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Episode 26's

            Reta was astonished, when she saw Aleta passing by her who had just come out of the house, in a hurry. Aleta's anxious expression and her oblivious attitude to her presence, made Reta really worried. Reta notices Aleta's movements from above trying to stop some passing motorcycle taxi drivers. Then leave when he was on one of the motorcycle taxi drivers who hugged him.

            Reta grabbed the phone that had been in the pocket of her knee-length shorts. Try to find one of the contacts in it, and directly press the caller button. A connecting tone was heard and a few seconds later, the owner of the number replied.

            “Biyan! Can you help me?!” reta panicked and bit her own lower lip.

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            Aleta arrived at the school hall that day, empty due to the holiday. I don't know what made Bimo call him to come. I don't know what Bimo will do this time, after a few days not showing the trunk of his nose. Even the short messages that always filled the mailbox did not exist as usual.

            Aleta pulled her gaze left and right before going deeper inside. Unfortunately, the school guard who is often called Aleta as Mr. Mustache, is not visible today. If only she existed, Aleta would be calmer because she felt that Bimo would not be reckless to do anything, when Mr. Mustache was in the same neighborhood.

            Aleta let out a long sigh, trying to draw her own courage that had been covered with fear that had been present since Bimo's brief message was present on her phone. Slowly walk in without closing the door from the inside. Deliberately left open so that if anything happens, Aleta can more easily escape from Bimo.

            “Bim,” call Aleta. The bright hall was thundering, making Aleta easier to see every corner of the room. Hoping that there would be Bimo there, just apologize or invite him to talk. Not want

hurt him again and again.

            Aleta stepped more inside looking at all the seats facing the summon in front of the hall. But surprisingly, there was no Bimo there. The hall was empty, and even Aleta repeatedly called out to her, Bimo's voice was not heard to voice her voice.

            Aleta grabbed her phone. The ringing sound shocked him. There's Biyan's name on the phone screen trying to reach her. Aleta called Biyan with relief, intending to lift him up but Aleta was shocked not to play, when Bimo was present before her robbing her phone at that time. Aleta took a few steps back, looking at Bimo who was still holding her phone with a sharp look.

            “Today, there's only loe and I, Al.” Bimo's voice sounded creepy for Aleta to hear. Again Aleta took a few steps back, deliberately keeping a distance so that Bimo was not too close to him to give him the opportunity to do rough by pulling his hair or other parts of his body.

            “Loe-loe want what?” ask Aleta scared. The fear that had dimmed, now re-ignited in him.

            “Do not be afraid, Al. I won't hurt you this time.” Bimo stepped closer which made Aleta back to retreat. Not wanting Aleta to continue to keep her distance, with a single pull on Aleta's right hand, Aleta returned close to Bimo. A scared lighted look of shock was present so clearly on his face that it made Bimo smile thinly.

            “So scared are you the same me, Al?” asked Bimo who now changed his face to be sad. That quick change is what often makes Aleta afraid when she is nearby. “Am I that terrible in your eyes?”

            Aleta shook her head quickly. Trying not to anger Bimo by refuting his true conjecture was right on target. Aleta thinks Bimo is a monster to be feared. Bimo's multiple personalities, really make it difficult to deal with him. Still dating

aleta has always been a doll that at any time, can be beaten without feeling, what else must live with her in marriage. It could be that Aleta's life will not be long if every day, it must be beaten continuously without mercy.

            “Do not lie!” snapped Bimo who now changed his expression. There were flashes of emotion in both of her eyes that Aleta clearly saw. Her grip on Aleta's right wrist, strengthened which made Aleta momentarily moan in pain. Trying to escape, but Bimo instead strengthened him.

            Aleta shakes fast, “Gue doesn't love her, I don't love her.”

            “Why lie if you feel it!” Bimo snapped his grip. “You're still mine, Al. Until anytime.”

            Aleta threw away her sight. Bimo's words seemed to help him recall the incident when Bimo came out of Reta's house at dawn before when he returned from Biyan's house. Aleta's expression of a cynical smile, coupled with Bimo's shocked face that Aleta caught, made Aleta growled instead of playing.it is impossible if the two did not say anything in the night. Although she does not love him, Bimo spends the night alone with Reta, making her sick instead of playing.

            “Al, please don't break me up. I-I promise, I won't hit you again!” Bimo looks like a panicked person. His grip slipped, his hands now touching Aleta's cheeks. Trying to convince him

to change her decision, which made Aleta even more fed up with seeing him.

            “You can leave me, Al? I don't have anyone else, everyone leaves me, Al. Everyone is not there for me. You're all I have, please, Al, don't leave me.”

            “Loe hurts, Bim.”

            “No, I'm fine, I'm not sick, Al.”

            “Loe is mentally ill, Bim!” aleta snapped which made Bimo speechless. Aleta's tears fell which made Bimo feel shocked. “Loe is aware, all this time you are sick! Loe was supposed to heal herself first, only able to heal everyone who was injured because of loe.” attitude

            Aleta lowered her head. The sound of his sobbing made Bimo even more silent. Mourning

Aleta this time, as if reminding her of the figure of the mother before exhaling her last breath.

            She was there, lying weakly with blood everywhere, especially in the part of her stomach that was pierced with a knife by the actions of her own husband. Both eyes were directed at Bimo who was then, hiding under a small table to make the father unaware of his presence there. He cried sobbing, his right hand slowly moving closer to his face. His index finger stood upright, touching his own lips as if asking Bimo to remain still there, until the situation was safe for him to escape. Bimo closed his own mouth. Trying to hold back his own crying voice when he heard the father's voice, yelling at someone on his cell phone. In his hiding place, Bimo sees the death of his mother, until his last breath. He left, with a smile on his lips and two eyes that continued to lead to little Bimo who wanted to approach him and hold him tightly as he did, whenever the child would sleep at night.

            Bimo covered both ears as Aleta's crying voice grew increasingly broken. Take a few steps back while shaking your head repeatedly. It felt, the mother's crying voice echoed throughout the room mixed with Aleta's crying voice that continued to be heard. Aleta stopped her crying, seeing Bimo who was now slumped to the floor with both hands that kept her ears tightly closed.

            “Please stop, I beg you to stop!” Bimo Jerit.

            Aleta approached, trying to calm her down, but Bimo even more hysterical to reject Aleta's body. Aleta who knew enough Bimo, immediately came back closer and forced her to embrace his body. Repeatedly Bimo intends to break away, but Aleta instead gets stronger to hug him until Bimo's body weakens and falls unconscious. Aleta tried to wake her up, but unfortunately Bimo still did not shake at all. Panicked Aleta grabbed her phone that was lying on the floor, trying to contact someone she felt was able to help her this time.

            “Gue in School hall, Bi, please help me!” she screamed again, crying hysterically.