The Monster In Me

Sloppy Consumer

When his turn came, Fikram set foot through the small gate of the Roller Coaster rail barrier where visitors waited for their turn. He leisurely walked despite the guards staring at him strangely. Sure oes. Which Playground Visitor wears a black suit like himself? Especially at this time his face is almost invisible with all the accessories he wears.

“Sorry, Sir. Can I open the hat, glasses and mask for a moment?” ask one of the employees there who was wearing a collared shirt with the mascot of the Cakrabuana Playground.

Although lazy, Fikram obeyed the orders of the employee. After all, he did not have to try hard to cover up his identity. ‘The big’ people who support him from behind won't let him get caught just like that. And the place he chose as the location of the transaction this time would not invite the suspicion of others at all.

From the beginning, Fikram looked all closed just because he wanted to. He always imagined what it would be like if he became a secret spy who had a mysterious impression and a secret identity as well. Therefore today she dresses up to resemble the spy appearance she knows from the big screen movies.

“That's enough, sir. You can put the mask back on, but not with a hat and glasses. Because it is feared that the object will fly in the wind later.” The employee returned all the items to Fikram who only nodded before boarding one of the empty seats on the Roller Coaster.

“Third line from the front.” In a hurry Fikram sent a message using his mobile phone. He put the phone back in his pocket just before the Roller Coaster drove.

The high-speed ride is nothing to Fikram who has ridden various extreme rides many times. No matter how frightening the path passed, Fikram remained calm and enjoyed the ride. Looking at the Playground apparition he can see as the train goes up. The ride itself is at a slightly higher altitude than the others, so Fikram is now at a considerable height for him to see many other rides and visitors.

“Difficult to imagine, from the thousands of people who are here ...,” Fikram murmured in heart. “More than half are users. It is indeed a very smart manager. In a place like this, users will not look suspicious, because almost everyone often craze while having fun in the Playground.”

As the Roller Coaster passed the descending path at high speed and turned 360 degrees, Fikram simply enjoyed it while humming slowly. His faint smile was covered in a pitch-black mask that he kept correcting.

Fikram left the ride after the fast train had stopped. At first glance glancing towards the chair where he was, saw a man seemed to casually pick up the thing he left there. Fikram clenched his hand into the air. “One more transaction is in order.”

Fikram walked to another ride not too far from the Roller Coaster. He intended to ride it only as a free time before he had to go back up the Roller Coaster to leave his merchandise back for other customers to take.

All buyers of Fikram always send payment in advance, through an intermediary that has been locked mouth using money. So that Fikram does not have to bother thinking about how to receive payments from his buyers.

“If it is not illegal, I want to do this profession for the rest of my life,” he said in between his mouth yawned. He is now in a vehicle that looks like it is devoted to children. Because even though the size is quite large, the vehicle takes him flying high with a vehicle in the form of a small plane. With a combination of white and blue, the plane looks exactly like an airplane drawn by a 5-year-old boy. Even so, Fikram continued to resist his boredom and rode the rides repeatedly.

After feeling enough, he finally stopped and returned in line in front of the Roller Coaster ride. Every now and then he checked the clock that was coiled in his hand, making sure that he was not late. Then he repeated all the steps he had done before.

Fikram snorted and accelerated his pace. His job is to deliver the goods to the place he promised. The rest, he no longer wants to deal. Whether the buyer managed to use the item or not was not Fikram's business. Especially if the buyer himself is acting carelessly.

Meanwhile, the amateur buyer is now desperate to take back the goods he bought and escape from the pursuit of the officer. Deftly he jumped over the guardrail and hit the visitors who had lined up. Not many knew what was going on, but many women and children screamed from being nudged or trampled by others who the young man pushed.

“Sial! Damnit damnit! Where should I go?”

Now the ones chasing him are not just one to two people. Several security officers were called in to arrest him. Of course all the officers still tried not to cause a commotion. They split so as not to look flashy.

The condition of the playground is full makes the officers lose track of the young man.

“I'll take this! Here's money! Take change!” said the young man. He hurriedly handed over some money and took out a black hat which he immediately put on.

He ran back and ran. Almost half of the entire Playground area. Behind his hat, his two eyes continued to look around cautiously. His whole body began to tremble in fear. What would happen if he was caught? What would her parents say? Will he spend the rest of his life trapped in prison? All the bad thoughts now filled his mind.

Right after he was no longer able to run, he came to a place that seemed to have enough visitors to hide his figure. Around it there are also many shrubs and plants that although looks dry but enough to cover his body squatting on the ground. The young man continued to curl up, making himself shrink so as not to be easily found.

However, illah. Perhaps his fate was indeed unlucky or he was not reliable enough to hide. As he poked his head slightly to check the situation, he looked at a security guard who then shouted and ran towards him. The young man finally got back up. Unintentionally releasing the handle of the object that triggered the problem now.

The black package fell to pieces. It was scattered, spreading a dazzling white color over the ground. The young man cursed in his heart. And try to take everything. However, there is no time. Finally he took some with both hands and let the rest.

He fled again, unaware that his hands were not tightly closed enough to hold the white powder he was carrying. Little by little, the powder escaped his grasp, decorating every road he walked.

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