Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 17: The Great Saint. Sacred Talented.
BACK to visit this three-story luxury house, which I can no longer enjoy all the comfort and warmth because it is too hot, even like hell heat? My ears are hot, my heart is also quite hot, hearing these two girls insult and rebuke me, unlike the filthy dirty street cats that will surely get the affection they deserve.
No. gabe. I'm starting to understand.
I was like a flying cockroach haunting this mansion, so everyone was expecting me to leave, wishing me to perish, never to come back to this place.
The question is, why did the Saints pull me back and force me to come?
Unostentatious. Because Saints are not ordinary girls. Is it not apparent from each of his sketchbooks, how many abnormal animals or insects, strange enough and disturbing enough, are uncomfortable to see in them?
Suci is indeed a girl (little child) who likes all oddities, even to the point of looking at her full of big question marks on her head.
Here, I fill the role of an insect that is just as strange (though I don't know where the strange place is), so Suci tries to squeeze out everything about me to enjoy himself. I am an experimental animal, and Saints is a mad scientist who already does not understand the boundary between common sense and normal human reasoning minds in general. He will do anything, in any way, that is important to succeed to get the results he wants.
Getting off the car, I was still being forcefully pulled by Saints like a dog given a leash around his neck. Or maybe it's too naive? I was forcibly pulled by Saints like a handcuffed inmate, taken to the street by the warden to carry out the administration. Forcedly, violently, trying not to let me escape at will.
I was actually quite curious why this time he was picked up by a private car. Hasn't he been coming home on city transport all this time? I thought I was filling up time.
Well, in the end it's none of my business either. He's rich and he's free to do whatever he wants. If today he wants to be picked up, just call the driver and they will surely come to serve him.
Practically walking through the main door and entering the living room, in fact I had been greeted by the bespectacled round girl who gasped violently upon seeing my presence. Even though Saints only cheered into the house without greeting without opening, my own presence was already a warning and announcement for all the residents of the house. The bespectacled girl who was eating this pastry had to stop chewing to gap, looking at me alertly and suspiciously, with fear and panic slowly beginning to envelop her body.
It was like seeing a terrible thug, like seeing a demon that had just come out of hell, like seeing a haunting ghost. The bespectacled girl stopped breathing, her hands and body began to tremble, like trying to protect themselves from transforming into a stone that could not be disturbed.
I just looked lazily, until I finally left the petrified successful girl because I had to go to the second floor.
Passing again the sports room, then some rooms with closed doors, until finally arrived in front of another closed door with a signboard that says ‘Suci’ in front of him. This girl who pulled me open the door quickly, went straight to her study desk on the right, trying to pry and find something.
It finally came off as well, I thought while looking at the flushed wrist. Although the actual grip is not too strong and hard, even the nails are cut perfectly so as not to stab and scratch the skin, it feels uncomfortable just me being carried around like a pet dog.
No. gabe. Prisoner, huh?
My head turned back to look up, seeing the Holy One who was still ruffled himself made his room fall apart by the papers. There was paper filled with frustrating doodles, some filled with unfinished animal drawings, and other images such as scenery. These images are produced by pencil and graphite, some use pen of various colors.
“Well, here it is!” holy Exclamation was like getting a treasure buried for hundreds of years. “Where?” tanya Suci shows the A3 paper which this time has been filled with complete images. There, a stunning unicorn horse is seen on a leafy green cliff full of plants and flowers. Actually, it's a fancy picture, it's a picture that shows majesty. Unfortunately, I don't care anymore.
“What?” I'm still holding my wrist.
“Pictures. How is!? Opinion Rajib?”
“Iya, good. Nice, nice.”
“B-good?”
“Good. Perfect. Great saint. Sacred talented,” praise me in a flat tone.
“...” replied Suci silently as he lowered his hand, no longer showing the image of the unicorn horse. I actually didn't pay much attention to it. But, I think Saints are like being disappointed, like no longer enthusiastic and passionate. “Gak! Can't! Rajib can't! Gaaak!” holy shouted while grabbing her hair.
“You just want to show me that? I came home, yes,” I cried without question marks. I'm not asking for permission, I'm not asking for Holy approval either. I immediately turned around, leaving behind the Saints who were still experiencing an existential crisis.
