The Prisoner of the Sadistic Master

I'm Sure He's Not

I lay on my bed looking up at the sky of the room.

Ryan's not coming home tonight. It's 12 p.m., he hasn't arrived yet. Too much work there or something else I don't know.

"Perlas... Perla what was her name. It's hard to call."

"Sniffing man, you mean?" suddenly ask someone from next to me.

The deg!

I looked next to me, Dion.

I sipped my saliva heavily.

Recollection of the God of Devotion and Death.

It can't be Dion, right?

His name is different... Please don't get...

"Why?" ask again with a confused look.

I looked at him seriously then shook my head, "Son. Nonexistent. I'm just sleepy."

He looked at me seriously, "You sure?"

He looked at me more seriously.

"Bak good. I was thinking about the God of Devotion and Death that I just read about in the attic earlier." I said honestly.

He smiled, "Hm. Alright. Then what do you know from your reading?"

"Anu... That's... His god..." I was confused as to what to answer.

"Perlantiotics?" he said it made my breath stumble.

"K-okou t-tau?" many nervous.

He chuckled briefly, "Yes I definitely know. That's the biggest story in the world. I've read the book until it's finished" he said casually.

I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Oo... You read. I thought what was. Hehe. Shock me, I think you're the god... I'm stupid, hahaha..."

He stopped smiling and raised one of his eyebrows, "So you hate that god?"

"Ep. I don't know. I've never met you, wkwk. Don't know then don't love." Humor him.

He smiled, "If you know and love. Keep what?" He said, slightly rising from sleep and facing his face above me.

"Love may. Haha..." I chuckle.

She smiles.

I re-smelled the honey and jasmine with another fragrance from Dion.

The deg!

"Dion. W-why do you smell like this?" I'm nervous. Isn't this a description of the stench inherent in the God?

"Oh. These. Because I like honey and jasmine and other mixes, so I concocted it myself before I went to the world of death," he explained.

The world of death means death, right?

Phew... Mercifully...

He drowned his face in the recess of my neck and hugged me with his legs crossed with mine.

The deg!

"What is the condition for being loved by a human being to be human?" the tanya makes me nervous.

"Sure," I answered for sure.

He tightened his embrace, "What happens if he's not human hm?"

"A-u. Uh by the way, my throat's dry, I-I want to drink first. Hehe," I pulled over my body to escape his embrace.

He didn't let me go, "Don't lie."

The deg!

"O-oh yeah! I just met a beautiful female ghost! Name's Kunti!" I said as long as I switched the conversation.

Foolish, really stupid I really am. Why should the topic be Kunti?

I'm shaking my head .

He was the one who was serious so chuckled, "Oh, so you're setting me up with kuntilanak hm?" he lifted his head to look at me directly.

I scratched my nape. "Hehe, yes mate, right? Who knows who knows?"

"If the kuntilanak in the grave is also a lot of Vie," he pinched my nose.

I laugh at my own stupidity.

He went back to sleep on my shoulder, "I'll be home tomorrow."

I was thinking, maybe he was lonely at the grave huh?

Dion again chuckled briefly, "Yes. Very quiet in the cemetery. The food I had today was staying here," he said after reading my thoughts.

I chuckle.

But I'm really uncomfortable with this position. It's too... Um. Be that as it may.

Dion let go of his embrace and slept on my back next to me.

It seems like he read my mind again.

He took my hand, "Hm. I did it."

Dion saw my face, "You sleep, I'll take care of you tonight."

I smiled, "All right."

I closed my eyes.