The 7th Eye

CHAPTER 5 BAGAS

The night Nasha was late and unconscious because the alcohol she was drinking made me realize something. He was so drunk and hallucinating that Nasya thought of me as food.

Nasya nibbled on my sispack stomach which he thought was torn bread and bit my upper body to the wound and bleed. I have absolutely no problem with the wounds he made all over my body because it must have gone straight back to how it was.

But that night after Nasya made many wounds on my body, I found out one truth that I only knew after a long time. I glazed over the glass of my bathroom avoiding Nasya who was increasingly brutalizing my body. I hold my ****** that the blood is draining slowly

"aw.. Why the wound does not close immediately, it will usually close as if nothing happened" I murmured slowly

I took off the rest of the clothes on my body and then I flushed my body with a warm shower, the water that passed through every inch of my front body leaving a tremendous pain. I held my eel while smiling a little longer and wider

"ha haha hahah AAAAHHHH SHIT"

Seeing my wounds that never improved made me realize something bitter

(WHAT ONLY NASHA CAN KILL ME)

My mind is angry, if the gods should turn Nasya into a murderer as well as me.

For almost an hour I stood under the shower so that my mind would return to normal, I changed the hot water I used to be the coldest. The pain still rained down on my body but I don't care anymore.

I finished my bath and went back to the room to sleep and put on my clothes back, on the bed looks Nasya who has fallen asleep like nothing happened. I painted a smile on my lips and lying next to him, I stroked his hair slowly and dipped his red cheeks.

"your darling, keep the limits dear I am also still a man in general" I told Nasya who was sound asleep.

I couldn't sleep that night because of the wound on my body that was continuously grabbed by Nasya and rubbed by my clothes and I chose to sleep on the sofa that night.

"aah pain, I have not felt pain in my body for a long time" I said while complaining of pain

I fell asleep that night on the front couch. My body feels hot cold because of the effects of the wound that Nasya gave that night.

That morning I woke up because Nasya touched one of my most painful wounds that was in ******. I woke up and complained of pain that morning, Nasya who looked confused because he felt not hit too hard, in reflex stroked the sick part and made him sicker.

"aw aw baby don't hold it"

Nasya undressed me and his face was shocked to see my body full of cuts and bruises, especially my chest. He ran to get the P3k box and he tricked me again and applied the ointment. He asked me why I was like this when I was okay before.

"Bagas you finished doing kok until rich gini, who makes you rich gini hah" he asked while frowning which makes her more beautiful

"sad you really forgot last night" I replied with a smile

Nasya told me that he did nothing last night, I just smiled and told him to treat me while remembering the last night while looking at my wounds. Nasya treated the wounds after wounds on my body and as she treated my chest she frowned again and lowered her face.

"whegure jagi em (why dear em)"

Nasya shook his head while covering his face, at first he apologized softly with his face that he still covered. Looking at her red ears, I tried to open the hand that covered her face but she shook her head slowly, I hugged her head with a smile.

"have remembered dear" I said as I rubbed his head

"sorry Bagas must be very sick" he moved my hand and continued to treat my wounds with his guilty smile face.

"wrong I love taro amer haphazardly it's okay"

"you must have been in trouble last night"

I confided to him that last night I was so upset laughing while trying to treat him, he just bowed misbehavior while continuing to treat my wounds so hard that I complained of pain.

That day Naaya would go back to her boarding house and leave me in this big apartment alone again, I offered him to stay with me but he refused because his father would be very angry if he knew his favorite son lived with a man.

She prepared all her clothes and left one of her pajamas in my closet.

"sad this is not brought" I asked as she showed her neat pajamas hanging between my clothes

"that's making preparations for the night here, baby, let's go"

"yeah dong honey, you want to taro all your clothes here is also okay"

Nasya clucked with a smile and continued to tidy up his things, I helped him cover his clothes and Nasya who arranged them in his bag. After a while some of the things Nasya did were done, he slept on my lap and looked at me, no matter what gaze he gave but I saw his eyes glazed a little.

