The Reprisal of Bully Victim Girl
Chapter 16

I don't know how long Geet has been wandering, being a ghost no longer knows time.

And he's getting bored.

"Why lo?" Huza asked as she folded the paper forming the plane.

"Sampe when are we like this, Za?" Geet muttered making Huza speechless.

"Gue doesn't know either."

"Gue wonder, you've been strong for years like this."

Huza flew the paper plane into the air, and sat down next to Geet.

"Lo bosen?"

"Emang lo not?" Geet asked back.

"I often feel bored. But I'm ordinary. So I'm looking for some entertainment."

"What's so much fun being a ghost?"

"Lo miss your time being human?" Tanya Huza finally.

Geet shrug. "Gue doesn't know either, Za. My life is not beautiful. Bullied, humiliated, not considered, always downplayed. But I feel sorry I have to die in vain gini."

Huza clasped Geet's hand making her turn. "Don't be that bad."

"Where is it not bad? If I were given another chance to live, I would not be wasted. I'm gonna break this syndicate down to stop doing evil."

Huza was silent thinking of something else.

"Kalo lo, if you are given another chance to live, what would you like to do?"

"Too me..." Huza looked at the black sky full of stars above him. "Gue wants to be intel. Can dismantle a syndicate of models like this that takes people's lives. I can help those who are in trouble and defend the weak."

Geet. "Darling it's a delusion."

"There is nothing else we can do but fantasize. Mending we play here we make a lot of paper planes." Huza took out a stack of papers.

"Where's the paper from?"

"From the document room. This is a pile of paper that is not made. Yes I take it well for entertainment."

Geet squinted to take a piece of paper and read it.

"Za, this is the victim's data. Read it..."

Huza read the written. There are names of victims, age, height and weight, blood type, and which parts of the body can be donated.

"It's crazy that people have so many victims." Geet read the papers one by one and was surprised.

"It's like old data is discarded." Huza tidied the paper as soon as Geet nudged it.

"Za, there's a name for you."

Huza looked confused and accepted the paper.

In the name of Adrian Huza. 19 Year old. Blood type O positive. Organ taken: heart.

Huza fell silent and threw the paper onto the floor.

"So I was murdered and my heart was taken for sale."

Geet creeps out imagining Huza's body is not intact anymore.

"Yes, it's clear that only the heart can be taken. I've had kidney stones and my eyes are minus."

Huza stood looking down, where Afran came out of the building in a hurry while examining the situation like a fear of being discovered.

Geet followed Huza's view.

Did Afran kill Huza? His inner.

"Now I know the cause of my death. And I can go quietly." Huza's words made Geet flinch and pulled Huza's arm against her.

"What do you mean? You want to go?"

Huza looked at him fixedly.

"Lo want to leave me? What should I do alone? Don't go, Za! I don't want to be left with you!" Geet shed tears, making Huza surprised.

"Geet, you cry?"

Geet sobbed at Huza's chest. "I'm so sad that I cry. You evil want to leave me. I didn't know I liked it the same way. But I was a kid, I..."

Huza pulled her in his arms, and rubbed her head, letting Geet spill her tears.

"Don't go, Za. Don't stay with me..." His issue.

"Geet, there's something you need to know." Whisper Huza, Geet still sobbing poignantly.

"What?"

"Lo's not dead yet." Huza's words made Geet flinch and let go of her embrace, looking at her confusedly.

"Gue's not dead yet? Meanin?" Geet looked at his own body, confused.

Huza wiped the tears on Geet's cheek. "Because only those who haven't really died can shed tears like this."

Geet wiped the rest of her tears. "Gue doesn't care! Anyway I want to go with you."

"No way, Geet. Lo is alive. You have a chance to stop this."

"But how? If I were alive, I wouldn't have the courage to fight them." Geet clasped Huza's hand not wanting to take it off. "Gue wants to go with you, Huza. There's nothing left for me to be happy here."

Huza looked at him fixedly, and rubbed Geet's head. Then he lowered his head and kissed Geet, continuing to kiss the girl's eyes.

"Thank you for being present at the last moment. I am so happy to know you. If I were alive, maybe we could be happy being lovers. We're updating at the mallem market, taking the cable car, eating cotton candy, throwing balls." Huza's words made Geet's cry even louder.

"Lo really wants to leave me, Za?"

"Lo has to be strong, Geet. You have to be able to bales everyone who has been low. Lo is no longer the weak, humiliated, oppressed Geet. The brave Lo Geet. Inget lo promise, if given the chance to live again, you will not be in vain."

Geet sobbing getting stronger. "But I..."

"Gue likes you, Geet." said Huza, making Geet more hurt.

"You don't stay with me, Za. Even if we can only hang on for a day or even decades, I want us to be together."

Huza kissed Geet's forehead again. "We will always be together. Lo listen I'm fine. After you wake up, the first person you see, is the one who got my heart donor. He'll be your protector, take care of you, and will never leave you as long as my heart is still beating on his body."

Geet fell silent, as soon as Huza took off his embrace and walked back, smilingly looking at him. So handsome and shining.

"Take care of yourself, Geet.."

"Dwelling..."

Emerging light from the sky, Huza slowly disappeared like smoke.

Geet felt his body lighter and lifted into the air.

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