My Killer Lecturer's
Re-terrorized

I threw my body on the bed. Today was really exhausting. Especially after experiencing the tragedy of stalking that occurs like in action films. So parno like the stalker, I got the wrong one.

Huff!

I let out a rough breath as I tried to recall the look on the stalker's face. It felt like that hard-headed face was never foreign to me. I feel like he's been in my life, but who?

"Huh, there's-there is," I grumbled with great annoyance. I wonder why my life is always full of problems. It feels, wanting to be like everyone else, who can be at peace in fetching happiness.

I glanced at the clock above the nightstand, hmm. I'd better go to sleep, so that tomorrow I don't wake up, my mind.

I pulled the folded blanket on the bottom edge of the bed. A moment later, I covered my body until it covered my chest. Get ready to string together a dream that I hope can calm the mind a little.

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"Aargh!"

While I was in the kitchen, I suddenly heard Rayya screaming from outside. Mom and I looked at each other for a moment.

Mama knitted her two eyebrows. “Why are you, Brother?” ask mama.

I just shrug my shoulders. “Let's see, Ma!” I took my mom out.

We'll be out soon to see what happens. The harshness of Rayya's screams, made us feel worried.

“What's up, Dek?” I asked as soon as I got in front of the house.

“I-it, Brother!” rayya pointed at the floor. His face looks very pale. His lips trembled, while his right hand, which was holding a broomstick, looked trembling.

Mom and I turned to the direction Rayya pointed. Both of our eyes are perfectly rounded, when we see red stains scattered on the porch floor of the house.

“What is it, Dek?” I asked Rayya.

“Ra-ray don't know, Brother. Be-as soon as Ray came out about to sweep the floor, the red no-stain was already there,” Rayya replied stammered.

I ventured to approach the droplets of stains that if I didn't mistakenly guess, it was blood.

“Be careful, Brother!” said mama.

I nodded, then crouched down to take a closer look at that almost drying stain. My hands stretched out to touch her. A moment later, I smelled a stain that was already stuck on the tip of my index finger.

“Uuh ... hhueek!”

The pungent fishy smell from the stain, almost took out my stomach contents. I immediately ran to the bathroom to wash my hands with soap. When I opened the bathroom door. Now shout the mother I heard from outside. I washed my hands and went out to see what was going on.

“What's up, Ma?” my many.

“I-it!” point mama at an animal covered in red stains.

I glanced at the animal that Mama pointed to. “Astagfurullah!” my cry was to realize that the animal was a large mouse whose head had been cut off.

Rayya let out a loud scream as she looked at the lookless animal. Rayya's screams made the security guard who was passing by, turn his head.

“What's up, Mom?” ask the security guard at the compound to mom.

“Ah, Mang Iip, come here!” call my mom to the security guard.

The middle-aged man opened the gate and entered our courtyard. “Iya, Mom. Can I help you?” asked Mang Iip to my mom.

“Iya, Mang. Please clean all this up, yes!” pinta mama pointed at the animal and the blood on the floor.

“Astagfirullahaladzim! What is this, Ma?” asked Mang Iip who seemed surprised to see the atmosphere on the terrace of our house.

“Come, Mang. There may be a prankster,” replied mama, trying to calm down.

“Wah, this isn't a prankster by name, Mom. But it has disturbed the calm and comfort of the citizens. Like in those horror movies, Mom. What yes, his name?” said Mang Iip while rolling his eyes as if he was remembering something.

“Terror?” tymphal Rayya.

“Well, that's it, Neng. This is the name of terror,” Mang Iip reiterated.

“Ish, who would want to terrorize us, Mang. Lah wong we are not successful entrepreneurs, not famous artists, nor government officials who are often terrorized by irresponsible people,” said mama.

“Indeed, Mang Iip did not see anyone suspicious, around this complex?” Suddenly I remembered the stalker who had followed like a shadow the other day.

“Emm, no hell. Mamang thought, there is nothing suspicious, Neng,” replied Mang Iip.

“Oh, yes already. This must be the work of a prankster. Please clean yes, Mang!” pinta mom.

“Ready, Mom!” answer Mang Iip.

Quickly, Mang Iip took a pengki and broom stored in the corner of the page. A moment later, he started picking up the dead rat.

“Try grabbing the mop, Ray!” my mother's orders to Rayya.

Rayya went inside to get a mop and a bucket of water to clean the rat's blood on the floor. I went inside to continue my work in the kitchen. A little incident this morning, made me late for work.

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During work, my mind kept wandering about the things that made me feel terrorized again. My head felt heavy when I was unable to find the bright spot of all this. If this is indeed an element of intentionality, then who is the person behind all the terror that happened to my family. Who's the target, me, mama, or Rayya? Or he deliberately wanted to terrorize all my family members. But, what's the motive?

“Not home, Bu Res?” ask Mr. Dani who always comes home last.

I glanced at the clock on my desk. It's almost 3 in the afternoon. My God, so excited to daydream, I did not realize that the time to go home was already nearly an hour late.

“Eh, yes. This is in a moment, Sir,”.

“You're coming home with?” haggar Pak Dani's.

Hmm, could too. Find it safe, but someone wants to drive. Yeah, who knew the stalker was in action again.

“Can, if it is not a hassle, sir,” I replied.

“No hassle, Mom. We, ‘kan unidirectional,” reply Pak Dani.

I smile. After tidying up the desk, I followed Mr. Dani to the parking lot.

After an hour's journey, I arrived home.

“Thank you, yes Mr. Dan,”.

“Sama-sama, Mom. Come!” reply Mr. Dani.

Shortly after Mr. Dani left, I stepped foot into the house.

“Kok, late return, Sis?” ask my mom as soon as I open the door.

“Iya, Ma. More work,” answered me a little lie. I do not want to make mama worried about the events that I have experienced lately.

“Oh, yes already. Change clothes and help your mom in the kitchen. Today mama can order catering for tasyakuran event tomorrow morning at the house of Bu Ima,” said mama.

“How many boxes, Ma?” my many.

About a thousand boxes, ” replied mama.

“Alhamdulillah! Stay up dong, Ma,” I said.

“Yes, no pa-pa, ‘kan?” ask mama.

“Yes, not pa-pa. Bentar yes, Ma .. Brother change clothes first.”

After saying goodbye to my mom, I went upstairs to change clothes. Soon, I got down and started to struggle in the kitchen.

We prepare the food ingredients that we will cook after the magrib. Until unknowingly, the sun has begun to lean west.

“Already, Brother. We pray first. Dah Adzan, tuh,” says mom.

I nodded and immediately went to the bathroom.

Prangs!!

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