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CHAPTER 22

The wall clock struck twice. It's two o'clock in the morning in the room of Fairro Apartment on the fifth floor. 

“Wah...Whoa...What the hell is he doing? Too bad my bro this one, he's gone crazy because of the girl.” Anggra shook his head – shook his head looking at Fairro like a stressed person, smashing his fist against the wall of the room over and over again, the blood melted from his fist was not cared for by Fairro, or maybe Fairro was no longer able to feel it because the pain was not comparable to the pain in his heart wound so deep.

“Gue...I hurt Nania...I hurt Nania...This fucking disease has ruined everything...Everything...” says – words it repeats – re-attached Fairro. “Gue thought...I think all will be well – fine...I think I can handle my illness...Ta's..But apparently I can't...I can't..”

Fairro's body slumped to the floor.

“I'm sorry, Nania...I'm sorry...I beg...Forgive me..”

Anggra did not dare to approach his twin brother. But there was something on Anggra's face that was not as usual. The crumpled gondrong-haired youth was silent – quietly disappeared in the darkness of the corner of that apartment room.

“Ke...Whyyy?...Why was I born like this? I love Nania...I´m...I don't want to lose Nania...Ta's...But I also don't want to harm him..” Fairro was so miserable, the gondrong smashed his fist again into the wall. “It's no use living me if I can't be with him.”.

“You must indeed die...Because you should not exist..” a hoarse voice arrived – arrived startling Fairro.

Fairro was struck by the appearance of a wrinkled white face close to him, a terrible face that was lying under Fairro's bed the other day. The ashes were wide open to hear Fairro say he wanted to die.

“I will help you to die faster.” the figure looks very old but the movement is still nimble. He grabbed Fairro's body and took him to the window of the room Fairro Apartment which arrived – just arrived wide open. A cold early morning wind blew into the room of the fifth floor apartment.

Eyes of ash – ashes Fairro mendelik surprised to get half of himself already hanging outside the window of his apartment. Fairro's long hair was dyed to the wind. The hard cement of the parking lot of the apartment building as if waiting for Fairro's body to plunge on it.

The old creature was like crawling at Fairro's feet, chuckling – horrible chuckles.

“Our task will be completed if you die...My Lord the King will surely be pleased.” hiss the creature was pleased.

Fairro just complained long hearing it.

The creature again chuckled, his hoofed hands – long nails loosened his grip on Fairro's legs, making Fairro's body sag a few more inches from the window. Fairro inevitably shudder also the result, the gondrong spontaneously shouted stifled.

“Goodbye damned child!” grin the creature with a satisfied tone.

Fairro closed his eyes resignedly as the monstrous ancient being released his hand from Fairro's body.

The gondrong slid down from the fifth floor of the apartment building, passing through the fourth floor quickly, past the third, second floor...

Zree!!

Before Fairro's body kissed the cement of the parking lot, – arrived as a white shadow grabbed Fairro's body.

“You're not dead yet...Indra's child must not die.” said the white shadow when he had brought Fairro sitting in the corner of the building Apartment yard, hidden from anyone's sight.

“Shh...Shit..” Fairro cursed, half muttering.

The smell of jasmine flowers so densely out of the body of a white shadow that turned out to be a woman of long-haired sweet-haired, oriental-faced creatures who always follow Fairro, in the parking lot of the Cafe, in front of the cemetery, in front of the cemetery, in the bathroom the other day. The woman stroked Fairro's face, making the gondrong sting because the woman's hand was cold.

“I do not think that you are the child of Indra.” whispered the delicate creature woman. “I...I didn't expect...The Pentagram Necklace...Oohs...I've been looking for you and your twin brother everywhere...I didn't think you were here...And your twin brother...Ooh..”

Fairro looked at the delicate female eyes, which were shaped like Almond nuts, wide open, glassy – glasses full of tears. The woman then cried with a voice that set up my hair for anyone who heard it, not least Fairro.

The gondrong closed his eyes resignedly as the delicate woman pulled his body and hugged him tightly – tightly. Let it...Let me die...Fairro. Because there is no point in living...It's all ruined...