Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 8: The Strange Woman

basically, humans are social creatures. They want to talk to other humans,

they need to be with other humans. All ways are done so that they can

having a relationship with another human being, one of which is to like,

having, or even being something similar. Human

preferring something that many people already love, humans want to be

one unit. Putting the same taste, everything needs to happen

the same thing.

Wh why? We all want to feel accepted.

With this concept, because man is a unity that

similarly, then there should be no defects in it. If there is a defect, no

disinclined we all rebuke the different defects, gossiping them, even

to get it out of the social community itself.

Generally, in a community there is a type of alpha human as a leader, which usually has the largest voice heard by

someone else. His voice was absolute, his voice was never wrong, everything was supportive

the voice, all of them are even willing to do whatever the voice is

command.

Last year, maybe this year, or from the beginning, I was trapped

in this homogeneous group. The group requesting each member must change

appearance, habits, adapt to the qualifications that the group wants.

I, as a person who needs a relationship as a place to live, of course

forced to change themselves anyway.

Even so, I still do this voluntarily.

Instead of having asthma and dying suddenly? Helping people anyway

other things are not harmful. Later, they will do the favor as well, too,

don't you? I'm investing in the future.

Even though I haven't felt it yet, anyway.

Up to the point I've gotten used to helping and not taking

I'm still confused about the return I've been waiting for. What matters, as long as it is today

I have a shelter, I will do anything, anytime, anywhere.

Nomad…? Maybe that's the right word for me now?

The incident about this homogeneous group is not about me or anything

ilk. When speaking of Saints, he was one of the victims of evil

what I did as a homogeneous group. Seeing him still focused on

his own world made me feel a little guilty. No. gabe. Not a little

any more. I feel guilty for all the things I didn't do for her.

Anyway, how else? It's all just a job, not at all

personal affairs.

At that moment, the Saint was just being himself, as he was

I'm watching this moment. Busy with his own affairs and world, nothing

to be confused, no one cares either. It's just, this homogeneous community

fond of doing work on the basis of humanity, to uphold

the morality they believe in. They are trying to tell the truth,

seeking to advise anyone who has made a mistake (without

rarely use violence).

In fact, I myself do not know what the limits of truth and error are

that is, other than something no thicker than a strand of hair, which

this alpha human created it himself. Vulnerable, very fragile, can be torn apart

and broken easily. However, because this is the order and decision of the

alpha man, no one commented at all, because

a faith that blinds the eyes of its followers.

Coupled with the ability of the alpha human named Gen in

talking charismatic, also get an injection of considerable funds, and,

his head became big (not literally) to be completely free

do whatever he wants.

Despite stealing or killing, perhaps his followers would think

it is a necessary evil towards the good on a more scale

large. All are justified, all close their eyes to acknowledge the truth

a real.

Including myself, too, because genes really affect everything

people.

His tongue was shrewd in motivating his subordinates, it could also lick someone

the older one than him. Genes always confirm a person's suspicions

worry, throw stones at the same enemy, help and encourage

the dream of his followers, do the justification of mistakes, to eliminate the feeling

afraid of anything. This alpha human being becomes a home, as well as teak

new self to his followers.

Everything stupefied, melted it made. Not wanting to try to be

his enemy, some school students also choose to be in his grasp.

Ready to be a food courier for her, ready to give her school records,

cleaning up every sweat sweat, massaging his tired muscles, becoming

a chair for her, became her foothold.

I was curious. What good grades in school are

teacher giving? Or is he a smart kid?

Actually, after hearing his high-level speech,

I think the school exam was just bullshit for him. But, is that

is there anything that could happen after everything he did? I

a little doubt.

But after that, I stopped thinking.

One of Gen's haughty behaviors as an alpha human ever

he did, happened about a year ago, to the Saints, when the girl

still sitting in 11th grade (and I'm not yet a grade 11 abal-abal student).

At that time, we were on a routine patrol while spreading wisdom.

Then, in the back field, Suci was sitting crouching staring at the grass and

the surrounding plants were full of ants, not forgetting to touch the ants with

the pen, as I see it now.

The saint focused only on the ant, as if doing

important research on insects is on top of his sketchbook.

Feeling that what Saints do is ineffective and efficient, even Genes

leaning against the wire barrier that limits the corridor and the field, to begin with

the talks. He looked at Saints meekly, with folded hands

on the chest, while laughing a little to make the atmosphere more relaxed.

“Do not do that to ants. You just bother them.

Trust me, what you did was wrong. Look out for worker ants

it's a little wrong and off the mark. Have you ever thought about paying attention to the

just ant queens? These ants are nothing but laborers for their queen,

right?” gene Advice on the Sacred.

“...” unfortunately, Suci did not respond with anything, not even pelehan

her head.

Shocked at the unexpected response, the gene jerks at the behavior

Holier. Though, he believes he has given the best advice to girls with

this jet black ponytail hair. There is no evil intent, except from self

Sacred himself whose heart had already become stone and refused to obtain

veracity.

