Cold Man And Miss Stone
11. I'm waiting for you [REVISED]
"Gee!"
Emilia did not turn around or stop. He pointed the hose at Samuel's car tire, rubbing it with his own hands so that the mud there disappeared.
It seems like it was because of the hollow roads in the village. There were a few puddles of water that he passed through until the mud hardened on the tires.
"Hey! Ema!"
Before the hand touched her shoulder, Emilia had already turned around. Hold it a little hard.
It was spontaneous. Not because of the trauma, but because Emilia had to take care of herself.
His instinct was to have Emilia kill who touched his shoulder now.
"Sorry." Samuel squatting. "Your face is wounded. Let's treat it first."
"I'm hungry." Emilia let go of Samuel's hand and went back to work.
"Ema, I don't forbid you to eat. Let's treat that, eat then—"
"I've told you three times. I'm not a beggar." Emilia squinted to more clearly see if it was clean. "I'll finish and eat. Go."
Instead of leaving, Samuel stayed there.
Emilia is skilled at ignoring someone. So he moved, shifted to wash the tires afterwards.
"You will do whatever I ask as a condition of your wages?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"After this, don't touch my car again. Just stay in the room unless I tell you to come out."
"Yes." Yeah."
As her eyes stared at the flow of water from the hose, Emilia thought of only one thing.
Patience .. is important before retribution.
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In her room alone, Emilia sat staring at the void of the floor.
Samuel told him to stay in the room after Emilia had taken the food. She said Emilia would be called in if Samuel needed to, so don't go out looking for a job.
Emilia doesn't care.
His eyes were only focused on staring at something that he had arranged in his head.
His purpose came to this place only to find the gap of Samuel Ahkam. How can he be obedient to Senior Mahesa.
Emilia should not waste time, energy and thoughts on anything else.
Just focus on Samuel.
Therefore Emilia fell asleep quietly. Dreaming of his childhood when Mahesa came to visit and taught Emilia to play chess.
"Between being good or evil, which one do you prefer, Emil?"
And Mahesa laughed back. "What's your excuse, Little Girl?"
"Because good can be weak."
Being good means being compassionate.
Being good means loving.
Being good means caring.
It's not.
That's not the way to play on Emilia's chessboard.
Don't express. Don't show emotion. Don't upset. Don't grieve. Do not feel hurt or tortured.
Weakness is the greatest enemy of a victor's life.
Emilia opened her eyes calmly after she finished preparing herself.
Staring at the black shadow in front of him who was jolted in surprise.
Before she could react, Emilia threw a poisonous needle at her face. But as it was dark and Emilia did not see clearly, the needle did not stick.
Just make him squash, back off to avoid.
What Emilia wanted.
His reaction slowed because of the needle. Giving Emilia enough time to kick her hard. Twist the man's hand and snatch the weapon in his hand.
"I'm waiting for you from yesterday." Emilia pointed a gun at the masked man's face. "Copper two choices. Tell me who told you and I'll set you free. Or die after I break your finger."
He rebelled. Unwilling to make a sound until Emilia pressed her back.
"My eyes are very short-sighted. So forgive me for not being able to see clearly."
Emilia's hand moved to her mouth as she was about to scream. Emilia did not see clearly just now. So he 'accidentally' pressed too hard until the sound of a broken bone was heard.
"Speak."
"Mr Arga," whispered the man biting. "Mr Arga the—"
Emilia put her hand into the man's mouth, pulling her neck violently back.
Emilia's hands were covered in saliva as it came out of her mouth.
"My eyes are myopic," said Emilia once again, "so I didn't know there was a needle in my hand. Better not swallow it."
"...."
"And next time don't believe it if someone says they'll let you live after attacking them. That's a very real lie. Trust me."
Emilia. Pass through the body that is not moving it to enter the bathroom.
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