This Is It?
Chapter 49: The Prey
I've become a murderer. Ironically, I killed my own body.
I looked at the dark sky. White clouds travel to the other side of the earth. The beauty of the sun that sank in the middle of the sea, now became a dozen fishermen who shadowed my future.
My tears are flowing harder. Disbursement of waves like music escort larat. My mind is troubled, my mind is not directional.
I close my eyes to neutralize the self-inflicted mess. Beliefs that had been imprinted in the heart began to be exposed to abrasion. Can I escape from this struggle?
Why am I acting so far? I should have let the Kunyuk and Dita do their depraved deeds. Had I chosen not to care, I might not have become a murderer.
After all, I don't like living with problems, especially about taking someone's life.
Uh! Where is the stock of my patience and my former indifference firmly entrenched in the soul? At least, being an apathetic can prevent the hands from bloodshed.
Sin and torment, mischief and calamity, that is their business. I acted like a hero, but instead got carried away into a very cruel figure. I'm out of control until I lose my mind.
Akhhhhh!!! Hmh!!!
“No, I'm not a killer. I was just defending myself,” my screams into space. In that line of words there is a wish for the Lord of Heaven not to punish me with karma or doom.
The Kunyuk who lured me to eliminate him. So, it's not my fault entirely. It was just an accident. It's an accident.
Haha! I let out a laugh to entertain myself while thinking of sure steps to obscure the facts presented. Doesn't the death of the Kunyuk mean that there is no change of body anymore?
The day after tomorrow, which is really dark, will not be rolling in my life. I am the eternal Bagas. No one else whipped my steps. Haha!
What am I worried about?
Bagas is a god who has always been an idol. Good, loving, patient, charismatic, and all the positive qualities that he has are in him. In fact, all these properties can be used as a wash of clean water to wash my hands.
Everyone believes that Bagas is a holy man. Therefore, it should be, I don't need to be afraid excessively like this. As long as it is consistent in its behavior, no one will be able to reveal my cover.
I have a lot of material too. I can do the same thing, as happened to the Kunyuk, to Dita. Just find someone who is desperate for money, then throw all the sins on him. My life is safe sentosa.
To hell with guilt! In this world, no man is spared from the ink of hell. They are only good at covering it with various masks of kindness in front of society.
Imaging and keeping good labels on the body, that's the key.
Clever! My intelligence is incredible. Ahaha!
Then I turned my eyes to find the satirist.
After my gaze with him met, I tried to refine my body gesture. He must have just come to this place. I can't show a scared, panicked expression.
“Ha. You just got home? What are you doing here?” I spread hospitality to him.
Metha puts on a smile. However, the strokes he made looked different. Not painted in return for my hospitality, but rather a torrent of threats.
“I don't think you can go this far. But I'm sure you'd rather not think that after you've done the act, there are witnesses and evidence that are capable of ensnaring you to punishment,” Metha said as she crossed her arms around her chest.
Damnit damnit! As I thought, Metha saw what I was doing.
Nah! Maybe it was just a trick from him. After all, he must have just come to this place.
I understand he wants me to tell him the truth. Then I begged him for forgiveness. I bowed down so that he would keep this a secret. The main goal, he will provide an offer that is certainly very profitable for him.
Hey, Metha! I'm not that stupid. I used to read people's faces and body language. So, it won't be easy to trick me.
“What do you mean, Met?” calm down.
Metha reached into the phone in the back pocket of her jeans. Then, he tapped his phone into the palm of his left hand.
“Gas, if only I could see what you did earlier, the world would not believe my story. However, there is one eye that sees your action very clearly. Just click share, then the penalty will quickly reach you – as fast as you drowned someone just now,” he explained.
Obviously, I can't help but worry. The words coming out of Metha's mouth were very real indicating my actions were caught by her.
“Kok your face so tense is that it, Gas? Are you afraid or do not believe what I say?” He's got the upper hand. “Let's you not accuse me of making up stories, you can see the following recording yes,” a lot.
Metha stretched her phone screen. Then, he presses the triangle button to run the video.
Yeah, Metha's not bragging. The scene of me killing the Kunyuk from beginning to end was vividly depicted on his phone.
Easy, Gas! Don't get emotional! My advice to myself in my heart
I observed Metha's body movements. I'm looking for his idle point. After being sure, I grabbed his phone. 'And I threw the bastard into the sea to accompany the Kunyuk swimming.
My savage instinct is being tested. Why not become a starving shark?
