Creepy Stories Of Eszed
LONGING

Piss off! I really am burning with anger.

Because of his magic, Mas Bram no longer looked me in the eye when I tried to talk to him, even when we were eating food.

Because of its influence, I had to fall asleep alone without any warm talk that often done by harmonious families. Only television can fill my time before I fall asleep.

Because of his whisper, my husband was only able to get out a word or two for me. And he did it very flatly, like there was no more love there.

Warm tears that flow slowly on the cheeks, describing how empty my life has been in recent years. My husband is not like before. He took all the happiness and warmth of this family. Absolutely savage!

I really miss him being back to how he used to be. Missing the scent of her body while hugging my body, longing for the gentle caress of my hands when touching the blur of my hair, longing for loving eyes.

But all is lost not left to me because of his presence. Even if he can do better for me, I'm sincere if I have to be with him. It's okay if we have to share the affection, but don't make it away from me. It's not fair to feel.

I grabbed my phone to send a message to my husband. Thank goodness he looks online right now.

[*Mas .... ]

[ Yes? ]

[You've eaten, Mom? ]

[ Already* ]

I waited, one minute, two minutes, even thirty minutes, but he didn't want to make small talk to answer my questions. Pain .... I feel I am not married to anyone despite being crowned as a wife.

Back again my finger touched the phone screen with hope.

[*Mas .... ]

[ Yes? ]

[Do you love me? ]

[ Sure. ]

[Lying, ah. ]

[ Already. Don't start*. ]

Hates. That was the only response, but I expected more. It must be because of him. Damn damned! If I knew he was going to take over my family, I wouldn't have let my husband stay close to him in the first place.

My eyes are dark, my chest is tight. I can no longer resist the hatred for both of them. I've prepared it since, a big butcher knife. Strong enough to separate small bones with a single slash. I used to use it when I cut some parts of the cow's leg for my husband's favorite soup.

Brak!

A loud bang echoed throughout my kitchen room. Fresh blood flowed slowly and I was amazed to see it. The red color really makes me feel excited. I quickly picked up my phone and sent a message to my husband.

[*Mas .... ]

[What else is*? ]

Czechoslovak.

I took a photo of the finger piece I had separated from the owner. The tiny index finger of the woman my husband loved, and sent it.

[*What is this?! ]

[Unknown? Have a good look, Mas*. ]

In my heart, I am truly happy. Just this time he asked, whereas previously only I had always tried to ask him to start a conversation.

[Wait a minute. That it? ]

Before I could return the message, Mas Bram called me. Tangisku. This time he tried to call me. She did love that woman, I glanced back at the prodigal index of the pitiful woman who covered her mouth in pain because I had to force her to part from her finger. Her tears are falling, but I don't care.

"Don't fuck around, miss. I don't like you messing around." My husband's voice was panicking.

"No, Mas. This is right," and then I switched to a video call, so I could show my husband clearly. "How, Mas? Right?" while fiddling with that finger over my palm.

"Stop that, now!" mas Bram Benthic Hysterical.

This time I was really happy. This is the longest sentence I've heard my husband in years after his appearance. I'm on my knees, not caring about the few drops of bloodstains that will dirty my dress. This is my happy cry.

*The cold wind that afternoon hit my face gently. I casually spent lunch waiting for Riska, a friend at High School. 'Someone wants to meet you, tomorrow we meet at the cafe near your office, ' the message from him last night read. We promised to meet this afternoon, in this place.

"Include, here. My cousin" he said as I let the two sit down.

Bram. Ripe sapodilla colored skin with slightly brownish colored eyes. Not too handsome, but an athletic and supple body makes it easy for anyone to like. Mas Bram admits to having been watching me for a long time, and he asks Riska to introduce him to me more closely*.

"D-l-yes?"

"I'll be there!" mas Bram Benthak.

Deg ....

