My Hate, the Water of His Eyes (The End of A Taste)
Like the Holywood Movie Scene

Syera's heart beat irregularly. Right now he feels like he is in a Hollywood movie scene that someone is stalking. The long-haired man and the brewokan he previously served in the restaurant always followed him.

When he finished work the man was outside the restaurant, standing as if waiting for Syera to come out. The man followed Syera walking up to the bus stop and boarded the same bus.

Passenger seats behind empty drivers are not wasted. Syera sat there and did not look at the man sitting in the back seat. Both of Syera's eyes looked straight at the road ahead hoping the fear in her mind was not right.

Calm Sera, calm. He just happened to use this bus because your destination is the same.

Both eyes of Syera glanced at the man from the rearview mirror in front of the driver. Syera swallowed her saliva because it turned out that the man's gaze was also directed at Syera.

Getting off the Syera bus accelerated his pace. He grew more frightened as the man also came down and followed him from behind. This time the fear of Syera increased many times than before.

Syera entered the elevator and deliberately stood a bit ahead while the man stood leaning his body in the right corner of Syera. Syera's index immediately pressed the 'HOLD' sign when a middle-aged father who he often met in the elevator because he also lived in the same apartment ran towards the elevator.

"Just come home from work?" ask the father.

"Yes, sir."

The father pressed number two, it was a sign that only went up one floor from their current position while Syera had not pressed the destination floor. He waited for the man who had followed him to press the destination floor first but unfortunately it did not happen.

Syera had thought of something and took a swing at what she should do. He set his breath and when the elevator door opened on the second floor he immediately ran towards the emergency stairs.

"Congratulations," said Syera, relieved. He walked slowly because his legs were so limp.

He couldn't have followed me on the emergency stairs with his big mountain bag. Yes, it is impossible.

Syera's memory returns when she uses the emergency stairs only to avoid meeting Leo. And this time he had to roam the stairs again because the man was stalking him.

It could no longer be described with words how tired he was. Her calf was cramped and her legs had no strength anymore. Several times he fell while stepping because his feet were numb.

The seventh floor is not so high if you use the elevator to get there but the story is different if you use the emergency stairs. Several times Syera stopped to catch her breath until she finally arrived on the seventh floor.

Syera smiled looking at the 'seventh floor' writing on top of her head. He only had to walk a little more in the hallway of the apartment to arrive at the door of the apartment he was staying in with Fandy.

"Are you out of work using the emergency stairs?"

The voice immediately shocked Shera. Not to mention he turned to the owner of the sound of his arm already being pulled and followed the man's footsteps.

"Detachable. I'll scream if you don't take my hand off" Syera warned.

The man's steps were getting faster and his hand grip on Syera's arm was so strong. Syera was quite overwhelmed following the steps of the man let alone he tried to take his hand off. The sherah continues to rebel.

"Be a submissive sister."

The man's words succeeded in making Syera vulnerable. There is no way Syera could have heard wrong. A sister? Since when Syera became the younger brother of the man, just know him not.

The brewokan man pressed the password of the apartment door that is very well known Syera.

"wait. Who are you and what do you want?" arresting the man as he pulls Syera in. "You can't just walk into someone's apartment. Or maybe you kidnapped the owner of this apartment?"

"I told you to shut up and be obedient."

The man pulled Syera and pushed her to the sofa.

The mountain bag that had been perched on his back had come off and just dropped it on the floor. He shifted it using his feet so as not to block the road.

Seeing the man walking closer to Leo's room made Syera run in his way.

"You can't go in" Syera intercepted.

The man leaned closer to Syera. Guts Syera shrieked looking at the man's face, she closed her eyes in fear. He dodged and remembered something.

Syera went to the bathroom and opened her phone. He just remembered to call Fandy. Just now he pressed the button calling the man had already snatched away Syera's phone. Stupidly Syera did not remember to first lock the bathroom door.

Over and over again Syera tried to press the numbers to open the door but none of them succeeded. He searches for the card he used to bring home Leo who was drunk but did not find it.

In the bathroom the man flushed his body with cold water while smiling. He looked at his face in the mirror and smiled back to imagine how scared the girl he was now sure was trying to get out of there.

"Didn't it work?"

"Geez!"

The horror surged in shock. The man was already standing nearby using only a towel. Syera tried to calm her mind.

The man walked so casually into the room and when he came out he was already dressed.

Why was the road so relaxed, he was already like the owner of this place. And again, his voice was not unfamiliar but his face was very creepy.

"Are you going to keep standing there?"

The man's gaze was so intimidating. Syera complied and sat on the sofa. At least he should be nice so that the man doesn't do anything bad to him.

Sera saw the man was brewing tea. Syera continued to watch the man as he scowled his sick calf.

The man sat beside Syera and sipped her homemade tea.

"You can make it for yourself!"

Syera just kept quiet and wasted her eyes not wanting to tell the man.

"What do you want?" shrieked Syera when the man suddenly pulled the leg that he had been massaging and placed it on his lap.

"Be quiet. You're lucky to be the first person to get this kind of treatment from me."

Syera felt if the man's massage was very good even though it felt a little strong for him.

"Do you do good before you commit a crime?" tanya Syera hesitated.

The man wanted to laugh at Syera's question. Do you think he's like a criminal now? Will a criminal also stomp the feet of the person who will be his victim?

The atmosphere was so quiet for some time. Syera just resigned to the possibility that could happen. The man rested his head on the sofa while continuing to massage the legs of Syera which was getting slower and slower.

"Is that so creepy?" ask the man at last. He looked at Shera and saw the girl nodding her head.

"How could you be my sister while recognizing me you can't."

A sister?

"Are you sure you don't know me?"

Syera shook her head but she observed the man's face well due to the familiar voice. Syera invites herself to think hard and increasingly bring her face closer to the man.

Syera's forehead shriveled when she realized something but seeing the appearance of the man sitting nearby made Syera shake her head.

"No way," said Syera.

"What is impossible?" asked the man to bring his face closer to Syera. Similarly, on the contrary Syera increasingly observes the face of the brewokan so deep.

Bruk!

"Aw!" squealing Sera in pain.

Syera surged in shock and pulled her foot from above the man's lap. His sudden movements made Syera fall under the sofa and her ankles hit the end of the table made of glass.

Syera endured the pain but her awareness of who the man was no less shocked her.