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Flashbacks

*flashback

"Kill him, Barend Otte!!" The devil's orders again, and presumably, he couldn't kill me with his own two hands, he ordered Father's body to do it.

"What..your last request, son?" My father asked me, as if he could grant my request. I smiled before losing consciousness.

"Oh Allah, this is a servant's prayer to you, ugh.. Let the servant kill this demon, and give me a chance to live once more.."

"By being born, in the form of two boys!!" Pinta me with the remnants of life and the last breath.

"Less ajaaar!! Kill this kid!!!" The demon's orders, and immediately, Dad grabbed me by the neck to make me have trouble breathing and finally...

Krak!!!

I felt pain all over my body, like being skinned alive. It is similar to the thousands of swords all over my body simultaneously.

My spirit bounced out of my body, and was hidden somewhere unknown to me. I was confused, as if I had just woken up from sleep.

Am I... really dead??

I... am dead and, where is this???

I left, having slipped from my body. My whole body hurts, but it's like being in another realm, or just a dream.

A loud laughing voice rang out, so jarring it made me gasp and turn to the origin of the sound. This room is still the same as before, there is nothing different, there is only one awkwardness that makes me flabbergasted. I was fixated, staring at myself, really looking at myself.

Is this, like looking at a self-image, looking at a mirror, or a photo?? But the difference is, it's like a real body, but I'm not even real.

I looked closely, staring at me on the floor lying in a stiff state. Strange, this is really weird. It's a dream, right? It's just a dream, right? It's not real and I really, it's terrible.

"Huu.. Hiks." somebody's voice came back. I turned my head, to someone standing haughty near my sprawled body. I saw Dad's tears, dripping and wetting his cheeks. His eyes were red as well as his face. From the look in his eyes, he was so devastated and suffering, even I could feel his sadness. But when I looked at his lips, I was stunned when he smiled so widely. It made my body tremble, not believing what I saw for myself.

First, I came out of my body, then saw myself lying helpless on the floor, then next, I saw Dad crying while laughing at my condition.

He nodded, laughing while sobbing. And really, it's scary. The laughter and the pain sounded so terrifying. I was shivering, plus I felt very confused.

"Dead you!! Die you brat!! Die now!!" the screech was excited, while stepping on my body many times until I...

"Ughhh!!" come feel the pain.

Ls it? Is this what people say? When bathing dead bodies, the living must be careful and very gentle in doing so. Because their bodies are wounded by thousands of swords, and it can hurt their spirits. And now, the stories that during life were considered by humans as fairy tales, now I even feel the truth. Islam never lies on the slightest thing.

Bugh!! Bugh!!!

The kick is directed repeatedly, even on dead bodies that will not be able to protect themselves. I started to groan, the pain was unbearable until it felt like crying.

"Huuuu, son.. Child" the sound of crying sounded heartbreaking, but the words were not conveyed. I am sure, if you are not in control, then the father of the child cries more than this.

I knew he loved me, and which father would want his son to be in pain, either while still alive or after his death. But, when it came to remembering how he had obeyed the will of the devil, it was extremely painful.

"Die you boy! Die you now! A troublesome child! You won't be able to live quietly in nature. Even I'm gonna exterminate your body, so no one can find it!" the screeches stopped, making me gasp after being beaten many times.

"Armgh!" I groaned and touched my feet again. It hurts like being tied up by a barbed hot iron. I screamed, looking up at my body and Dad.

Obviously, I saw for myself how my body was dragged after being battered, even he dragged by pulling my leg. And the most bi*dabnya again is...

My neck was running left and right, like a boneless chicken skin. I closed my eyes, terrified to see my lifeless self. My mouth gaped and his tongue stuck out, my eyes bulging and the only thing that looked white. Her green eyes glanced over her eyes. Thick blood came out of my nose and even my fingers were bleeding.

That's my. And that's my real. My spirit saw my body without life. My body was shaking and I felt scared. Is... when the spirit detaches from the body, then I can see for myself how the state of the body when it dies??

Aye!

That's my. My neck was broken, I died in a giggle and the blood on my hand came out with its thick. I shook my head, starting to sit in a dark corner while rubbing my own head. Even some parts of my body still feel pain.

"What'sthis? What's the matter?? Where am I? Where's this?" I muttered, continuing to repeat the words many times, as if someone would listen to my words. I was alone in this room.

In silence and darkness, I suddenly felt something strange. It felt similar to a hand being sliced by a knife, along with a light coming out inside me.

"Huh? Argh!!" I was incessantly groaning and in pain. I fell down when I felt like this body was split.