Some of his followers looked at each other, both

being in the corridor behind Gen, as well as those in the field are

play basketball. Some were furious at the Saints, some wanted to beat him up, some were

wanted punishing.

“For what to be an outstanding student, champion in the school rankings and

race, if being a social creature alone is not skilled? Don't blame me

if you end up being a maid. You will not be

at the social top, can't be a winner, can't even be

being nothing,” continued Gen with a slight annoyed tone at the corner of his lips.

However, once again the Saints did not budge to retaliate, even for mere

listened words.

The Sacred World did not falter, its world was still peaceful in his mind

by oneself.

Twice did not respond, the entire Gen disciples practically felt indignant by the

Holier. He was disrespectful, let alone with the fact that Saints were younger siblings of the class

which should be more respectful. A wise upperclassman should

revered is not done well by the Saints. The lesson must also

get started as early as possible before things get worse.

Slowly but surely, the basketball players on the court were like they were

expand the playing area, even to cross the dividing line on the field.

They do it intentionally, like trying to make it

a planned accident. And it turns out to be true. When they pass the ball

to and fro, herding it inappropriately except soaring, wrong

that one ball must be caught by a player who is ready to sacrifice

to fly down to fall on Saints with power that is not

main.

The problem is not just the fact that the player has just dropped

self befalls the Holy. I saw it clearly, that player at once

elbowing the Holy, doing anything to commit violence under the pretext of

a made-up accident. As a result, the Holy as a life mat must be

fall down, his legs and hands blister bloody, his uniform dirty no

karuan, everything has become a mess already.

Seeing the deadly accident before his eyes, Gen shouted

showing his shock, he immediately went inside the field after laughing

little was satisfied from behind his face. No one wants to deny, no one wants to deny

wanting to refuse, it was us, even I laughed a little, laughed

a lot, laughing to the point of not being able to help the gene act as if

saving the Saints from the planned accident.

It was a very difficult start in my mind.

Although Gen gallantly protected the Saints, his smile could not

lying. They all enjoyed it, they all did the skit.

The next day, the next days, the next weeks,

in the months to come, attacks were made on the Saints

finally done openly. Especially with the fact that it is sacred

as a deaf person, everyone wants to party, not want to

lagging behind in bullying the Saints. There was so much gossip and

the news of the birds that circulate, I don't really know if Sacred

wearing real deafness or just rarely talk.

The collisions I know, they're different forms. It starts with screaming

hard next to his ears as if to crush the eardrum,

take his sketchbook or pen and throw it somewhere, sometimes to

who hooked his feet to Saints to make him fall down, he said,

hide her bags and belongings, flush with mop water, mop water,

spray water from the hose at the time of picket, give spicy chili powder in

for his food, for his sports-hour accidents, and

a wide variety of other behaviors over the course of a full year are addressed as

learning efforts so that Saints can be self-aware.

Even though I didn't do the attack directly, still

I feel guilty for knowing that bullying is going to happen, but

keep deciding to just be quiet not to defend and do nothing.

How else would you like? I don't want to get out of this homogeneous group,

not wanting to be alone is the only person who prohibits bullying

Saints to then become the babbling of the Genes. I've been working hard

gain trust so that it can be accepted as part of the community,

can have friends who trust each other, can to feel

protection to take care of yourself, so as not to get a panic attack

or shortness of breath that recurs again.

EVEN THOUGH the entire attack had actually happened, the girl with the black hair was a ponytail

this doesn't seem too piqued. Holy last year, or Holy

now I see that I'm playing with a spider, a human being

similar ones, who were still busy with their own affairs and world. Is

those attacks are just a joke? Just threats?

Good then.

At least, at some time the teacher will definitely act to prevent, the,

don't you?

But, if all those attacks really happened, I don't

seeing the marks is like a bruise or a scar of some kind when my eyes are not

deliberately scanned his entire body. Even so, I must admit

holy Immunity which from the beginning already mentioned that his heart was already

become stone.

Conducting experiments, I crouched down to observe the Saints who were still

focus on spiders. As it turned out, it was indeed similar as last year, Sacred was still

no flinch, still no matter what or who was in

surrounding. “Be careful. What if the spider is disturbed and bites

you?” ask me slowly, with no intention to attack him, except pure taste

just worry.

But, Saints remain just as Saints as I know them, no matter what,

not listening to anything unattractive in his ears.

Once again, instinctively, I paid attention again to body and stature

the Holy One has, as if he were analyzing something carefully and meticulously.

The face is smooth, brown skin is bright without any abnormalities such as

bruises or even marks of hardness, taper and small ears, there is feces

the fly that hid behind his left ear, the big shining eyes that

now focus on the spider and its sketchbook, as well as the pliable lashes

very beautiful, her lips thin, until straight hair tied a ponytail with

bangs over the eyes.

After that, my eyes dropped a little down, to look at my hands and feet

the slim and slim, not so noticeable chest stands out (though

I'm a little sorry why I noticed this), wearing a school uniform

white gray with a stamped skirt, to similar warrior shoes such as

pupils are mostly, but look as pure white as every week cleaned

routinely.