"don't look at my eyes long ago dear, I'm afraid you're hurt again" I said as I looked at her slightly smiling face looking at me

"aniyeo, gwenchana (no, it's okay)"

"why do you always say it's okay baby"

"i don't know, I feel like I have to trust you to the end, I don't know what I want to know and somehow I'm pretty sure our relationship is more than this, so I want to trust you, I want to trust you, whether it's a bad ending or a good ending don't worry, I trust you"

"gidaryeo jagiya, dangsineul dachigehaji anhgo dangsinege fashionun geoseul malhal bangbeul chajeul geosibnida, gidaryeo okay (wait baby, I'll find a way to tell you everything without hurting you, wait for ya)"

"nado neo manhi saraphae (i love you too)" I replied as I kissed her palm holding my cheek

I really want to tell you everything, what happened to us with my own face. But if I told her with my mouth, her memories would never come back, she would just remember my story that day and forget it the next day as if I had never told her anything, god said to find the answer himself without telling me the slightest clue. (He must see it for himself, with his own two eyes).

I forgot the thought of the past and did not want this day to be missed with this melo atmosphere.

"jagi, cha masillae? (dear, would you like some tea?)"

"eum eoseo (emmm come on)"

"balkonieseo gidaryeo, naega daesinhaejulge (wait on the balcony, I will make it for you)

"naega dowa julge (let me help you)

"No no namanui teugbyeolhan charaeul mandeureo julge (no no, I'll make my special tea)"

"cheek... Ye ury jagi (cheer, alright baby)"

"na gidaryeo okay (wait for me okay)"

I made the tea I bought from a famous tea maker in Japan, I poured hot water into a cup filled with tea leaves and stirred it

(what god you are not going to give me is no clue at all about restoring Gyuri's memory, why would a god give me the curse that even a sick Gyuri would have to endure) my inner self with a slightly dreamy face, the tea I was stirring in the glass was a little frothy because I stirred too long because my mind kept fussing about my life problems.

I brought my tea hang to the balcony, Nasya was waiting there and greeted me with a smile the next time I appeared at the balcony door carrying tea.

"kkeutnasseo (already)"

"jeulgida (good to enjoy)

"cha hyangi neomu johda (the tea is very fragrant)

"johahani? (do you like)" Nasha was drinking the tea I made with my heart because it was still hot

"eum masisseo joha (great emm I like)

"gamsahabnida (thank God)

We chatted a lot before Nasya came back that afternoon about a lot of things, things about him, about his world, and about me. That afternoon I asked Nasya's Korean name and I was very happy that afternoon, the name given by Nasya's parents was Gyuri, my woman Kim Gyuri.

That afternoon when we were busy exchanging stories, he asked my Korean name after he pretended to be surprised that I was also Korean

"let's go, tell me what your Korean name is" Nasya asked exaitedly and with twinkling eyes looked at me

"Yul, Kim Yul"

"waah kiyowo (cute), maybe I'll be hooked to call your korean name, yul yul yul yul hahah"

"maybe I will also often call you yuri yuri"

"hey how do you know that my call is Yuri"

"i'm just guessing, is that true"

"really dear, whoa so great you"

We even planned a vacation after the exchange study that we would soon do in about 1 month, Nasya invited me to walk the road to his grandmother's orange garden in Korea and more. We joke a lot and tell stories until it doesn't feel like the clock has shown 15:30, it's time for Nasha to come home. Nasya picked up his bag because the taxi I ordered was in front of my apartment building.

"yes I'm alone again baby" I said sadly because my house was deserted again

"honey patience, usually also alone" said Nasya while patting my back slowly

"but there's you"

"yes, I'll play here a lot"

"must, it's obligatory anyway"

"yes, I'm home"

"heart dear, remember the diligent eating, do not stay up late mulu mulu" I told Nasha like a mother mother mother whose children want to go wander

"yes baby and you, do not be sad continue, I also go along sad lo okay"

I just nodded saying that Nasya said, I hugged her long before she got into the taxi. I told the taxi driver who drove Nasya to slow down and be careful. I saw the taxi Nasya was riding in getting farther and farther away and was not seen anymore and I went back to my spacious and cold apartment room alone.