Calm Down's! Mr. Psychos!

Calm Down's! Mr. Psychos!
Sweet Lie


Flashback 2 years ago.


"God! Not this one! This isn't Varsha Alcohol!"


The woman looked towards the confused looking girl taking in her medicinal warehouse.


"But this too has no color," replied the girl who put her back.


"Alcohol has a smell? It doesn't smell either, does it?" camilla asked who was staring at the girl and back saving her.


"What's this for?" ask the girl who followed towards the woman who was old enough.


"You're this, too many questions. If someone is given this he can die." said his ketus and that's how he spoke.


The girl didn't listen because she just thought she was following her.


"So this is poison? Aunty said so let me not ask, right?" sometimes the question is annoying.


"You're! Wasn't it! Ethionine is odorless and tasteless, there used to be a patient who came with liver damage because his child wrongly gave him the drug to be mixed into his drink." his words explained that because he was a former nurse in the hospital.


"He poisoned his parents?" ask her curiously.


"I think no, the patient did have medicine mixed into his drink but his son gave it wrong, too late to know" Camilla explained.


"Now, treat Estelle's feet first, although she did not cry for sure her taste will still hurt" said her who gave the drugs she had prepared.


"Yes, I'll buy aunt P3K box so it's not in the concoction in the warehouse again" said her sweet smile to the old woman.


"I don't need your money!" his words were always ketus although he loved the girl and considered her as his own daughter.


Flashback off


......................


One Week later


Damian Mansion.


The woman sat in the large garden alone, now he prefers to be in chains and wait for his son to come rather than being able to walk freely yet he has someone to be a chain to his.


"He's gonna kill Estelle..."


"No! Can't! I have to protect Estelle! My estelle can't get hurt!"


The woman muttered as she looked at the absurd photos she had printed from the card on her son's camera.


He is afraid and fear that is too big will be something that explodes so that it can make him do something that is outside of his wishes.


"I have to kill him first..."


"Estelle I have to live..."


Anna continued muttering alone, those pretty nails clawing at her own hands, a scowl in the mind that she should not even dare to think about.


"How's it?"


"What is har-"


The deg!


"Etionin.." murmured her softly who remembered something.


Something he had heard from someone if it could harm someone.


"A. I can use it..."


Anna murmured, she was nervous and getting scared but the contents of the head that had wanted to come out was slowly making the fear was swallowed up by her own.


Anna murmured, he could not go out but he was given the freedom to be able to shop as much as he wanted.


But if he buys it himself will be found out, right?


...


A servant was preparing and cleaning up all the invisible dust that was in that place.


The beautiful blue-eyed tail glanced towards her and stared at her for a moment.


The waiter began to get nervous, his usual woman from the wife of the owner of the mansion never noticed her or his other servants.


And he was still a new servant in that high-paying place.


Prangs!


The expensive vase broke on the floor.


The girl flinched, she immediately cleared her and stared fearfully then looked back down again.


"Ma.pardon me madam." said her softly while cleaning the shards of the vase.


There was no answer, Anna silently did not answer him at all and looked at the waiter he rarely met or maybe he was not so attentive to all the servants in the magnificent mansion.


"Who's your name?" ask her in a calm tone to the girl.


"I.. Ivana madam.." replied the girl so nervously.


Anna nodded, asking nothing more of the 21-year-old girl.


"You have to replace it, the price is very expensive" said Anna who looked at the waiter who happened to make a mistake in front of her.


Ivana flinched, she got more scared and certainly nervous when she heard her change.


"Why? Unable? If you can't do it you can do something else and I'll turn a blind eye to the matter" said Anna, who stared at the young maid.


"Eh? A.. what should I do?" he asked nervously while looking at the girl who looked like she was staring at him.


"I'll tell you, you need to do something, but Lucas shouldn't know" said the man, who stared at the waiter.


Ivana was more surprised, I he worked in that place of course he already knew what happened and all the servants have been given sessions that will not be possible to make them can say something.


