The Plan Of Masked Man
Game

In contrast to the state of a man's slump, no matter how many times cold water flushed his body. An ache and coldness were no longer felt, his heart seething like an overflow of hot lava. All his struggles seemed to be in vain, there was failure in his heart. "I was too busy with my revenge mission, to forget there was a game that ensnared me. Aaarrrrggghh."

The roar of moans roused a weakly lying figure, with eyes open and slowly descending the bed. His feet were shuffling towards the direction of the moan. The half-opened door showed how real torture the man in front of him was.

"What are you doing? Stop that!"

As if not concerned with the soft sound from the front door, AK still flushed his body with ice water. Icha who saw the madness of AK, pulled out the infusion hose in her hand and hugged AK from behind. "Stop this! What's your problem share with me. Have you forgotten about all your missions? Hold on and strengthen yourself, I am there for you. Calm down."

The roar of AK's breath was slowly disordered, no cold water flushed against his body anymore. Icha's embrace stopped her madness, though not her pain and guilt. AK let go of the hand that was coiled around his stomach, turned around and looked at Icha. "Let's go back to your place. You need to rest."

With a swift AK carrying Icha, Icha just resigned and let AK take her back to the room. AK lowered Icha's body gently, momentarily looking at Icha's appearance. Clothes that were wet from hugging her body. "Wait a minute."

Icha only saw the movement of AK, the man deftly picked up the clothes in the wardrobe. After choosing several types of menswear, one oversize sweater becomes the last choice. "Deplace your clothes with this, sorry I only have this."

"It's more than enough, can you help me change clothes?" ask Icha with her puppy eyes.

AK's headband, making Icha duck. However, one hand touched his cheek. "Keeping honor is important, even though I'm not a jerk. I'm still a normal guy, after all this time I'm finally close to someone. Understand, now change your clothes and I'll prepare food for us."

"sorry. I'll change my clothes." Icha's great-grandson and let AK step away from her.

The departure of AK, makes Icha struggle to change clothes with difficulty. It is strange, when he heard AK moans with a heart-rending voice his body can get strength and now his body feels weak again.

Is your love too big? Why is my body not mine? Asthma, I didn't know you were listening to me. I hope your last wish I can fulfill. Although I had to hit the storm. ~batin Icha.

The sound of a knife with a kitchen equipment battle was quite clear, making Icha walk slowly and approach the clanking sound that distracted her. The man with the cold face, without mask or gloves, his clothes were different and only wore casual clothes. Hand deftly doing kitchen work, Icha chose to sit in front of the pantry while looking at the man in front of her.

"May I ask you something?" Icha propped her face up on her arms.

There was no answer other than eye glances, feeling that getting the Icha clearance code enforced his sitting position. "What happened to you? Why would you do that?"

"The path I choose looks full of truth, until one reality dawns on me. My path has betrayals and lies, the hatred that shouldn't exist turns out to be real. My best friend is still alive, I thought he was gone in the hospital. So many masks covering the real faces of the people around me. Isn't my life like a game board?" AK said without stopping his cooking activities.

"Ending game. For too long this game has been rolling, opponents and friends become pseudo. Nothing to believe, never mind. Just eat and rest." replied AK ambiguous.

Icha's expression was completely confused, AK's speech was too short and felt odd. What does it mean to end the game? Coupled with food and rest, while he knew if tonight was a big night. "Can you explain it more clearly?"

AK hands poured the meat soup into the bowl using a vegetable spoon, lifted the bowl and put it in front of Icha. "Don't think too much. Take care of your health, don't argue!"

Warning AK, made the intention of asking Icha to fall and choose to blow the steaming smoke before putting a spoonful of meat soup into his mouth. No matter what AK plans, it's his job to keep an eye on. AK is seen taking a bowl of meat soup and sitting across, mouthfuls passing in silence.

Is this what we call a storm in silence? His calmness was like water, silent drifting. I must be more vigilant, I will not let him do everything by himself. ~batin Icha.

"Your medicine is on the table, drink it after eating." AK put a spoon and bowl in the sink and walked away from the pantry, Icha just silently staring at the departure of AK.

Appetite was lost along with the attitude AK cold, with coercion for a few minutes finally all the soup in the bowl moved to his stomach. "I'll see what he's doing, or I'm pretending to take a break?"

Icha's murmur was only heard for himself, while AK was already on standby in front of his laptop and various advanced equipment. Both AK hands are already busy making a series of tools to perform the final game. Now whatever happens let it happen, there is no time to step back.

After careful thought, Icha finally chose to return to her bed and take the medicine on the table. With Icha taking the medicine, there was no way AK wouldn't be watching her. It is better to follow the game, until the time for action comes. A relieved smile was seen on AK's lips, seeing Icha already closed her eyes after taking the medicine from her.

"Now, everything is clear. But where are all of them? Is this scheme correct? Hmmm it seems like I have to prepare a backup plan, especially no news from Elsa." murmured AK and paid attention to the order scheme of the people who entered into the circle of the game.

Triings...

One incoming message notification distracts AK, by grabbing the phone on his left side table. AK opens and scrolls some of the incoming messages. A second row of messages came to AK's attention. The same number with different writing, if previously gave address Jalan Melati alley one. Then now it says another address and a different clock.

"The ancient Warehouse of the western port. Twelve o'clock at night. Hostage your loved ones."

Along with some clear photos without hindrance, AK clenched his hands until his nails turned white. Those pictures are so savage and heartless.

Enough already! You are no longer human, but a demon. I will not forgive all your sins. Wait for me as your life-depriving angel.~batin AK and crushes his personal phone with full of emotion.