The CURSE: Deadly Games
● TEN ●
"Surprise!!!" shock Baylor without regard to the comfort of his neighbors because the day is so night.
"Wowwm! I really didn't think you'd rent an apartment for me, Lor. And the decor was also excellent," cried Eleanor as soon as her eyes saw the decoration of the apartment.
Baylor just stared at Eleanor. That was enough to make him happy.
"Wow!! My living room decor is great, Lor. White, pink, and a little gold" praised Eleanor as she gently patted the man next to her and went further into the room full of decorations.
"This is my room?" asked Eleanor girang.
Baylor just nodded his head as a 'yes' sign'.
"Wow!! Thanks a lot, Lor. You were so kind to me" said Eleanor, hugging Baylor and letting go of her arms a few seconds later.
The 4.5x5m room was full of soft pink. A kind of wavy hanging aesthetic strap, which is clamped with polaroid photographs. Flickering lights adorned her dresser. Complete ABG room today.
"Jude, go back there. Thanks, Lor. Byee," said Eleanor, banishing Baylor from her new apartment.
"Yes, remember my apartment next door!" he cried out to the lifeless door that Eleanor had closed.
Eleanor smiled happily at the treatment her best friend had for her. The friend he left behind was still very understanding and loving. He was so grateful to have a friend like Baylor.
He then walked around his new apartment, making it easier when he wanted to take things because his belongings were not arranged by him, he himself did not even know who arranged them.
When he walked back to the room, he walked slowly and arrived in front of his dressing table decorated by flickering golden lights. Some of her make-up and perfume were neatly arranged on the table and some were kept in the table drawer because when arranged on the table there would be no place left for Eleanor to preen and put some the item.
That night was quite a tiring and pleasant night that Eleanor could not refute. Eleanor quickly fell asleep in the softness of her new mattress, momentarily forgetting all her suffering during this time.
***
5 Hours ago....
"Hello, it's room decoration, huh?"
"Hello, yes. Who's this with, huh?"
"This is Baylor. Here I want to order his services, no, Min."
"Can, Mas. Where is the place? For a girl or a boy's room, huh?"
"Apartment ###. Street ####### No. 503. For the girl room, Min."
"Ready! Soon, Mas."
"Let's take the keys to the receptionist, Min. In the name of Baylor."
***
"You go first, Lor," Eleanor said as she arrived in front of the office.
"Loh, not ahh, both. Why try to separate."
"It's not good, tar thought we were doing anything else. Ahh, pegasi!"
"Nor, Baylor?" tell someone from behind.
"Eh Favid, right bro. Yok!"
Baylor's hand he immediately rolled into the neck of Favid and took Eleanor together.
"You two were together?" said Favid with an unpleasant face.
"No donk, Vid. Ngaco ah," replied Eleanor hurriedly.
After that, they got to their respective workplaces.
Eleanor's hand was used to the board inscribed with the alphabet and the number was typing fast, without a single mistake. His eyes focused on a row of parallel letters thanks to Microsoft, until his focus was blown by a puzzle.
His hands disappeared again. The memory that he thought the delusion was happening again right in front of him, this kind of broad daylight. He could not hold the keyboard in front of him. He began to panic, but once again, he could not bring out the cruelty of the world to him in the presence of normal humans.
Fortunately the indirect white-and-white office design showed the entire body of its employees saving him. The tables of the servants were separated by a half bulkhead that was at least able to hide his hands.
His hand was lost transparent, but always twinkling, like a star at night confined within the chamber of his hand.
He closed his right hand with his left hand following the approximate shape of his hand.
Then he glanced at whether anyone was caught looking at him with only the pupils circling his round eyeballs, while the entire body was stiff as if a large chunk of rock.
After a split minute he searched, his eyes again stared at the mystery of the star in his hand.
HUH UH?!
There are no stars? His hands are normal, like humans in general. Whatisthis? Did delusions really infiltrate his brain?