"That can't be. You know?" his question was nervous because he knew the master who meant more terrible than his young and beautiful mistress.


"Yes, you don't dare?" asked Anna once again who was staring at the frightened and nervous servant.


"Ta. but I..." Ivana must be scared.


He was afraid if his mistress told him to do something that his master did not like and in the end he was the one affected.


"Ma. forgive me! Ta. but I can't help madam to get out!" his words were kneeling because he thought Anna wanted to ask him to help her out when that was not what he wanted.


"Yes, I know." replied Anna exhaling softly when she realized the servant's fear.


"You scared?" asked Anna again.


There was no answer at all but that trembling hand became a voiceless answer.


"You'd rather die now? Wouldn't he rather die later? Give your answer until tomorrow." said Anna who then looked at the waiter.


"Put the vase in the nightstand next to my reading table until 2pm and if it's not there then I assume you'll replace it and..."


"I'll report to my husband that you've done negligent duty" Anna continued.


He could not persuade her because it would not give the impression of intimidation and of course he learned it from someone.


Ivana fell silent, she was really afraid of what the lady who was the wife of the owner of the big mansion she cleaned.


If his master knew then he could have been unlucky and if he thought it might have found the same end.


"Dead now or die later? I don't want to die!" said the frustrated Ivana.


...


At 10:35 pm


The blue eyes were staring at the nanar, his face was starting to pale and also the hair was wet from sweat.


"Uhhh!"


That heavy sounding voice was in his ears, a warm breath as well as a powerful stomp.


The hand of the beautiful fingernail slowly loosened no longer clawed at the man's arm in front of her.


The cup!


The sound of a clinging kiss was heard after the noise of the bed, the level of the neck was the center of the target of the light kiss.


"Can we rest?" asked Anna softly who was staring at the ceiling of her room.


Lucas moved, he rolled to the side of his woman and then turned his head.


"You tired?" ask her in a lower voice while rubbing the child's hair on the sweaty face.


Anna did not answer, she threw away her gaze. He didn't know if he should really hate that guy or not.


The traumatic feelings that made her dependent on the man were still there, the unfinished toxic relationship was still established.


"Luc? I want to ask.." said Anna Lirih who then looked at the husband.


Lucas did not answer but looked at his woman, he slept next to her and faced her with his head resting on one hand.


"You love me?" asked Anna who was staring at the man.


"Yes, I love you." Lucas replied quickly without a second thought.


"I married you and touched you when I used to throw up with someone else's touch" continued the man who stared at the woman in front of him.


"But can't love Estelle?" asked Anna who was staring at the man.


The hand that rubbed the woman's head stopped like it was being paused.


The gaze that had just begun to soften and warm was now cold again.


"Yes, I can't love that boy."


"Although he may be a part of you or of me" replied Lucas who did not deny it at all.


"That color you want him dead? To dominate me? Because I belong to you, and no one should be close to me, whoever it is." said her softly who looked towards the husband.


"Yes, I've been saying it since the beginning. I know I'm going to be a bad parent so I don't want him to be born first." replied Lucas who absolutely does not deny anything.


Anna was silent for a moment, she stared at the man and looked at him softly.


"You got bad parents? I heard that children who grow up with bad parents will have traumatic feelings that then reject the child when they grow up" said Anna, who stared at her husband.


"No, I don't have that kind of trauma." said Lucas, who didn't know that his own childhood was what kept him stuck in the same place.


His true feelings of fear and invisible sympathy for his descendants, his way of protecting himself and also the 'son' he had and he rejected.


Anna no longer aired anything, she was silent until the silence of the night began to swallow her.


Lucas said whatever else, he kissed his wife on the forehead and then hugged the little body.


"Aren't you sleepy? Let's just go to sleep? Don't talk about other people while being together" said Lucas who can be soft as long as there is no third-person language including his son.


Anna was silent for a moment, her eyes seemed empty and she felt a warm embrace with the smell of mint and also the body scent that fused into her sense of smell as well as a gentle pat on her back.


"Luc? I don't love you, I hate you." said Anna softly who sounded like she was muttering but the voice reached the man who was hugging her.


