Red Box

Box 37: I'm Sorry, Mom!

I crawled, walked towards the exit. The sound of broken glass and falling shard scattered, still continuing to lash out. I kept banging on the door. I hope someone opens it. Or at the very least, there are neighbors who want to come. I really don't have enough energy to stand up.

Not only limp, my whole body, it hurts. Maybe it's all karma. All this time I've always thought, neighbors are just annoying people. When I saw them, I just smiled.

It is never terbesit a thought to do good, but only they can be relied upon in the circumstances as it is today. Although sometimes greeting just that, however, the frequency of the incident is very rare.

“So, we just needed a moment like this, yes?”

I'm sure they're all complaining at the moment, or maybe they're saying that.

I don’t desire to complain, thats so dready!

Humans as social beings are creatures that are interconnected reciprocally, or in other words uphold the principle of give and take. When you never give, don't expect to get anything, ever!

The sound sounded again. Something hit my back and ripped my skin off so easily. Even it seemed, it had already pierced through the flesh.

While holding my stomach, I continued banging on the door. Fuck give, I want to take it right now! Just ask give, whenever you want, later! My back feels like it's on fire. It felt really hot and more painful every second.

“Please! Please!” myrag.

The sound of footsteps could be heard from a distance. The longer the sound gets louder, a sign someone is walking closer. Before long, a pair of pink flip-flops poked out from between the doors, making me shut my mouth tight.

I thought, this might be a trap. Even had intended to hide, but the color of the sandal looks awkward. Right now, those people were also behind the window.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

A knocking door rang out, a sign that the figure was already standing behind the door.

“Excuse me!” yells, in a soft voice and sounds so polite, “excuse me!” he continued, elevating the tone of speech, because I did not respond.

I think he's the next-door neighbor. His voice made me quite sure. Thanks to him, the mysterious figure who pointed a weapon from behind the window, left in a hurry.

“T-Help me, mbak!” my door.

“Did something happen, I heard the sound of broken glass and explosions?” tanyakanya.

“A-Aw.

I tried to say a lot of things, but this pain made me groan.

“What's up, mas?”

The woman knocked on the door getting tighter, while I quietly held onto my wet stomach.

...

A few moments before.

When silent as they asked, suddenly one of the mysterious men pulled out something. My feeling was so bad that I decided to leave.

Sure enough, the sound of bullets instantly shot past my temple. If not, my head would have been hollow. The gusts of wind that struck, in fact, made my body stare and tremble in fear. I managed to dodge the first attack, but unfortunately they continued to shoot blindly.

A row of booms whizzed again, accompanied by the sound of the crackling of glass. Between the hail of bullets, three to four shots hit the target. One of them, in fact, hurt my left abdomen.

My body fell down, rolling until my head hit the table. My body was already staggering, but with the remnants of life's will left, I crawled up and started banging on the exit.

...

“K-Ka..”.

I wanted to convey all of this information, but my mouth suddenly felt confused. My stomach also started to give off a fishy smell and some sort of liquid seeped out from there.

"Aargh!!!"

“D-Blood?”

I screamed more and more.

“Mas? What's up, mas?” ask girl outside, “I'm in, yes, mas!” he continued, trying to open the door, but unfortunately it was locked.

The door handle just went up and down and the door still remained unmoved.

“Why locked, mas?” ask again.

“Crack only, mbak!” seruku, “I can't stand anymore, soon I might die!” imbuhku, shrill.

A crackling sound began to sound, and the vibrations of the door being pushed were clearly visible. I immediately got out of the door, because it seemed, he was actually trying to force-crash.

“Don't give up, mas!” he exclaimed, once again trying to break in, but unfortunately still failed, “ya geez, how is this?” his moans.

I'm really pathetic. How can you get a woman to break down a door? Moreover, she might be a weak-humoured girl. But all I could do was groan in pain, while pressing on my left stomach which felt like it was being pierced by thousands of hot needles. At least trying to shut down the blood flow. If this continues, sooner or later I will definitely bleed to death.

“Leave me alone, mbak! It looks like it's too late!” say, lirih.

A flash of light was suddenly visible from the sidelines under the door. Looks like the girl turned on the flashlight with her phone. On the floor, his hands were waving. But it doesn't look like a signal. I think he's cleaning the floor.

Not long after, the light disappeared. Instead, his two white and smooth hands were seen again. His long hair hung onto the floor.

Her clear brown eyeballs peeked out from the sidelines under the door. Some of her beautiful face was raised, making me more convinced. No doubt, she is my beautiful neighbor.

“Yeah, you bleed, mas?” tanyakanya.

I tried to smile, but the girl's eyes were now so teary.

“No papa, kok, mbak! Stay in!” myrag.

“If your intention is to die, why ask me for help, anyway?” tanyakanya.

“Who also wants to die, mbak, people shot?”

Who else, whatever, I thought.

“Then it is, don't give it up, dong! You think I can sleep well, if you die in front of me like this?” The Girl.

“How else, the door is locked,” I said.

“Wait, I'll call for help!” yells.

I responded with a nod.

While walking away, he warned again, “as long as I am gone, just don't sleep! You have to clear all this!”

His face was lifted from the door, remaining sandals are pink and look cute. But gradually, the object was seen getting farther away and lost through the night. What a dream girl. Paijo asked for his phone number. Not just pretty, but good too. After this, I think I'll ask for the number.

......................

Suddenly I coughed. Something warm is flowing into my hands. It feels really sticky and slippery. With a smile, I saw my hands covered in blood. Tears suddenly trickled down, remembering my mother.

I just found out, it turns out that all this time that flows in my body is something that is so warm. But why is it so warm? Are all humans like that too? That was very surprising. Tears felt more unstoppable, depressed the feeling of regret that enslaved.

Suppose I knew; this warm thing was flowing in my body, I would not be this cold. Opening up and trusting others is much easier. Because, deep in the human body, something so warm is constantly flowing. No exception to all of us.

Unfortunately, a person like me has to be in his own place. My body suddenly felt cold. Simultaneously, a bitter taste filled the body. Slowly but stiflingly, the vision blurred and the breath began to wheeze. When my ears buzzed, my vision suddenly darkened, but there were still many games I had not finished.

Sorry Dimas, ma'am! Sorry your son grew up to be someone so cold!