The One Thousand Days

Chapters 15. Proprietor Raga

It had been a few minutes and I could only stare at the pale face that was still snoring softly in his sleep. It was like cheating on me with another man's face. To be honest, I felt a little strange because I did not know this young man at all and had no particular interest in him. Merely, I observed it not without reason or a little curious, I wanted to look for a slight resemblance between this young man and Geral. Unfortunately, there was not the slightest resemblance to the Geral I knew.

My eyes trace every inch of his face. However, it still feels like there is nothing in common other than he equally\-sama has two eyes, one nose, a line of eyebrows and eyelashes. It also seemed that it was impossible for them to have a sibling or blood relation. Why did Alice choose this man? Maybe she mentioned the other Alice, not Alice the fortune teller. It could be, the name Alice is also not the only\ in this world.

I had to find the answers to all the remaining puzzles\-puzzles because it seemed like there was something I knew behind all these events. Something big and maybe related to each other. Because in retrospect, it was a bit illogical when Alice, who did not know me before, suddenly offered to summon the spirit of my departed lover. Apart from the fact that I have absolutely no idea why I helped me, the unbilled payment is also a little disturbing. I don't know why I felt there was such a bad air in this payment count, it's just that I myself don't know what exactly.

In addition, another slightly disturbing fact was the reason Alice also chose this young man as the container for Geral's soul. I don't know if the young man agreed or not, but in retrospect everything was awkward. As if the business of summoning souls from the afterlife this trivial thing as light as taking water from the bathtub. The change in Geral's attitude that became violent and evil must also have something to do. Until the fact that he killed the dog for no reason is definitely not something that can be ignored.

I flinched when I heard a rustling sound. That voice also blew away all the hypotheses that were developing in my head. I looked directly at the direction the voice came from, it turned out that the young man was squirming. It seems like he'll be up soon. I rubbed his forehead, the heat still stung my palm even so he was no longer delirious. I patted his head so that he went back to sleep while looking at the figure that is still closed. Geral definitely can't get sick, she's just a spirit–it should be. However, the body he uses is an ordinary human body that can be sick as well. I don't know why this fact makes Geral a little more human. Although I didn't expect him to be a superheroa or suddenly so after coming back from the dead. Death is different from asceticism.

My mind drifted, back to the nightmare I had a few days ago. He asked me if I knew his name. Sometimes I think maybe in times like these call his name. I sighed softly, I did not know the name of this young man. I just call him Geral and Geral. However, it would be very strange if I called it by its real name while the one in the body was the soul of another person.

“I'm sorry I don't know your name,” I said slowly as I rubbed his black hair soaked in sweat. After that I lifted the wet towel that was on his forehead. The towel was no longer cold so I dipped it again in a basin of water and put it back on his forehead.

I opened my eyes, the night had not changed. My fingers touched my stiff neck. I don't know how long I slept. My back is sore, maybe because I'm\-because I sleep in a sitting position. I squirm. My head is still dizzy. I still rubbed my eyes when I realized one thing was missing from where it should be. Now my heart is really\it's starting to beat fast. This is impossible. He disappeared. Geral's figure was no longer in its place.

“Available?”

I gasped and then looked up. My eyes sat with the young man's eyes. His eyes looked cold under the light of the lamp. I gulped and felt my palm start to cool. This man in front of me is dangerous. My heart rate's getting up. My body began to goosebumps as my fur sat on the nape also started to stand up.

“Ge–Ge–rral, right?”

Silent. The young man did not answer. My eyes quickly switched between the exit and the young man's face. I prepared for the worst and ran away. Nowisthetime. I stood up and ran towards the door. I couldn't look back when I heard a voice behind me. The door did not even open when the young man approached. A stifled scream came out from my lips as his hand pulled my hair.

“Ughhhh!”

A stifled voice chipped out of my mouth as I slammed onto the floor. I haven't been able to move as he slashed and overstretched my body. His right hand locked my neck. My eyes widened when I saw the shiny object in his left hand, a pair of scissors. Maybe I'll die today. However, I can't give up. Especially by looking at the scissors that can pry my eyeball with at any time. My hands floundered while my nails clawed at the floor.

“Call me!”

I tried to move my neck to find the origin of the sound. But, there is no one. All I saw was Geral turning violent.

“I'll help you. Believe!”

 The voice again resounded while growing doubtful. There's no one in this room. It could be the voice of the jinn or his countrymen or could it be.No, no, it feels impossible.

“There is a phase when your lover's soul weakens and perhaps the owner of that body returns. When that happens, don't let him take off his necklace!”

This time Alice's voice echoed in my head. Could this be the true voice of the original owner of this body? Or am I just delirious? When death approaches, anything can happen and be thought of. It could also be that all the sounds are spilling over each other. I don't know if it's right or wrong.

“You want to die?”

The voice sounded again. I grit my teeth. I don't want to die, at least not tonight and be killed. My eyes caught the sparkle on his neck. The necklace is shiny. It could be that necklace is my one\ only way out. Just as Geral raised her hand about to blow out the scissors, I raised my body slightly so that my hand could reach the necklace. Hoping on one last bet that might save me or I'll die. Even if I had a good night tonight, I would have lost at least one eye to Geral's scissors.

Off!

A faint smile formed on my face as my hand reached for the necklace, but the relief turned to a screech as the tip of the scissors Geral was holding now rained down on my right arm. The end of the scissors stuck out just as I got up to grab the necklace. Horror began to reach my body when I saw the handle of the scissors still stuck in the upper arm. It wasn't deep enough to make me faint, but the koyak still made me feel pain. I fell back until a hand held my head before hitting the floor.

“Enza!”

I'm woken. The voice sounded familiar, yet foreign. There was no Geral in that voice. Those eyes are staring at me. His black eyes that were washed away were still the same just that the highlight was different.

“Who are you?”

He didn't answer. My question came to a halt as my screams echoed mixed in pain. The young man pulled the scissors out of my arm. I looked with horror as the blood-soaked scissors now moved into his hands. His face is unreadable. Could it hit him again? This time maybe he'll stick it right in my heart.