Sacred activities do?

Keep staring at the spider, touching its leaves and web with a pen,

then draw it in a sketchbook and write a writing I don't know

what the content is, it seems to be about his spider-related observations. Waitaminute!

As I stared further at the activity he was doing, there was

the peculiarity shown by the results of the images that the Saints did

Did Sacred deliberately draw this spider wrongly?

“I think these spider legs lead to a slight shape

mistakenly? The joints are at these points, right? Or maybe you're trying

drawing something? This spider has a tail?” I said unconsciously

commenting on the drawings that are on the sketch paper belonging to the Saints.

Hearing that, Sacred immediately turned her head quickly, looking at me with

it was like being shocked to realize the presence of a ghost beside him. Practical, though,

I gasped at the Sacred Movement, even I was shocked myself

made.

Did I say the wrong thing or mention it?

Does Saints remember that I'm one of the Genes who bothers him?

Before I could make a clear apology, Sacred expression

it made me squeak first, even though it was a happy expression with a smile

wide above his face. I have a bad feeling seeing a big smile

these. Like a big smile of mannequins in a dream?

“Any is indeed a tailed spider. Sacred confused. But it's like this. Noth

wrong, not intentionally. Here,” squealing Sacred cry catfish grabbed my hand,

interestingly, he moved a little, and looked at the spider from the side

different ones.

And it turns out to be true. It looks like a tail made of

one of his legs, which appeared unnaturally on the body of this spider. What

that happen? Are these spiders born with defects? Or this is

injuries after a fight?

His position is strange.

I looked at him, getting closer.

“Iya... weird, huh? You like drawing these spiders?” ask more

further, curious about what the Saints had actually been doing all this time.

“Holy pictures of many animals and insects!” call enthusiastic.

Suci also began to flip paper by paper from his sketchbook,

until finally the Saints show a dragonfly that has two tails

next to his wings broken, there are also beetles whose bodies are dented like bodies

the car that got hit, the ant with four bodies and seven legs, there's

crickets with three hind legs, five-legged goats drinking milk

from his mother, a large and long-nosed rabbit, a two-headed snake, a pig

scaly like a ruthless looking hedgehog ready to pounce, wolf with

antlers like that deer, crows are red, and there are many more

other animal peculiarities, or rather I call animal mutations?

In every leaf that the Saints showed with a happy face, I

can only withstand disgust, as well as a little admiration as well. Whole

this strange sighting I have never seen in the real world. Is this

all the injuries from animals that have been fighting? Defects brought from birth?

Or is there really a fantasy that the Holy put in the picture?

“You drew it all?” I asked while keeping my mouth shut trying not to

vomiting removes stomach contents. The thing is, the Sacred image is not just lines

sketching form. That's a realistic picture, with real colors.

It is no longer a picture, but rather a photo that is affixed to the paper.

“Hehe-hehe, hehehe. Aye! You like?”

“Not really..”

“Hehe-hehe, hehehe. It's strange! Weird, right? Hehe,” chuckle Holy heartbroken,

like finally managed to carry out his mission perfectly to judge

people. “You see more?” continue Sacred.

“...?” I looked surprised, also out of curiosity.

What does it mean to see more?

“Come home!” invite the Saints with an excited voice. He's direct

close the book, get up, but suddenly his foot slips and

his body fell right in front of me. Actually, not a serious thing, no

a dangerous thing. I can catch it easily.

“Buset lo sloppy terribly, dah! Fortunately I can hold,” my protest

while capturing Saints with my normal voice, destroying the character that I was

wake up from the beginning in front of Saints as a good student.

“Ehe, hehe? Hehe-hehe, hehehe. It's been. Let's go home!” chaste

next, continued to stand normally, even directly pulling my hand. But, uh,

just two steps he was about to run, his legs were tucked again. Lucky, lucky,

he did not fall because he managed to maintain his body balance. Without pause,

without another laugh, I was instantly pulled again violently going towards the front post.

Home where? Are we going to the Holy House?

I'm rattled. What this girl thinks brings a man who doesn't

known to him to go to his house? But are we really going to go

go back to his house?

Actually, I don't get dizzy. My friends are busy leaving me,

I had no choice but to spend some time either. Than to go home

home, this might be the best option.

Wait for…

What if it's actually a Sacred person who's evil and plans on doing

something weird about me?

I don't know. I don't feel that. I don't feel Holy is

stranger, I should feel panic when I see the driver of the motorcycle

online this morning. No worry, no panic. Just taste

confused, also a little curious. Our respective affairs are not

so important. Fate and fate do not cross each other, do not need each other

to each other.

We're just strangers, we're just schoolmates.

Even I doubt the Saints consider me a friend.

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No rain, no wind, the strange Saint suddenly said to Rajib?

People thought he was weird …

Welcome again, guys!

Are there not the same rich Saints? Who prefers his own world?

Don't care about the people, the important thing is to focus on us?

Sometimes people are tired

Sometimes being alone is better

Wkwkkwkwk I'm introverted

Btw …

See you next time;)

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