hand was inside his body and moved to look for something. The fear and horror made him scream loudly. Up to its peak, something beating from its body was forcefully snatched out. It also collapsed with blood flowing.

***

"Sir, what should we do with the body?" ask Budhe Dewi to Ayodya.

"Just throw Budhe away, as always," the girl replied.

Pakdhe Jawir approached the two and opened his voice. "It's hard Nduk. The mountain where we threw away the rest of my master's meal was temporarily closed due to bad weather. We can't disguise it as death caused by beasts anymore. We don't want to have to find a new dump."

Ayodya thought for a moment before an idea came to her mind. "There is no need to find a new place to dispose of unnecessary body waste. Mutilation only. Cut it small and cook. Especially for the leftover heart of your meal, my lord, separate it for raw food. Make some boxed rice and share it with hungry people on the streets. They won't think much when they're hungry."

"Well Nduk" said Budhe Dewi and Pakdhe Jawir nodded in understanding.