Marlangens
CHAPTER 33

Karla's fall became a trending topic on campus, even as police and ambulances came to evacuate the scene of many student and student cases to see Karla's body at the evacuation. I was astonished by them, deliberately crammed to see the corpse in a terrible condition.

At that time eyewitnesses to the incident that happened to Karla of course checked especially me, some children reported to the police on duty that I had a fight with Karla before she fell.

"You're Marlangen?" ask a policeman who looks young.

"Yes, sir, I am Marlangen" I replied politely.

"Tell me about your meeting with the victim before the incident." That police order.

I also told him everything that happened before without me reducing and adding. I didn't have to lie because I wasn't wrong.

After interrogating me, the police left by thanking me for my cooperation in the investigation. As I was about to walk home, someone blocked my hand. It turns out that guy was Adit.

"You're okay, right?" ask him with a voice.

"I'm fine, Dit," I replied in surprise.

Suddenly Adit pulled my hand, making me hit his field.

"I think you're doing why. I'm so worried. But thank God you're okay" said Adit, still hugging me and kissing my hair.

I just silently shook, it felt like my heart was beating so fast that I was afraid Adit would hear it. For the first time I was hugged by a man who was not who I was. I don't know why it feels so comfortable. But I realized this on campus, I also let go of Adit's embrace even though it felt not willing.

"I.iyaa it's okay," I reply no less misbehavior.

Finally after chatting for a while I say back to Adit, actually Adit forced to take me but I still refused. I've decided to stay away from everyone before my problem is over.

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I walked down the street alone, looking at the crowd of the capital. Being in this crowded place the space of my heart still feels empty. I deliberately went home alone without Sella because I wanted to go to Mom's grave, I just came there when I first came home from the hospital.

After arriving at Mother's grave, I sat down near a tombstone that read "Wulan Kenanga". My name is as beautiful as it looks. Without feeling my tears coming back, every memory of Mother must make me unable to hold back the tears.

When I was fervently praying for Mom, I suddenly felt the air around me feel cooler than when I first came, even though the weather today was quite hot. I looked back when I felt someone slap me on the shoulder.

But how shocked I was when my eyes saw a figure that resembled Mom but with a horrible face. A face with skin slashed here and there that spewed blood and maggots, not to mention the thick blood dripping from his mouth. Before I shuffled back the figure was getting closer to me and when we were very close he shouted loudly.

"PERRR!!"

It was Mom's voice but with a terrible roar, I ran away from the cemetery because I was so scared. Afraid to see Mom become so horrible.

Why are the people closest to me who have died always present again with very scary conditions?

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