It's out! My body came out like it was splitting, making me see myself. Any more? My radiant self was so bright that I felt a warmth that was not frightening. It even took away the pain I was experiencing.

I opened my eyes wide, watching her beauty. I don't want to look away, I don't know why I look so beautiful.

Shady but sharp eyes. Strict yet soft-faced eyebrows. High body, white skin, and black hair?? I have wanted that black hair for a long time. And a tall body? I want it too.

The sighting was a hallucination, which was a mirage that I had hoped would happen to myself.

In a hypnotic daydream, the light slowly fades away. Just a little, not too much. My own self who was facing me, now a little faded and blurred as well.

The longer I blinked, the clearer the view became. The figure I had thought of as myself now looked like someone else just as the light was flashing.

But still, he looks so bright that I can't see him. This was a man, with a lot of light all over his body. I couldn't even look at it at all, even if it was just to make sure who was looking at me.

There are wings, so big on the back, right, left, and legs. Even it was like covering her from my sight, as if it was unwilling to look at a human like me.

Clear water flowed, like a light in the midst of darkness. I was fixated, making sure what I saw was real or hallucinating.

The figure approached, making me rewind my steps out of fear. It was so big, and I was scared every time I saw its wings move. I was afraid, it would pack and make me fly.

"Assalamualaikum, a creature of God." he said, stopping as if giving distance to be able to communicate with me, without hurting.

I frowned, holding my palms on my forehead like someone who was being respectful, but I was actually just holding my eyes back from this glare light.

"Include and allow me to ask." he said again, and the longer I heard it, the more certain it was the voice I knew.

"Who is the owner of this clean warm light?" asked again, and hearing those words, I could not suppress my own feelings.

These.. These..

Ngiiiiiiing~

I know this voice, the owner of this voice. I was about to say his name, but something stuck in my ears, my ears were buzzing, and his voice was quite disturbing. I stopped whispering and closed my ears. Even so, it still does not eliminate the buzz. I felt a warm liquid flowing between my hands, when I looked at it. It was a deep red color.

"Be quiet, and do not resist" he asked, and I could not deny or refute his words, even as if I could not speak his name even in my heart.

"Tonight, today, this time.. I felt a painful thing that was wrapped around my heart. Some of the students died and died in this heartbreaking event." he said again.

"Among all the victims, your spirit aura is the most charming. But you don't look like you, just a wisp of smoke and fog" he continued.

"You have been detached from all world affairs, you have been in the mortal world forever."

"You don't come back, you can't go back. You're here, in the world but as a dead creature."

"If you may know, who are you? Can you introduce yourself and tell me about your life?" ask again. I fell silent, gulping down that felt like I was mute. "I remove the shackles in your throat, speak all that I want. And no lie from your words." he insisted.

I fell silent, opened my mouth and answered. "Smart learners. Short body, live well. I come from a wealthy family, and Ayuk and my father have strong power in this city."

The voice then fell silent, as if guessing who I really was. "What has made you die?" ask again.

"Killed. I was killed. Killed my Dad. At school, art room!" say me. And every time I answered her question, the wound in my heart seemed to open. I remember the events that took place, which took my own life.

"Huu.. I die. Being killed." my voice began to tremble and fear. I wanted to quit because this question was not fun for me. It disturbs my soul, but I seem to answer myself, even if I don't want it.

"He.. Father did! Father killed me. He also killed the students! The proof already exists. I beg you, arrest him and lock him up!!"

"He ate the blood, sucked it from the crown to crack the skeleton of the head. It sucked it dry like a salted fish. He did it downstairs, down there's a hallway. Down there, right there. Huuu.." I explained with a feeling of fear, and my heart seemed to be sliced open in pain.

"You crying?" he asked, and I nodded quickly, I felt threatened as if standing before an assassin who could at any moment take my life.

"Are you a man?" tanyakanya. I nodded back and sobbed. "Then, who.."

"Your name?" continued.

There was doubt in his voice. He seemed to already know who I was, but instead returned to ask this just to make sure.

"I.. My name.." My voice suddenly restrained, as if not knowing what had been holding him back. "Uuh, my name." My voice shook violently, as if it was too heavy to say it myself.

"Calm down, I don't mean anything bad to you. Answer this question. You're not going to do anything and I'm not something evil." she continued.

"I.." I frowned, holding back the tears that had already spilled first. "I'm Adam. My name is Adam Suganda." I gulped down the choked spit and the stifled voice.

"This is me, the late Adam Suganda." I said, as if tore my own heart and heart.

"Ja.. So right, it's you, bad boy?" he said with a voice so heavy, as if to withstand the turmoil in his chest.

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