My heart is beating fast. If just because of that little finger made it have to come right away, what if I give it more? Yeah, I want more than that. I clasped the knife tightly back.

Braaakk!

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" The sound filled the room. Sounds like it hurts a lot.

Damnit damnit! Pisauku is not working. Just cut off the flesh but not the bones. I can't separate it. Just this time I found out that human bones are this strong.

Mas Bram who from earlier saw my actions from the video call began to scream incoherently. To him it was creepy, to me like a giver of spirit. What a beautiful harmony.

I ran away from Mas Bram who was still connected, towards the warehouse that was on the side to look for something stronger. I should get her so she doesn't bleed to death before I split her arm. If he were to die, it wouldn't be this bad. I just want to hear the words that come out of Mas Bram's mouth more.

The cold surface of the axe coated with a little rust caught my attention. Immediately I grabbed and ran back to where it was, right in front of Mas Bram. When he saw me holding the thing, his face became even more panicked. It was as if he was looking at a cold-blooded killer who was ready to pluck out a person's heart using only his fingernails.

Braaaaaaaaaakk!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." The roaring curl sounded even firmer at this moment, along with the break of the woman's arm.

I can still see the small movements on his tiny fingers even though it is no longer connected to the owner. There was a small burst of blood coming out from the piece. I take a slow breath enjoying the drops.

"*Do you not want to get married?" ask Bram to me.

"Something time .. obviously want to. Which woman doesn't want to get married?" answer me

"What about me?" said Mas Bram while opening a small red box made of velvet. "You want to be my wife, Miss?"

I cried not believing his words. Exactly a year after we were dating she gave me that thing. The beautiful gold ring she had pinned to my finger, after I had cleared her question. His sudden invitation made me feel really special*.

Teeeeeeeeeeeetee.

"Shoppers! Step aside from you." The horn and swearing from Mas Bram made noise.

Apparently he was already on his way to this house. I was sitting limp on the kitchen floor, to catch my breath to strongly launch the next action. I did not feel my tears spilled apologizing to the handless woman I had made in such a way because of my disappointment with Mas Bram. I'm not sorry, just apologizing. There's nothing to be sorry about right now.

The woman just sat down quietly without saying anything. Only tears that flowed profusely spoke to show how much pain he was in.

"Wait a minute, baby. It won't be long." I encouraged her to stay alive because I saw her face turn pale because she had lost a lot of blood.

Deg ....

My heartbeats became irregular again after hearing the sound of a car approaching into the yard of the house. Clasping my knife tightly get ready for the end of the story.

"Hindu! Where are you?!" mas Bram shouted after opening the door of the house with a spare key that he always kept down.

"In-here" I replied timidly hiding behind the kitchen table.

**tak ....

Not** ....

Mas Bram's shoe tracks are coming towards me. I'm getting less and less made, all wrong like a teenager who just first felt in love.

Now he stood before the woman. His face was tangled and panicked, tears were flowing more profusely than when I saw him from my phone. He slowly lifted and embraced the woman.

"What are you doing, Miss?" lirih Mas Bram.

I didn't answer anything, just stunned to see Mas Bram treat that woman. Stroked and smacked his forehead like he always did to me. Swiped the woman's tears gently to reduce the pain a little.

"Sick, honey?" asked Mas Bram with tears falling non-stop.

The woman simply shook her head gently trying to pull out a sentence slowly from her tiny lips. Perhaps this is the last sentence that Mas Bram will hear.

"If you marry again one day. Please don't waste her like me. Your phone and everything in it occupied you and took away the happiness of our household."

Mas Bram nodded weakly holding back the tightness and uttered a million apologies to the body that had almost lost its life.

"But it's okay, it's replaced now. I'm glad to see you like this, Mom" I said and closed my eyes with a dropped hand hanging from a knife that stuck into the chest cavity before my husband opened the door.

Good bye, Mom. My wounded heart and I are gone. If she was a woman, it might not be me who would die today.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖**