FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
[ Horror] [Mystery] K u r i r (Ninth Round - End )
#9
Zainal Abidin Al-Kathiri, opened his eyelids. He found himself firmly tied to a small, damp room. It took a long time to adjust to the room. He was dizzy, his vision was twitched – fireflies and his right temple was very sick, the blood red and black still pouring profusely on the wound. He had a pretty severe concussion.
At a distance of about 3 meters, Zain could see a maniacal woman standing behind him. The woman observed the eyes of a sharp knife glittering – flashes struck by the light of the lamp.
“Yes... Yessy, what are you doing ?” zain asked withstanding the pain, his voice trembled and his body trembled violently.
“You killed my brother, Fera... The police let you roam free. If the law is unable to touch you, then .. I am the one who asked for justice for my brother,” said the woman as she turned her back, walking towards the young man of Arab descent. A horrible grin was clearly drawn on his face. In the young man's eyes, Yessy used to be a beautiful and gentle woman who always accompanied him wherever he went, but, now she was like an angel who was ready to take his life in – hours.
“Sreth !”
The voice sounded for a moment, knew – knew the kitchen knife had been soaked by fresh blood spurting down the floor partially splashed onto Yessy's face, the skin on Zain's chest opened. The young man screamed in pain, his eyes bulging. The woman seemed to not care, her pair of sharp and cold eyes towards Zain who shouted – shouted while struggling – thrashing about to break away from the shackles that bound her.
"allaenati! laenat amra'atin! sa'adfae lak eidat maraat muqabil sikik hadha. 'ant eahirat allaena !! " say in Arabic.
( “Keparat ! Fucking woman ! I will reply many times – times for your actions. Fucking whore fuck!!” )
“Just look at your situation now ! Your life is on the tip of the horn but your tongue is still sharp ! Let's see, sharper where ... Your tongue or my knife is !” yessy said as she forcefully opened the young man's mouth. As soon as the mouth opened, he pulled out his tongue with jagged pliers, and ...
“Crash ..”
The blade moved quickly, cutting off Zain's tongue which was now grimacing in pain. In addition to a pair of bulging eyes enduring the pain, his – veins bulged out. Sick and angry, she does not accept Yessy's treatment. That is what can be described through the water.
Yessy threw the pliers still clamping the pieces of Zain's tongue to the floor. Take a bag of plastic containing shiny white powder, then say, “You fed my brother with this powder, didn't you ? What if you're alone crammed with this powder ? Um... try half a kilo first, yes !” he said as he stuffed the bag into Zain's mouth, “Telan !” he snapped while continuing to insert the powder and the plastic. He did not care how much the young man's face turned blue, coughing up – coughs or chokes, his goal was obviously to put all the cocaine into Zain's esophagus.
Yessy grimaced, as though her pair of eyes were wet with tears. Revenge has burned his whole soul and body. Still vividly imagined in his mind all the bitter events that have changed his life as well as his brother. The memories are like a slide of a movie scene playing over and over – reload.
***
It was Covid 19, spreading across the country. Many large companies do PHK on their employees. Yessy and Fera are two of the many employees who are victims of the PHK. They are no longer able to meet the needs of their lives are increasingly soaring. Fera had to support her 3 children after her divorce from her husband.
Eric Yeung, one of the most determined young CEOs, is unyielding in the face of such an uncertain situation. Finally, opened the Ok Go freight service office, engaged in the field of freight forwarding. The brilliant young man in a short time managed to get his company to the top when many other companies – companies were on the verge of collapse.
Eric Yeung doesn't stop here. He expanded the wings of his company to various regions at home and abroad. Busy with his business, the young CEO appointed his close friend Zainal Abidin Al-Kathiri to handle one of the subsidiaries. Unfortunately, Eric Yeung chose the wrong person. In the previous chapter –, it has been told how Ok Go, which was originally engaged in the field of freight forwarding services, switched its function to the office of a seller of illegal goods.
Before Zainal headed Eric Yeung's company, Fera was already one of Ok Go's couriers. He is comfortable working in the office and intends to include Yessy, his sister as a courier as well. But, fate says another, one day Yessy meets with Zain. The two fell in love, until they became lovers. Zain did not know – knew that Yessy was Fera's sister. Make their relationship stretch.
During Zain's time as a lover, Yessy was following what the young man had said. Until one day, there was an event that made his heart feel slashed – sayat sembilu. He was taken to a remote place and saw his brother being snatched by cocaine, raped alternately by some of Zain's men, while he was asked to record the scene. If there was no Zain beside him, perhaps he would have balked at their request. However, he knew who the young man named Zain was. A spoiled, cruel, ambitious and brutal youth. In order to fulfill his ambition, the heart to do anything to torture and even kill anyone who stands in his way.
Yessy was forced to record the scene, while, in her heart, she cried bitterly and was determined to avenge Zain's treatment of her brother. For the sake of revenge, he was willing to become the lustful slave of the young man of Arab descent, however, there were no more words of love and affection in his heart.
“Kak, I'm sorry. I was forced to do it, but, don't worry I will return this heartache later, when the time comes,” Yessy said to her brother before Zain took her away from the place. Furthermore, he did not know what happened to his brother, which he knew after experiencing the incident Fera disappeared somewhere. Either alive or dead.
Yessy was trying to find out the whereabouts of her brother through Pak Pomo who that night was also experiencing physical violence to suffer from disability. Together with him, he tries to gather – pieces of hard evidence to drag Zain to the green table or at least this news gets to Eric Yeung's ears.
But, somehow, after successfully dragging Zain to the authorities, the young Arab was not touched by the law.
Yessy's anger explodes, she chooses to abandon all her dark and ill-gotten work, especially Zain despite the fact that there is a fear of haunting her every day. Afraid to meet Zain and his – people while waiting. And, that moment has arrived.
Zain got into his trap, the young man's hands and feet were firmly tied. Yessy who had already been burned by the fire of revenge and hatred tormenting him was exhausted –.
***
[PLEASE ATTENTION !! IN THIS SECTION THERE ARE ELEMENTS OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, MUTILATION AND THE LIKE. THE AUTHOR HOPES THAT READERS WILL FIND IT WISELY ]
After smothering Zain with cocaine, the young man's body turned pale blue, his eyes wide, empty. His body is no longer moving – motion again, countless how many milli grams or even kilos of cocaine that have been absorbed in his body. Obviously, his body was unable to digest the powder – cocaine powder, on his mouth full of foam.
Yessy stared intently and coldly at Zain who had already been stretched out into the corpse.
“You asked, what am I going to do, right ? I will answer it now even if your ears can't hear what – is anymore. I cut your body, I took out all the contents, I replaced with – items of this illegal goods so that no more people suffer from it, so that no more people suffer from it,” Yessy said as she grabbed a meat-cutting knife that had been prepared on a table where Zain was tied.
Yessy's body trembled violently, her pair of eyes flashed – terrifying lightning and...
“Sreth... sreth... sreth.
The blade had already pierced Zain's stomach, blood spurting out, partially drenching Yessy's body. The crazy beautiful woman began to give a long incision on the stomach and stopped on the chest. He took out the whole organ in Zain and put it in a cauldron of boiling water. After the open body part was felt clean, he put cocaine, methamphetamine –, marijuana and the like into the body and sewed it neatly.
On the other hand, Yessy's heart shattered into – pieces, countless number of times bitter memories flashed in her mind. He and his brother tried to improve their fate by working: his brother as a courier and he was willing to become a PSK. But who would have thought they would have to suffer a worse fate. He took a gas-filled jirigen and wetted all the rooms with the gasoline. Lastly, he doused Zain's body with gasoline.
“Bu Lasmi, may want to buy your entire internal organs that weigh more than one kilo. Goodbye, Zain.. I hope, will not meet a human like you again in this world,” while saying so, he took a lighter, lit it and while the fire is still burning, the lighter was thrown carelessly.
When Yessy came out, the house that had left behind bitter and sweet memories was engulfed by the red whiz. Burn all – things.
***
The morning ...
I, Mr. Pomo and Ella returned to the iron dump – scrap metal that we had visited some time ago. After walking for a long time, I came to a place. The place was secluded, many wild plants, vines and weeds were growing densely. Apparently, the place is the only – that is rarely touched by the hands of – human hands. Iron – scrap iron laid scattered pile – stacking no clutter. Part of the iron surface of – iron was enveloped by vines. Suddenly my hair goosebumps looking around. Not only me, but the same feeling was felt by Ella and Mr. Pomo.
“El... do you carry a phone ?” my many.
“Iya, I brought it, Raisa... why ?”
“I can ask you to call the fire department, the police or whatever. Apparently, we found something,”.
Although Ella and Pomo were astonished, Ella nodded and her finger – fingers pressed the keypad.
And...
No less than 20 minutes, the car showed up and I explained everything to one of the officers.
After going through a fairly tough negotiation, finally some damkar officers began to work chopping, cutting and getting rid of – wild plants. After working for about an hour, it looks like an orange VW car, rusty and shagged on the front. The foul smell immediately smelled, some Damkar officers vomited – vomited, some checked every inch of the place, looking for the source of the smell by wearing a mask.
They found a corpse dressed in Ok Go courier clothes, female and on the left chest listed the name label. Even though it is obsolete, I can clearly see the 4-letter beam listed there “FERA”. The state of the corpse seems partly rotted and crawled maggots, worms, centipedes and flies. Everyone who saw the wound – the same wound – can equally draw the conclusion that this woman has experienced sexual violence.
So, thus ....
Fera was found dead and sad. That day his body was taken to a nearby hospital for autopsy. A few days later, the family took him home to be buried properly.
Yessy disappeared somewhere, her murder and arson remain a mystery to the police.
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E P I L O G :
The crazy beautiful woman walked down the quiet and dark streets. He turned three to four times until he arrived at a simple house with a signboard hanging on the front fence WARUNG BU LASMI. He raised his right hand and knocked on the door. The door opened, a 4-year-old woman. He smiled kindly, letting the woman who was none other than Yessy in.
“Mbak Yessy.. “ greet the woman.
“Bu Lasmi, this is no offal... might be used for additional side dishes on the mother's food menu,” Yessy said while thrusting a black plastic bag.
“Oh, thank you, mbak... any side dish, if it has arrived at this shop will be a delicious menu,” said the woman who was called by the name of Miss Lasmi while receiving it, “How much should I pay for it, mbak ?”
“Free, mom.... “ Reply Yessy.
“That's right, this mbak is more than one kilo, lo...”
“Nothing – what, bu... it's true – true free,” says Yessy.
Miss Lasmi looked at Yessy in – deep, hard to guess what dancing – nari in her mind. He laughed, “Thank you, yes, Ms. Yessy. Oya, if there is human flesh that if more, you can give it to this shop. Don't worry, I dare to pay dearly for it, especially if the meat is human flesh – hypocritical and evil-hearted humans. I'd be happy to receive it,”
Yessy gasped, initially thinking that the stall was only selling goat meat, cattle, chicken and the like. But, it turns out ...
He laughed, his heart was half-dead excited, met with slaughter especially for – bad-hearted people even though in front of him looked pious.
“Good, ma'am... I agree,” said Yessy while thrusting her hand, Miss Lasmi welcomed her and regretted her strong – strong. “Thank you, mbak Yessy ..”
Their laughter broke the silence of the night, silencing the sound of – animals of the night as if they were horrified to hear their conversation. WARUNG BU LASMI, will later be a silent witness to the massacre of – people who claimed to be good, right and immune to the law. But the truth is: A SHEEP-FURLED WEASEL. HYPOCRITES. DISPERSAL OF HATRED AND DIVISION.
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(Thursday, 05 Dec 2022 )
Finally ....
After going through a long and heavy process, finally, the COURIER finished as well...
While waiting for the review process of the noveltoon, the readers who are generous and happy, if they are pleased, can reread the story that I have uploaded.
The courier ends in volume five and continues to WARUNG BU LASMI story in the form of chat story. I uploaded the story once before the courier was finished.
Thanks to the readers who have been patient waiting for the continuation of the story also provide support to me in any form either like, follow, comment and share...
Warung Bu Lasmi does not have anything to do with Couriers at all. But, enough to make the author shudder.
After this I will continue writing (Terried ) In the village of Nakampe Gading that has long been mangkrak, also Alas Sewu Dino and so forth. In addition, I will also make light stories on the sidelines of my free time.
And, if in the story of the Courier is a typo, or even offended certain parties, I apologize profusely. In my little heart, there is absolutely no intention of that.
See you in another story. I still ask for cooperation from you all to set aside time to read, comment, follow and share. Thanks for the willingness.
Greetings from the Author
Thursday, 05 January 2023