The Aegis of Us

Unravels

Everyone. It's too late.

What is hidden behind that static?

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Masanton always looked cold and never thought about the feelings of others. No matter how he feels, his face never changes. Freakmans. However, as weird as Masanton. He is like a holy man. To Klevin who knew him from childhood: he had never seen Masanton do anything bad. As a servant Masanton has a philosophy of always being on the side of his master.

As humans, we have emotions. Desire. The feared. Averted. But Masanton doesn't seem to have it all. He did and solved everything. He never refused or complained. To him: the Lord's command is absolute.

The word is not normal or strange as if to be his middle name. A Masanton. His name is just that. Because he never said his full name. Whether you forget, there is nothing, or you don't want to. He simply replied that he was Masanton.

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The boy has not come home. It's four in the afternoon. I don't know what he's doing. Maybe Klevin can ask. In front of Mario and Klevin, he has no privacy.

"Auntie!" his yell. "You Masanton have gone home and told me to go to my room!!!" his orders.

That is his habit. Just yelling if you want something.

"Yes, Den!" answer one of the servants.

Fifteen minutes later, Klevin's door opened. The head of Masanton poked out from behind the door.

"Why?" asked the young man whose hairstyle resembled Andika Babang Tamvan.

Klevin's hand paddled, calling. Masanton came in and sat down on the floor as Klevin had commanded. Klevin was on the bed like a king and he was his slave.

"Where is abis?" ask Klevin.

Masanton answered differently than Klevin had witnessed. He also denounced Klevin who was caught following him. Tonjokan the lightning god Klevin landed on Masanton's face.

"When you decide to hide something. I've considered it. I don't want to happen to you or Mr. Mario until I know who I really am." He bent the body. "Gue's sorry. As proof of my apology. You can hit me as you like."

Nine years to know each other. Klevin's feelings were not emotions between employer-servant. Except as a friend. Masanton with his strange demeanor had made Klevin feel at ease. He needs Masanton as a friend.

Unfortunately, Masanton doesn't need anyone.

If Masanton were a woman. His feelings will be normal.

Haha, kidding.

Masanton returned to his room. A room of 2 x 3 meters neatly arranged. Door locked. From the closet he brought out a shiny object. From behind his clothes he revealed a secret. JLB! Put that knife. Pulling from wrist to elbow. Blood is flowing. Set a clean white floor. Witnessed his own actions with sparkling eyes. The beautiful blood. On the side of the wounds he had just made were lined with other injuries. He was happy to see blood coming out of the wounds he had made. It feels peaceful and warm.

Bruock! He fell unconscious. I don't know how much blood he let out of his body. Grip pain. However, he was happy. He hates himself. It doesn't matter if it's broken. He was sad to hurt Klevin. So he deserves punishment. Without any mistakes, he was happily hurt. Because he realized: he was a mistake that should not be on the face of the earth.

Klevin's feeling in his room was suddenly not good. Repeatedly the flat face of Masanton came to mind. She had her comfortable blanket. The chest is beating ungodly.

Drap drap drap!!! Bruaak!

Klevin's door hinges were broken using axes. A pool of blood on the floor greeted his eyes. Torn the helpless body. His heart rate is weak. The breath was almost imperceptible.

Masantons!

(Picture source: Avogado6)

Is it too late?

What will happen to Masanton?

Uh, no. What really happened to Masanton?

Can Klevin find him?

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