Lucas paused his hand for a moment, he fell silent with a thought that no one could read.


"It's okay if you hate me, you just lie and say you love me" she replied in a whisper, though she knew the girl had no questions but statements.


...


Bend his day.


At 01.34 pm


Anna opened her nightstand, and now she had seen the shards of the vase that yesterday were in the place that she had said even before two in the afternoon.


It's okay if you hate me, you just lie and say you love me.


"Yes..."


"You said that first, me..."


"I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to protect my Estelle..."


Anna muttered with lips that only opened slightly as she said. He was nervous and afraid of his decision but when he thought about his son he could not think of anything sanely.


......................


Three days later


Consultation room.


dr. Dave seemed to catch his breath, he knew an invisible illness was harder to cure than a visible illness.


And cases that never even happen will make treatment more difficult as well.


"I think this could be my last counseling. I'm fine." Lucas replied to the question he heard last time.


"Feeling well doesn't mean you're okay." replied her who stared at the man in front of her.


"Sir? Can I say something?" ask dr. Dave's looking towards his note.


Lucas did not answer but he did not refute or refute her which in other sense let the psychiatrist who handled her talk.


"Can you take your wife for counseling?" ask dr. Dave's on the guy.


Lucas was silent for a moment, he recalled the last time his wife's mental medical record was so bad five years ago.


"No, I don't want to take him out" Lucas said, replying quickly.


dr. Dave no longer says anything, he no longer asks and only allows his client to return.


During the marriage period until now there was no one left to skin or die.


The man seemed to have found what he was looking for and now just focus on it without caring about anything else.


"Even if you don't want to live but again but I hope you will still come" he said, saying hope.


Lucas did not answer, he just turned his head for a moment and then left without saying anything.


dr. Dave took his breath, a man who had no emotions but was obsessed with someone.


Wanting all his attention and love, wanting to be his one-on-one center as he concentrates the woman in his life as well.


Without any barrier and without anyone being able to enter her.


......................


Damian Mansion.


The deg!


The deg!


The deg!


The woman's heart was beating fast, she looked at the man sitting at her desk when it was 10:34 pm and was still awake.


"Why do you see me like that?" asked Lucas who was staring at the wife who was looking at her with a different look.


"No..."


"Aren't you tired?" asked Anna with an awkward smile.


His blue eyes occasionally glanced towards the tea he made and he gave it just now.


"No, if you're here." Lucas replied briefly because he did like it when the woman came and was with him.


"I'm not helping anything here" said Anna, who, though like that, did not get off the couch in the study.


"It's okay, you're here to help me" Lucas replied as he drank his wife's hanga tea.


Anna was silent for a moment, the man began to drink the tea he gave and he mixed additional ingredients that could damage one of the vital organs if consumed periodically.


And of course he asked someone to buy it even though maybe the husband will realize it sooner or later.


"You're not afraid I'll give you poison in his tea?'' anna asked softly and nervously because the man drank her unsuspectingly.


"You want to kill me? Oh yeah, you told me you wanted to do it." Lucas replied as he finished the paperwork in front of him.


"What if I wanted to kill you? You.." said Anna Lirih.


"Then look at me, keep looking at me and don't focus your attention on anything else" said Lucas, who turned his head and looked at his wife.


"Hanya aku..." sambung nya.


Anna was silent for a moment, from the beginning the man only wanted her, but did not want someone he loved and loved more than anything in this world.


"Yes..."


"I will continue to pay attention to you," Anna replied with a slightly trembling vocal cord.


Lucas smiled faintly and then looked towards his documents again.


He knew what was put in and given to him even in the first try because the wife could not hide anything well.


And of course the substance he had found first before it was given to him, he knew and he continued to drink it.


Because as he says, he likes all the time, all the attention and he likes it if the woman's mind is only on her.


Whether it was wrong or right, he was not too disappointed because from the beginning he did think that the woman had never loved him.


Rather than bitter honesty, he would rather believe sweet lies.