The Tetuka Adiwira

Hikayat Negarakrgama Ihwal Twenty-Three

After parking the car, I walked side by side driving Erika to her room. This woman's fragrant aroma never seemed to disappear all day. From morning till night like this, her scent was so familiar in my sense of smell.

I quietly sniffed the smell of my own body, worried to smell otherwise.

In fact, I had led Erika several times right in front of her room. From these experiences alone it has actually shown how I relate to Erika. But no words were spoken. I haven't said anything to Erika. Then, do I have to immediately express the feelings I have towards her? The thing is, I'm afraid I'm too confident. What if Erika doesn't have any feelings for me?

I began to weigh in to state it right now. I have a little bit of courage. I don't care where to express this feeling. No need to make a drama by finding a romantic place to express love. I'm old, Erika is old too. We are both adults and not teenagers anymore.

The deg!

Wait for. Why do I feel a little strange this time? Am I getting paranoid again? It was too quiet and quiet in this apartment. We had just entered the elevator, but the entire hallway was too quiet.

It has passed 10 pm, but it seems that the residents of the apartment chose to sleep and lock their rooms tightly. Along the hallway the floor of Erika's room was so quiet after we got out of the elevator.

Does Erika feel it too?

I was a little relieved because from a distance looks a man who may be the occupant of this apartment as well. However, he walked quickly and half-run. In a hurry, he hit my shoulder and got into a quick elevator.

A strange feeling mixed with worry came to ambush me back.

I turned towards Erika. His face was equally anxious. He looked back at me. We exchanged flavors.

Erika's hand reached out and grabbed my hand.

My chest is pounding hard.

Damnit damnit! There are two things that make me like this. First, yes because Erika held my hand. The soft hand touched and locked my hand.

Second, it turns out that we both felt that something was strange and suspicious.

Arriving in front of Erika's room, my strange feelings were running rampant. This atmosphere and aura also stung Erika. Especially the one who knows his apartment the most. Before long, Erika's tight grip on my hand grew tighter. He shook my hand while pointing towards the door of his room.

My gaze went down the direction Erika was heading.

I spontaneously approached, but Erika pulled my hand to prevent me. I touched her hand with my free hand to calm down. I transferred the information to Erika as if stating I just wanted to check for a moment.

It turns out that it is true, there are gaps in the door and signs of coercion in the door handle area and iron trim attached to the wall.

Blood rustling.

What was unique after all these events passed later, Erika at that time was so worried and frightened considering the events that had happened to us in the restaurant parking lot some time ago. While I at that time just thought that there were thieves or robbers who entered by force. I just thought that I was going to fight the thief or whoever that person was that went into Erika's room and beat her with all my might. If I had remembered Erika's thoughts, I might have been the first to pull her away from the apartment, but that wasn't the case.

I retreated from the door, letting go of Erika's hand gently even though it was so tight that my hand hurt. My eyes combed the hallway looking for something while Erika was glued to her place without a word. I walked silently to a corner of the hall where I got a pile of carpentry objects. It may belong to employees who work in this apartment to repair various building damage.

I carefully but deftly dismantled the pile of things that were placed in a large used cardboard that was already in poor condition and torn apart by age. I found an iron hammer that although it looks aged but still strong because it is purely made of iron, even to the handle is also made of iron. I looked forward to feeling the strength and steadiness of that thing in my hand. But I still did not feel enough, with the other hand I grabbed a short crowbar. Although short, the iron crowbar was still longer than the hammer in my right hand and felt heavy and steady.

With both of these things I stepped into the door.

Erika grabbed my arm. His face was extremely anxious.

Slowly I let go of the handle a second time. His hand moved to grip my back shirt. With the mimicry I made in such a way, I looked Erika in the eye and tried to calm her down.

I continued walking slowly but surely to the door without a sound. I ducked, while Erika followed and walked behind me still squeezing the back of my shirt. I don't want to be stupid by standing up and rushing into the room unprepared so that whoever is in the room can see me clearly.

So I ducked down, almost crouched down, then pushed the door leaf with the crowbar in my left hand very slowly until it opened wide. Thankfully the door hinges do not creak as is common in horror or thriller movies.

The room was so dark, my eyes adjusted to the dark because the lights in the hallway of the apartment were quite bright and opposite to the situation in Erika's room. My eyes blinked to master the visuals. Slowly I saw a bright light coming into the room from outside the room. Erika's room has a large glass window, covered with modern-style sliding curtains.

Although closed and dark, the light rays from outside the apartment enter through the sidelines of the curtain. My heart was beating so fast as if it wanted to jump from the chest cavity when I slowly realized the rays formed a silhouette in the form of a body that turned back to us. The figure stood firmly facing the window and remained there.

My brain can't think too long with all the analysis I'm used to doing on television stations. My muscles twitched, I didn't think of any possibilities, my instinct told me to squander in. I pushed my body a little so Erika would take off my grip. I didn't notice Erika's face anymore. Any discussion and theory can follow later. It's because I've been wet.

With a loud shout like a possessed person I thrust towards the figure when I felt Erika's grip off my shirt. I don't want Erika to be attracted by my movements let alone get dragged away.

My feeling in a split second was like free as my body charged towards that figure. It may be an overwhelming feeling when adrenaline is gushing all over the body. Perhaps this is why violence has continued to be revered throughout the history of human civilization.