Changing Fate: Monster Girl
Chapter 6 - Oh, So It Happened...

“No, I can't lose to both of them. Maybe this was also part of their plan. It means I have to find evidence of the accident. But I think I know where to go?

Glucud! Glucud! Zrashhh...!

Unfortunately, the weather that afternoon was not favorable. Cumulonimbus clouds suddenly filled the sky accompanied by lightning that struck repeatedly. A few minutes later, rain droplets spilled over the earth.

Kyara did not take shelter. His body full of wounds was doused in a very heavy rain. The small and frail body of the woman immediately ran in search of a shade that could protect her temporarily.

"Yeah... A phantom... There's a ghost in the grave..."

The boys, who had been playing ball in the field next to the grave, ran away from Kyara, who was sitting in a grave guard hut.

His heart was frozen. He no longer felt hurt to hear this speech. Nothing else can make him fall.

The rain is starting to stop. But the sky remains dark. The sun had set three minutes ago.

The girl who had just woken up from a coma two days ago, walked stumbling along the wet, muddy streets.

The woman held her stomach. The last time it filled up, was at breakfast in the hospital before he left.

From a distance, he saw the flickering lights. His nose is also able to smell the fragrant smell of onions that are being sauteed, as well as steeping coffee that greatly spoils the sense of smell.

"Ah, it looks like it's a stall" Kyara told herself. The girl quickened her pace.

"Excuse me, Mum. I want to buy..."

“Aaaa... Crazy People! Get out! Out!” the owner of the rice stall kicked Kyara out using his broom.

"I'm not a crazy person, Mom. I just want to buy some bread and mineral water" Kyara said.

“Who is that? Make no appetite,” protest the visitors who are eating instant noodles.

“Look, you made all my visitors run. I will not ask for compensation, but quickly leave here,” expel the woman.

"Mom, we're done. This is all." One of the men put a sheet of money two thousand to the merchant.

"You were eating boiled noodles and sweet tea, right? Any more additions?" said the middle-aged woman.

"Nothing, ma'am," replied the man's customer.

Kyara, who was still there, watched the man closely.

"Then all fourteen thousand. Here's the change." The merchant gave three pieces of money two thousand.

"Wait first. He lied," exclaimed Kyara pointing towards the tall young man.

"What the hell is this crazy guy?" said it.

"He forced the boiled noodles together with a few packets of chips. In his pocket there must be the trash of the wrapper" Kyara said. "From his scent, it seems like he's also just been drinking flavored drinks, like strite or penta."

"Suckers! You're accusing me of stealing?" sniff the man.

"Stay, Mas. This what?" ask a man who is also a visitor of the small shop. His fingers pulled some plastic bags from the pocket of the men's jeans.

"Sat! Why are you following along?" The liar raised his leg kicking the person around him.

Pluck up! Pluck up!

Two cigarettes that are still wrapped neatly, fell from behind his shirt that was slightly tucked into the waist.

"That's what else?" the woman owner of the shop.

"Armghhh... Goddamnit! Just take the change. I'm giving you your cigarette back."

"Hey a minute, man. You still owe this mother five thousand dollars," the helper pulled the liar's collar, then took a bottle of penta that had been set from under the table."

"Oh, so you hid it there?" the merchant floated his broom towards the tall man.

"Sat! Here, I pay. Just so in question." The man threw five thousand dollars, before running out of the stall and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"Thank you, Brother. Sorry I was being rude. I almost lost fifty thousand" the merchant told Kyara.

"It's okay, ma'am," said Kyara.

"Hey, Mom. Is the drama over? Why is that girl still here? We're disgusted to see it."

Ah, the swordsman forgot, if there are still three other customers in his stall.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I just buy this and then I'll get out of here." Kyara relented.

"This is the money, ma'am," they said again.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Kyara said as all customers left the shop. Only one customer still eats. Yeah, that young man who helped out earlier.

"It's okay. Where do we come from these nights?"

"I'm from the funeral, Mom. Visiting..." Kyara stopped her sentence in the middle. No way, right, he said visit his own tomb? Everyone will run scared.

"Visiting my relatives' graves" Kyara continued three seconds later.

"Oh... Why wear clothes like this? Evening-afternoon anyway?"

"I just got hit and have no place to go home. And I just visited his grave."

"Whose tomb is it, Ma'am? Old man, huh? Or a sibling? It's so rare to make a pilgrimage at night like this?" The young man went with the nimbrung.

"Only a relative, from the Andhakara family," Kyara said.

Klang's!

"Andhakara?"

The young man and the merchant were surprised to hear the name. Even the spoon held by the young man had come off.

"Doctor Evan Andhakara?"

"Yes, do Mom and Dad know anything?" ask Kyara. He was quite surprised to see the response of the two people in front of him.

"Not knowing, anyway. But the funeral was a big deal at that time. Even a lot of reporters were covering" the young man replied.

"Why is that?" kyara Fishing.

"Say their daughter who suffered from Down syndrome recklessly brought her own car, then died in an accident. Just this time I saw a funeral attended by important people" the shop owner added.

"But why is it buried in a public cemetery like this, huh? Doesn't the Andhakara family have their own funeral complex?" chirp the young man who just finished finishing his fried rice.

"Aren't they going to shit? He said their daughter was always making trouble since childhood" said the mother.

"Ah, so so the story goes.." muttered Kyara softly and sounded sad.

The young man and the shop owner looked at each other. They forgot that Kyara had just been on a pilgrimage to the tomb they were referring to.

"Sorry. That's not what it means. We only heard the rumors," they hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm just their distant relative. But in the last few weeks I was hit again, so I was late to get information" Kyara said.

"Then excuse me first" continued Kyara while carrying a plastic bag of food for a few days.

"Attent. You said you have no destination? It's late and it's still drizzling. If you want, you can stay at my thrift store tonight." The merchant offered Kyara help.

"Really, Mom?"

"Yes, but just tonight, yeah. At dawn tomorrow you must leave. I don't want to be accused of keeping a selling genie," he said ceplos.

"Jin's selling?" kyara Gumam. "Ah, it's okay, Mom. Tomorrow I'll leave before sunrise. Thank you very much" Kyara said.

"Don't exaggerate. I'm just giving you a barn. Let me take you."

The two women walked through the side of the fence and the chicken coop. Then we arrived at a dark warehouse.

"Nih, the lamp is blocked and some used negligee for you. Change your clothes immediately. Your chest is clearly printed."

Kyara hurriedly looked down. He forgot that the only shirt he had was wet from the rain.

"Thank you, Mom. I'll give it back tomorrow morning."

"No need. The clothes are ugly. If there's no you, I've made a washcloth."

Kyara smiled. The woman looks like a judge. But he's actually very kind.

 A few moments later...

"He's in there. The monster girl" said a woman outside the warehouse.

(Connected)