Both hands that have recovered intact pressing a smart application, google. He typed words that might be considered crazy by others.
'Hand disappeared'
Her search results did not cure Eleanor's anxiety.
'Hand amputated'
'Hand lost in accident'
'The meaning of hands lost in dreams'
'A woman's hand is missing for sharks'
'Lost hand elution'
Miris. Only two possibilities out of a thousand occurrences. Dreams or delusions, a kind of mental illness.
He pinched his hand. His mouth said the word 'Aww' without making a sound. A sign that he is not dreaming right now. Only one left, delusional.
He began to curl the ends of his hair. Is he really sick? What's more mental illness?
***
The clock went even faster as Eleanor focused on finding a solution. Looks like even the time in the world has been able to run now, or maybe teleportation?
"Ele, you go home! It's half-five, nih" Baylor whispered as he showed a circular clock in his hand.
Eleanor just nodded her head with a gaze that was still completely confused, but panicked because in half an hour she would suffer again. He immediately tidied up his table which had been neat since noon. He couldn't mess up his desk with his crazy mind today.
"Bay, you've had a discussion, haven't you? eleanor asked as she waited for the elevator.
"Delusions? It doesn't feel like. Napa emang? You're having a duel?"
"No, not me. My friend chatted that he was having a discussion. He said recently that he had seen his hand go missing" he replied with Baylor's head.
"Huh, really? Danger, huh. Tell him to hurry up and find a psychiatrist, Ele."
Eleanor was just quiet, trying to control her mind being hit by all the cells in her brain.
***
Arriving at the apartment....
"Ele, what if we're BBQ today? While ... wine!" yelled Baylor while scratching his unitchy chin.
"Yes," he said softly. His gaze was empty somewhere.
"You sick, Ele?" ask Baylor worriedly. He began to approach and put the back of his hand against Eleanor's forehead.
"No, just a little tired, a little bit." His hands he showed with a description of a small shape to him. "I went to my apartment first, Lor. I'll see you at 6."
"Good rest, Ele, yes" he cried a little when the door of his apartment was almost closed.
The woman who had turned into a monster sat in a corner of her room. That huge body remained unable to withstand the deep fear that was able to break his heart right now. The clear crystal water faded from his eyes, but could not be seen due to the hair covering the entire ins and outs of his face. The water was just like an ant in a crowd of elephants.
***
Eleanor and Baylor agree on an impromptu BBQ today. They go to the nearest minimarket, shopping both meet their needs.
Still as happy as this day would pass, he could not put a happy-faced mask on his face. He kept moody, his gaze sad.
Despite Baylor being stared at, it was his disappearing hand that kept spinning in his brain like a cinema theatre in his eyes.
"Ele, still cape, huh? Want to please first? Are we going to rest today?" baylor asked attentively staring at Eleanor's agitated bead.
"It's okay, Lor. All of you let go of fatigue too, but you are the masakin, yes," lie did not dare to refuse it.
"Relatedly? Yaudah, rest first, yeah."
Arriving at the apartment....
Eleanor, who was tired, no longer sat quietly. He was in the kitchen cooking with Baylor. In an instant all tired, tired, tired, he no longer thinks.
The white of the flour was seen flying in the air. All the rooms were filled with flour, like a white sandy beach. The flour was too greedy, even the faces of Eleanor and Baylor wanted him to leave.
***
On balcony....
"Wahh .. It's really a pretty crazy sight. No lie, dahh. I think I want to fly. Thank you, Lor, for inviting me to move into the apartment next to you" said Eleanor.
"Hahaha, you're welcome, Ele. Do you want some wine?" baylor said as his hands clasped elegantly the cup with a body full of red wine.
Ting....
The sound of the two cup hemispheres having met after such a long time.
Pyangg....
The sound of the two glasses meeting was turned into the sound of the glass meeting the floor.
"ELE? YOUR HAND??!!" yell Baylor, panic.