Unfortunately, my return cannot happen smoothly (though I expected it too). My hands were held by the Saints, as if to hold me back from going home, not to let me go anywhere even though not a word came out of his mouth.
“My image? How?” holy asked once again after being silent for some time.
“Good. I told you good, right?”
“Gaaaak! Not that! Special ragib! Ragib is not people. I can't learn and I'm stupid, anyway. But Rajib knows the picture! Love the opinion of the Holy image for the race! It has to be perfect, it has to be cool, and it has to be amazing! Help Sacred!”
“...!? Who said I was stupid? You are the one who cannot teach! The proof is taught by Nila smoothly, right? What is, you are reckless and selfish! I told you I do not understand, but still need to teach the same thing,” reply I snapped to answer Holy.
“Gag? Ragib cannot. Nila's smart, I'm smart. You're happy, right?”
“Where is it!? You took a walk yesterday by yourself. Travel alone, do not want others, even you do not sensitize if Nila does not like, right? Think of others too, dong! The brain is not just for yourself! For others too!”
“Nila? Nila why? Because of you, right?”
“Senaknya. Keep your talk! Nila was from the beginning forced to come along, you know!”
“But we're munching?”
“They are not Temen Rajib. They're evil!”
“Tau where are you from!? You know that too, right!? Don't talk about it! We've been together for a long time, we've been playing together for a long time! You are a new person, but it disturbs people's lives! You should know yourself!”
“But Rajib can't play? Sacred seeing is always ridiculed. Why maksa? Stayin' it! They're not friends. They're evil! They are demons!”
“Indeed if ridiculed why!? His name is also temenan!? It's ordinary! They were my friends, and I met them! You are just a nobody. YOU ARE NOT MY TEMEN!”
“No... NO, NO!! TEMENY!!!! THE SACRED TEMEN YEAST. HOLY TEMEN YEGIB. HOLY NEED YEAST, HOLY LOVE YEAST!!!” the Holy Shout did not want to lose and relented. Angrily, with a slight tone of despair, with Saints who started to look down because it had flowed a single tear.
After that, silence appeared.
Pretty awkward, pretty weird too.
Wonderful, confused, feeling strange, but also angry and emotion into one. I need to process it, I need to catch my breath.
“Need? Need said!? Need for what!? To be a place of impingement!? To be a pet dog!? Bullshits! Win what? You just need someone who can help you doang! You are selfish! Always about ‘aku’, ‘aku’, and ‘aku’ aja. I thought, you're just a pendiem girl who doesn't want to be bullied. In fact? You are a natural person to have no friends at all! You are toxic!
You always want everything as you wish. You are rich? You have everything? I don't give a shit! I don't want to be your friend! If you want to know, I'm not at all comfortable with you! I'm tormented every time I see you! I bet Nila deketin you just for the money! I don't like you! I hate you! I hope we never meet! I wish I never knew you!” I snapped in wrath right in front of the Holy Face.
…
Silent room. No words were spoken, no sounds were heard, nothing else happened after the scream I was satisfied with. Like a volcano, I ended up spewing out all my magma and fury that had accumulated millions of years in my body and mind. I took out my unkempt, I took out everything I could get out
No matter if Saints start crying as they please.
It doesn't matter if Nila is ready to throw me with anything else.
It does not matter if Mama Suci is disappointed and asks for compensation.
Releasing the grip of the already weakened Holy hand, this time I actually turned back to get out of the Sacred room, leaving Nila and Holy Mama who turned out to be in the living room staring at each other in confusion, leaving Nila and Mama Suci who turned out to be in the living room, straight out of the Sacred residence. Ignoring Mr. Ahmad who was wiping the SUV car, out of the road that does not have this sidewalk, went home to my own home.
I thought, just this time I feel very satisfied to go home.
Go home to the mannequins. Go home and hold them again.
At least, now I can really go back to being normal, right? Going back to the days that have not changed since three years ago? No. gabe. Maybe two years ago. First year High School is not so much fun. This time, everything was completely back to normal. Back as before.
…
I hope.
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Not strong with all the treatment of Saints, finally Rajib exploded as well?!
Holy Angry Sampe is not tuh!
WKWKWKWKW
Welcome back, guys!
If you become a ragib, will you really be angry, right?
Or, how do you respond to a guy who is angry with a girl, yakan?
Moreover, until it is clear that Suci is toxic
Agate …
Btw …
See you next time;)
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