Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

Apparently You?

THE WARNING! CONTAINS THEMES AND CHARGES OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND RUDE SENTENCES. FOR READERS WHO ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH AND ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT, IT IS RECOMMENDED NOT TO READ IT.

IT IS EXPECTED THE READER WISDOM IN ENJOYING THE SERVICE OF NOVELTOON.

HAPPY READING!

I woke up with excruciating pain with the pain coming from my mouth. My head was about to break. In fact, dried blood has now been in the temple. When twitching refracts the eyes, observe this not-so-wide room. Just filled with furniture like a closet, which is not far from the bed, a dresser that is in the north direction. LCD TV attached to the wall—nearly plain— to the east and several computers and tables containing books. The dim yellowish lights made this room feel terrible.

The atmosphere felt strange and strange. I stared at myself lying on this soft bed, my sense of wonder was instantly answered. Seemed photo farah with me is now displayed sweet right attached to the wall above the bed. And yes, this room belongs to my best friend.

“You okay?” his anxious voice sank into a stillness that turned gripping. He suddenly appeared in a face that was somehow again, but his breathing was so fast. He seems to be panicking too.

I hugged her and immediately my tears broke.

“Sstt, quiet. I'm here.don't cry anymore. They can hear us!” whispered in between his breath.

“Where have you been? Looking you! You know, suddenly someone in a robe and masked clown was after me. He's like he wants to kill me!”

“I was—“

Bruk! Bruk! Bruk!

A thud suddenly sounded from the direction of the door. Like someone was deliberately trying to break through the door of this room. We looked at each other in panicked gazes and rapid roars of breath. Farah hinted to shut up and make me nod.

“Come out, Bitch! I know you're in there! And I know, you hid where Brother Keysa!” the voice of the girl out there surprised me, especially when she mentioned my name made both eyes stare urgently at this woman next to me.

“Linka?” my whiskey.

Farah nodded. “He was looking for you! And the goal, to kill you! He caught me outside and asked me. He didn't even bother to finish me off, either. Look at this!”

The wound on Farah's hand made me shudder in horror. Moreover, considering the phone call of the girl who asked for my whereabouts and shortly after someone came to attack me.

Could it be that it was also a Linka group? Yeah, could be! That girl has gone mad!

The door was still heard trying to break from the outside and it made us panic. As Farah held out the golf bat, I looked at her in fear.

“To beware. I know he's also your brother's friend, but at the moment the situation is different, Key. So, do not use your heart if the danger is in sight. Hit while you can still hit and fight!”

I nodded at the instructions of the woman who was now holding the golf bat as well. A moment of gulping, it was so painful in my throat.

“You ready?” it was his whisper that made me nod in doubt, and again gulped. My eyes glazed. I hate situations like this! I can't even imagine having to do this with Linka—, the teenage girl I've known to be sweet with her adorable behavior.

Sometimes, you have to choose something painful if you are faced with a situation that you do not want at all.

Farah nudged me until the daydream became a scatter, along with hinting to prepare for something outside— behind the door.

Bruk! Bruk! The voice sounded again which was so gripping in the ears. Three times ... five times. and finally the door opened. Linka looks there while holding her big hammer—like a rock breaker, glances at me at a glance and looks at Farah growled. They wrestled, slashing each other with their weapons, between the whistles, the shouts and roars of the two women's breath. As soon as I took a deep breath, eradicating my fear, I helped Farah, come and attack Linka. I pulled his hair rough to keep him away from Farah, trying to strangle him with a golf bat that was in Farah's hands. The girl shouted out loud.

“Kak Key, release! You—“ Farah escaped the hitter, then punched the girl to the back and stopped the girl who had been talking a lot since.

Farah Then grabbed the bat in my hand, then beat Linka relentlessly, though the girl screamed in her groan.

“Far, already! He could die!” I tried to stop him, but repeatedly stopped me.

At the last jolt, I was immediately pushed against the wall and made my head hit with this ringing sound of mine. He looked at me, then hit the girl again without making a sound.

“Far, you shouldn't have done that,” my sergeant was stammered and restrained.

I felt my head so sore and painful.

“Why? You worried about him? But I am more anxious if he comes alive,” said Farah sarcasm after he was satisfied to hit the girl and crouch in front of me.

Farah smiled half, then got up. Stepping towards her dresser while rubbing the contents of the drawer for a moment and back by grasping a frame.

The sound of a rough and heavy bang crashing on the floor slightly jolted me. He gave a glance with an indifferent look, then looked towards the object he threw earlier. There was a girl who was smiling widely and a man who was embracing her happily in the picture frame, with an Ancol background. I looked at him sharply, demanding.

“Ya, right! He's your Alan! And the woman in the photo is the lover of the heart she loves, who is willing to leave her unfortunate girl just for the woman. Cool, right?” she proudly revealed in a wide smile.

I rolled my eyes. But he smiled cheerfully as he put the golf bat on his shoulder.

“So, you're his mistress?” peekiku looked at him sharply.

