Second Full

One Death

Wini heard a policeman whispering to another policeman.

"P**this bur killed himself, the eyewitness who lived next to his apartment saw him firsthand," the police whispered as he pointed at Bram.

"That's it?"

"Well, besides, why bother investigating it, just p***cur, there are witnesses, so we can easily make a report and the case is closed immediately."

people were crowding more and more, journalists were coming in more and more.The bodies were put into black plastic with rough.

Wini also saw Dandi and Bram and a policeman whispering in a place some distance away. Instantly Wini darted to Bram and Dandi. But the air is like an invisible snare holding it back or like fighting a rushing stream.

For some reason, Wini felt like he was sucked by an ambulance that began to drive carrying his body. Wini hovered around following the ambulance, like a large kite that was torn off balance.

***

Finally, a policeman handed over his necklace to Tina after completing an autopsy. Tina was accompanied by Dandi answering police questions. Tina whose eyes were puffy, Tina whose face was pale. People started to move away and leave. Even Dandi who seemed very excited about serving the police began to leave.

Stay Tina herself who is full of horror.

All Wini witnessed, all Wini heard, all Wini observed. Even the Tina he fondly caressed did not feel his presence. Wini really felt alone even though he was still on the same earth. It seems to be in a different dimension.

Wini also sees Julius coming in hasty at night, Julius who is different, Julius who has been successful. Even his appearance was much different, not as mismanaged as before. But Julius is still Julius, considerate and humble. Wini remembered very well, if he did go with Haris, he always left Tina in Julius. Cute Tina, the crybaby Tina is always safe with Julius.

Julius helps Tina finish the administration and delivers her body home. The bloon Tina finally did not get confused anymore.

***

In his house, Bram has the right to breathe a sigh of relief. Even if he has to lose a lot of money. A big house, a quiet house like a grave.

Day by day he lived with saturation that incarnated into torment. Since his wife stopped, he often played crazy with comfort women. But since Wini's death nearly dragged him to the green table, he has never touched a woman again. But this afternoon, it just so happened that he was bullied by a young woman who was obsessed with being an artist and just wanted to be flanked by him. His desire rose and the woman soon arrived.

Adhan isya then reverberated when the woman came to offer beauty. Just as the two of them were warming up, Angela came over and messed up her heart.

"Angel, you-" said Bram with a direct kagok interrupted by Angela, "Sorry to disturb, just want to take the things that are left behind," ketus Angela with a look turned away.

Not long after Angela tiptoed away, I don't know what she took from her room. Bram is eager to ambush Angela and embrace her with a million affections. But until Angela goes through the door, she does nothing. Their relationship has been strained since his wife left.

Bram was just pensive and his desire was burning for a moment.

"Om, why the hell, what's even diem?" asked the woman while fixing her hairdo on the pensive-looking Bram.

"Mending you immediately go," said Bram. Apparently, his passion was lost instantly due to Angela's arrival.

"How about tomorrow," replied Bram then bent lethargic. This time she was really caught by Angel.

But the woman was already desperate and threw all her clothes in front of Bram without hesitation. Bram gawked and gulped.

Indeed, the world of film is not only identical with the perpetrators who subscribe to the understanding of. But free association can happen behind the armpits of professionalism in the entertainment world. Like marrying for divorce, collecting kebo and so on.

Bram locked the door and served the woman.

***

Suddenly Angela opened her eyes and slowly got up. His body was so stiff and stood up straight. Angela grabbed her fruit knife lying on the table, francis, a stel of clothes and a wet tissue and put it in the bag. Angela's eyes bulged, her lips twisted and her hair unraveled she did not neaten. He seems to have a plan, and he grabs the key. Strange, when he had just vomited and sprawled. But now he stood up and stepped out of his apartment steadily.

The night was not yet late when Angela parked her sedan on vacant land a bit away from the housing complex. The housing complex where his home is located. Now his father is making love to the bad woman. Precisely in the guest room which can be directly accessed from the front door.

Angela turned off her sedan machine and stepped out carrying the bag, a knife, wet tissue and a fire-winder (french). He continued to walk through the path hidden between the trees and the thickets. The night beast that rattled fulfilled the silence. The path was still passable, it seemed like there was still someone who liked to pass through it. It was the way of the rat that used to be commonplace he and his friends went through if he came home or put a lover into the room. The line escaped from the cctv and complex security guards. The well-lit and circular path leads to a secret gate in the form of a collapsed concrete barrier behind the complex.

While crossing the concrete, Angela's arm was slightly scratched by a dry twig that swerved. But Angela was numb and felt nothing.

Angela continued to step inside her housing complex through a dark path cutting off the road and turning into a dark alley that went straight beside her house. The atmosphere was quiet, people were asleep or staying in their homes, taking care of their respective affairs. Only Angela herself stepped leisurely in dimness. No one noticed, no one cared, let alone knew what Angela was going to do. Arriving at the door he immediately picked up the knife, grasped it tightly and broke down the door.

BRAAKKK!!!

The door of the house opened instantly with a single push of a foot. Angela's leg thrust is so powerful, it makes no sense when compared to the teak door that is locked.

Bram and the woman****** that just finished wearing clothes so surprised not to play find Angela who came again with a knife and grunts full of revenge.

"Angela!!!"

BRAAAT!!!

Angela immediately slid her knife tore off the woman's arm that could not get away. Blood was splattered, the wound deep and long. The saber of the knife in Angela's grasp was so arbitrary and powerful. Bram who did not stay still and broke up was also hit by a knife in his chest. The knife kept Angela scythe-sabbed with a thump. Bram and the woman complained and stayed away. After the woman did not move anymore and lay covered in blood. Angela's cruel gaze turned to Bram. Bram who was inching in fear as one hand held back the blood that was spattered on the chest that had been torn.

"Angela! It's Angela's Dad!!" Angela was like a Budek and her eyes were glaring like blind not knowing her own real father. Angela again launched attacks and was firmer and louder this time. Blood spurt into his own face and clothes.

The clock on the wall shows ten o'clock in the evening.

***

The black smoke began to fade as the flames started burning the dried twigs and Angela's blood-filled clothes. Angela stood up wearing only her underwear in front of the bonfire. He picked up a wet tissue and wiped the remaining splashes of blood from his face, neck and hands. It was like a porcelain statue in the middle of a vast wasteland. Sheets of tissue that are now flushed also he burned.

The last time he threw the knife into a growing fire. Angela turned on the sedan machine and passed by casually.