Our Denouement
The Weight of Bad News - Chapter 5
Amidst the darkness, a silhouette split the shadow. An almost inexplicable sight, a girl was crying. Tears that never want to stop, regretting his fate. In the process of crying, his hands stretched out into his clothes, touching his stomach. Only he knows the secret behind it, the secret of his destiny. But now, it seems like they know too.
The roar of her tears dripped, wetting her helpless hands. Desperation and disappointment rolled in his chest. How can he speak honestly to his best friend, when all this is happening?
He stared at his phone with a blank stare, as if looking at more than just a phone screen. Recalling that earlier, his mouth had lied with a forced cheer to cover up the pain that was in his heart. The girl stroked her outstretched hand, speechless. The coldness of the room bears witness to itself as the girl laments such a cruel fate.
'What can I do now?', he thought with a heart full of despair. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Before long, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and with a flash aroused a feeling of resentment in his heart.
It was in that state that he saw a hunker man approaching towards him, moving a heart that had previously been drowned in grief into anger. The girl looked back without forgetting a single tear.
"Hey, don't stare at someone older than you like that." The man without further ado warned in a mocking tone. His wrinkled face displayed a slanted smile. The girl spat right on the man's shirt and said, "conscious of getting old, the smell of the ground. Most of the behavior." The man's smile faded, he glared at the girl, as his eyes darkened, offended.
The man stepped forward, towering above the girl. "So your mouth, little girl," he growled. "You don't know who you're dealing with."
"I know exactly who I'm dealing with," the girl replied fearlessly, though her lips trembled slightly, and the rest of the tears still lingered. "A disgusting, petty and selfish old man who thinks he can treat people as he pleases and get away with it."
The man's face grew red, the flames of his anger had been completely ignited. "How dare you! You should have realized in this situation, you're the one smelling the ground now!!!" His hand raised as if he wanted to hit the girl. But before he could, a young man stepped between them, blocking his way. "Enough," he decisively commanded. "No need to use energy. Hurry up and run the show as planned and it'll all be done."
The girl stared fiercely at the two different-aged men before her, hatred imprinted clearly in her eyes. But a few seconds later, those sharp eyes weakened. He stood still, a gloomy aura looming around him. The girl reaches a point where she doesn't care anymore, whatever. Whatever happens, it happens.
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Kashika opened her eyes, feeling the coldness of the bedroom in the morning. Kashika leaned on the back of her mattress, trying to calm herself down. He felt dejavu with a dream that could be said to be terrible, he had just experienced. The dream swirled in his head, making him fret. The figure he saw in the dream was too similar. Many times he dreamed of the same person. The man Kashika knew very well.
Kashika turned around and closed her eyes, trying to temper her mind of all brutality. After a while, he felt his strength recover. He took a deep breath and got up from his bed.
•
Kashika destroyed. Since 10 minutes ago, she had been having endless panic attacks. He's feeling very tired. He had improved, before. Kashika continued to try to calm herself in various ways. Lying on the floor with a pillow over his face.
Can't, his mind still drifted off in the distance. 'What if "that guy" is around him, now?' In order to avoid all that he did not want, Kashika decided not to leave the house all day.
Through her noisier thinking, she tries to calm herself down with one thing that will surely work - listening to her favorite music through earphones, with a volume that can make the eardrum short.
For hours, the distribution of earphones to his ears managed to make Kashika feel comfortable. Afterwards, he started looking for his phone, bored. Call it reflex, his hand automatically always opens the chat application when first opening the phone. He looked at the top messages sent by his band. A lot of messages popping up, his bandmates seem to be talking about hot topics. They also mentioned his name many times in the message group.
After his eyes stared, reading all the sentences they sent out, Kashika felt shocked. There was news that someone had claimed their song, and accused them of plagiarism. Oh, my God, what's this problem?
Kashika could not believe what she was reading. He had poured his heart and soul into this song, and now someone was trying to claim it as their own. His heart felt stabbed. 'What's the guy's problem? Our group is even just a small band formed due to side work. What is the intention of that person?'
His friends swiftly arranged a meeting appointment, planning to discuss a common opinion on this sudden accusation issue.
It indirectly made Kashika, inevitably, had to leave the house.
They immediately held an emergency meeting to discuss the situation. Spend hours studying their songs and alleged copy of the accuser, trying to find similarities or evidence that could clear their names.
•
Kashika sat in the gazebo, pondering over everything. Kashika looked tired of the environment around her. There was no need to guess what expression was painted on his face, moody. He exhaled a rough breath several times. Suddenly, there was the sound of a motorcycle roar in the distance slowly approaching. It was enough to wake Kashika up from her captivity. He glanced slightly at the biker, the rider took off his helmet. He greeted him with a wave, then dropped himself just beside Kashika. "Hey, Kashika," she said kindly. "What are you doing here?"
Kashika shrugged, "just think about the situation." Answer in a low tone. Sensing his sour mood, Rion tried to comfort him. He patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll find out" he said convincingly.
"We're gonna finish this, and I'm sure we're gonna laugh at the end. Just wait and see."
Kashika appreciated his sentence, she smiled faintly. Although, his heart was still troubled. Rion tries to further lighten the moment by offering her a ride home. But Kashika refused, feeling uncomfortable with the situation to accept his help. Kashika wants to stay in the gazebo, alone, and sort through her thoughts.
"Well then, but make sure you're not here until late at night, okay?"
Before leaving Kashika, Rion offered one last piece of advice before leaving.
"Remember it" he said. "You wrote that song, and it's yours. No one can take it from you, and you have to keep fighting for it."
"If you change your mind, you can call me to take you home." Kashika rolled her eyeballs, "don't overdo it. I'm home there." Rion replied with a crisp laugh. He gave a friendly wave, while wearing his helmet. Kashika watched as Rion rode on the motorcycle, then left carrying the rumbling of the engine with her. Kashika sighed, leaning in the comfort of the gazebo chair.
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Kashika came home to her apartment with a deep feeling of fatigue. After a long day of unpleasant affairs, he hoped to take a warm bath to calm his mind. After finishing his bath, he quickly lay on the bed, immersing his face into the pillow. For a moment, he felt that everything would be fine. But then, his phone shook on the bedside table, destroying the peaceful atmosphere.
A slight jolt of surprise flowed within him as he looked at the unfamiliar number on the screen. He picked up the phone hesitantly.
Kashika felt her heart sink, her eyes blank meaninglessly. His world faltered as the voice of an unknown person on the phone broke the silence, delivering the news of the grief that instantly shattered his heart. He only needed one more punch to make his body and soul completely destroyed. Kashika shakily hung up the phone, stunned.
"The world is really evil."