2D CEO Or ANGEL OF DEATH
CHAPTER 7 - THE GOD'S SCRIPT

Days change, it doesn't feel like three days have passed since he left the comic world.

Jihan is living her day as usual, attending college, going home and continuing the online novel that has been a source of additional income.

“Ugh! I didn't get the idea!” he looks upset because he has spent approximately 1 hour in front of the laptop screen but does not produce a sentence.

“What is Aideen doing right now?” mumbled wailing.

Throwin!

Ezryl appeared right in the corner of the room in Jihan's contract.

“How about me?” ask Ezryl suddenly.

At the same time.

“Arghh!!! Ezryllll!!!” jehan was surprised to see Ezyrl appearing suddenly wearing the Death Angel's distinctive black robe with a skullcap on his head.

“You are not curious about what I am doing?” asked Ezryl with a grim face.

Jihan rolled her eyes while snorting in annoyance.

“Alright, I was also curious about what you were doing, but you instantly surprised me!”

“Do you want to see how an angel of death takes human life?”

“Yes! I want to see it!” yelled Jihan while standing up from her seat.

“Come,” Ezryl extends his hand.

Jihan grabbed that hand.

“Close your eyes,” connect Ezryl.

Jihan closed her eyes, and now they were in a mall.

“Open your eyes.”

Jihan opened her eyes without surprise because she was used to moving from one place to another in a matter of seconds.

“Look at the old man sitting in front of the elevator,” said Ezryl while pointing at a grandfather who was sitting pensively alone, Jihan looking at the direction Ezryl was heading.

“His death is at 15:26.”

Jihan glanced at the watch that was on her arm.

Time shows at 15:25 WIB.

“Some time he will find his death due to a sudden heart attack, my friend who is also an angel of death is standing before him waiting for his spirit to come out.”

“A-I can't see your friend,” Jihan rubbed her eyes trying to find the whereabouts of the other angel of death.

“Man will not be able to see it, if they see the angel of death, then the angel of death will be like me.”

“Ma-“

Jihan's words stopped.

The old man whom Ezryl had pointed at earlier held his chest in pain, within seconds, the old man fell from his seat.

Jihan glanced back at her watch, her eyes widened and her body suddenly stiffened.

Yes, the time shows at 15:26 WIB.

“Come, we go somewhere else, close your eyes,” pinta Ezryl flat.

Jihan closed her eyes again.

Now, they are on a big road where many cars pass.

“Look ahead, there is a busker who is carrying his child.”

“Hei! You mean, the mothers who were holding the baby?” ask Jihan pale.

“Ya.”

“They both m-me-died?”

“No. But her mother,” Ezryl answered Jihan's question with a flat face, she looked familiar with such an incident.

“At 15:28, there will be a sedan with a high speed hit the mother so that her son bounced into the grass on the side of the road. The sedan fled. But-”

Ezryl let out a long breath.

“There will be a car that stops, and then down a middle-aged woman wants to help the mother at 15:29, but because the mother already knows that her age is soon, she asked the woman to take care of her son, because they were a kara. At 15:30, the mother breathed her last due to bleeding and broken bones.”

A few seconds after Ezryl spoke, a sedan hit the mother holding the baby.

Bruk!

Seen a busker dressed shabby carrying the baby, he was hit and fell with a terrible condition and blood splattered.

Ezryl was right, the baby bounced into a grass on the side of the road.

Jihan glanced at her watch, at 15:28 AM local time.

The people in the crowd, look busy pulling out their cell phones to record the body that is dying against death.

Jihan glanced back at her watch, the time showing at 15:29 AM local time.

Is correct. There was a car that stopped and came down a middle-aged woman wanted to help the mother, followed by another vehicle that stopped watching the incident.

"Excuse me, sorry, excuse me," the woman opened the crowd.

The look in the woman's eyes illustrates anxiety and empathy.

"Sir, Mom, sorry. Please help me carry this mother to my car. Because waiting for the ambulance is afraid he can not," he said, looking up to ask for help from people around.

"Mom, hold on a second, yes" he said gently to the mother.

"T-please, j-ja-ga, a-nak, sa-yes. K-ka-mi h-just, be-two."

The mother was seen stammering at the woman as her bloodstained hand painstakingly pointed towards her bouncing baby. Then the mother breathed her breath.

With a trembling body, Jihan glanced back at her watch.

Yep! Time shows at 15:30 WIB!

At once Jihan's body became boneless due to the shock of seeing the terrible event right before her eyes.

Ezryl, aware of Jihan's tension, closes Jihan's eyes using his hands to move from the scene of the accident.

After moving, Ezryl removed his hand from Jihan's face.

As the wind blew softly, Jihan opened her eyes slowly.

Currently they are in a quiet dock that is uninhabited with a vast expanse of blue sea that is being hit by waves.

There was no conversation between them.

The gaze of the two different beings of the world was empty and hollow.

“Ryl,” call Jihan start conversation.

“Do you know what happened to the baby?” continued.

“The baby will grow into a beautiful and carefree girl. His life was full of laughter without any flaws. All his needs are met like a princess.”

“Why? Didn't his mother die? And he's a kara right?”

“You remember that middle-aged woman who got off the car?”

Jihan nodded without answering.

“The woman is a successful businessman and is famous for his abundant wealth. He has been married for 13 years without a child. The baby, taken care of by the woman and her husband with love and affection. They treated the baby like a gem that was hard to find.”

Ezryl's explanation succeeded in making Jihan speechless.

There's a jewel behind the wound.

The future is full of mysteries.

“How about me?” jihan asked curiously as he looked towards Ezryl.

Ezryl breathed deep air.

“Cosong.” Answer Ezryl heavy.

“Cosong?”

“Ya, empty. That's why the gods punish me.”

Jihan did not understand what Ezryl said, she frowned as if she was asking for an answer she could understand.

“Someone who has been determined to die, then, there will be no more scripts that he has to play. My mistake was, letting you stay alive without a script,” Ezryl's voice became hoarse and heavy. There's a tightness that can't be removed.

“Huh,” Jihan snorted, “then, god let me die in a very bad state?!”

“If god is fair, if god is the best scriptwriter, then why is my script the worst?!” move with full emotion.

Jihan's eyes bulged with stiffened jaws.

“You know! Ever since I was a child, I have never felt happy! I never called dad! I never eat right! I never really enjoyed life! D-dan. Gods really wedge-“

“Enough!” Ezryl cut off Jihan's conversation while hugging the angry body.

“I know all this is heavy, but don't make it heavy because you curse the god,” Ezryl stroked the soft hair of Jihan, “cry. Cry as if this is your last cry. Take it out, let out your anger, throw all the tightness in your chest, then you get up, and create the script you want to live by. Because of the god's script, you're done with it. That's why I and Aideen are in your life. So you can choose which script you want to live.”

The Duarrrr!

The waves hit the rock during the break of Jehan's tears that had been bearable. The unlucky girl vented a cry that had been held right on the chest of the field of a man who was supposed to take his life.

The roar of the waves accompanied by the whirring of the wind, became a melodious song welcoming the sky that began to inflate.

Two people with a script of life are unlucky in the past, trying to relieve bitterness through drowning twilight.

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