“That’s right, Beautiful girl!” lightly admitting a careless smile widely while patting my cheek. “You know, what made me do it? Like you said, honey. Sometimes we are helpless with love. After all, why would I give up on you if he just didn't want to stay for you. Yeah, right?” he continued which made me grunt.

“It doesn't seem fair!” he said again who still smiled cunningly.

He stood up again, while still carrying the golf club with a look of nothing. “You know, sometimes I feel guilty for you, Key, you're so good to me. You're the one who even stretched out and spread my arms when I wasn't wanted by family. At first, I loved you so much and could not bear to do this, but it would also be too perfect for your life if your best friend loved you too. Well, for love, isn't a package with pain? So, not wrong, is it?” he then crouched back, looking at me in teary eyes.

“So, I'm sorry. Please, let me finish this beautiful story until the ending. We've gone too far, haven't we? Well, be a good ‘aktorku’, darling,” his sigh further then kiss my cheek and whisper at the end of the sentence.

He stood up, looked out for a moment, then in a jolt, he lifted the golf club and threw it hard on my calf to make me scream loudly in the middle of this silence. My tears flowed.

“Fuck you!” my cry looked at him furiously which made my tears flow for a moment,

but only an innocent smile was visible. “To be more dramatic, Honey!” shallow light.

This woman is completely insane!

He then threw the golf club in the other direction and as soon as he let his guard down, I tried to get up, then approached and pulled his collar so that he turned and raised my fist towards his face. His nose and mouth were dripping blood. I then darted out, trying to run as hard as I could in a lurch. The squealing sound coming from the friction of the floor and the golf club now sounded terrible in this gripping atmosphere. Moreover, outside it seemed like it was raining very heavily.

Yes, Farah followed behind, with a relaxed pace and a wide smile while still dragging the baton in her hand and deliberately letting the sound echo in the silence tonight.

I ran more and more, turned right in the direction of the stairs then went up to the second floor, locked tightly the doors that became my room.

My breath was getting more and more hunting who tried to arrange it so that it was regular, especially Farah did not hear it and knew my hiding at this time.

My tears trickled again, then rubbed them. The pain in my leg was really painful. It was obvious that the bruise seemed to be starting to turn yellow and slightly turn blue. My body has been covered in sweat, yet this roar of breath is still hunting. My eyes were trying to find something I could use as a weapon, brainwashing me hard to figure out how to escape the traitorous woman. My eyes immediately glued to the window. My brain still can't even digest well, what's really going on and who's the real culprit.

That's her!

With a hunting breath, I then climbed onto the bed, then stood facing the window. I don't want to use the window to escape from here, no! To be honest, I'm afraid of heights, so to jump or whatever it feels like not to. After all, this window has been peeling through the iron fence and forgotten where I kept the key. So, in one jolt and a little climb on this window, I got the iron that supported my blue-tinted curtains. This fairly long gold-colored iron has a good design of each end and most importantly, is quite strong as it seems.

Farah seemed to have been there, in front of the door still trying to break down.

“Give up, Honey! I'm being kind right now. Calm down, I won't kill you, just help you forget that guy, even your name! Aren't I good? Ha ha ha ha.” The thrust was behind the door that could still be heard by me while laughing at the end of the sentence. It sounds strange at the moment.

I slipped under the bed, trying to catch my breath out of sight. Degub my heart really can not be invited to cooperate, he beats fast to cause shortness of breath and this hunt sounds irregular, he said, but try hard not to be heard by the crazy woman out there who is hunting.

Brak! The door slammed into the wall hard. My heart is beating faster that I try hard to calm down, while still grasping this iron tightly.

Footsteps were heard, along with the sound of iron squeals in the room. His feet repeatedly stepped in front of me, then after a while, his head was still gawking in front of me with a face that appeared in a wide smile in this dimness. “Hai, waiting for me, yes?” his sarcasm then laughed crisply.

The next instant, my loud scream howled in silence as a blunt object burst in forcefully between my calf bones, which only responded to the carefree laughter of the damn woman while dragging my sick leg mercilessly—no matter the screams of pain echoed in this room.

My body was taken out, which is still being dragged. I can see, the blood coming from my calf dripped on the floor and apparently the thing that was deliberately jabbed was scissors.

“Sick jerk!” my cry was furious and only made him laugh crisply in this silence. Sometimes he hums cheerfully who is still dragging my feet with both hands.

I then tried to use my one leg to kick him. And it worked, to the point of making it tumble backwards and using it to pull that thing off my leg. Once again my growl was heard while enduring the pain.

His face looked angry, then got up. When the golf club lay down again towards my face, I then brushed it with this iron and at the same time again kicked hard on his right knee until he bent his knee with one leg. His screams echoed. The slowness of the germs used to escape, but it was too late, before I left, he managed to grab my hand and pull it so I approached him, then stabbed the scissors—bekas pierced me earlier, then, it was late to my chest until that painful scream again echoed in my mouth.

Before I let go of his snare, I followed him until his leg slipped and rolled down to the first floor. The last thing I saw, he was unconscious down there—not far from Linka—'s body which I momentarily stared at in teary eyes.

I'm sorry, Farah.

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