The Story of an Injured Wife
Horrifying

The pile of wood that covered me from being caught by the bad guys. But fortunately, one of the animals I dislike the most, the rat came out from behind this pile of wood and made the man reluctant to continue his action. It turns out that the animal I hate the most can be useful when I am in danger.

Not everything I hate is bad and disgusting, but sometimes it will make me lucky and even say thank you.

The man left, I felt calm. At least I've survived being caught by a mysterious person who seems like he's a DEADLY HUMAN-LIKE KILLER.

"A," I almost screamed when I saw my legs.

If I get caught screaming, that guy will definitely come back here and arrest me. The maggots I had seen were still crumbling on the dusty floor, and now they were weaving with their curves at my feet.

I was so focused that I didn't realize it. If this night the rat was my helper, then the maggot, this weak beast almost killed me through his actions that quietly crept on my feet.

I directly touched the maggot using my finger and I rushed out from behind the pile of wood. But I'm staying on standby. I picked up one of the wooden blocks that I could use as a weapon if I ever met that person again. Then I stepped slowly.

Every detail of this dark floor I saw with great effort, lucky that there was a full moonlight barging into this old house.

A little help me to trickle things around. I was very careful in stepping, afraid of making a noise that could make the person hear and come back.

Afraid of my feet nudging things while I was using them to step. Until finally, it was like I saw a brown piece of old paper quietly sitting under an old table.

I wasn't interested in picking it up, it was just plain junk paper, but somehow I felt like something was making me interested in moving to pick up the paper. What is this paper, makes me curious.

Then I picked it up, my stomach was starting to feel more light. Perhaps fear made my physique weak and overwhelmed. I looked at the contents of the paper, it was not clear what this was. It's like a map. As I looked around, I kept finding a little box slap. What map is this? Is this a treasure map?

"I'm doing this again? Not very clear. I'm gonna run away from here soon."

I did not throw this paper away unless I put it back in its place. Then I tried to get out of this horrible place. Hard work will not betray results.

Yes, I managed to get out of this seemingly secluded place, away from the crowd.

I again observed the surroundings in safe detail. Once it felt safe, I walked quickly looking for the highway. Hopefully there's a way and I'll find a vehicle soon. A passing vehicle that would take me back to a comfortable dwelling. Around me there are a lot of weeds that just send suffering to me with the itchiness they cause.

It is a depraved person who has made me unconscious and dumped me in a place like this. Is that Arif? I don't know why I suspect there. I'll investigate! Again, I'll investigate! I won't be weak even if I survive.

The full moon accompanied my steps on the side of the road. All around me were lush trees that held a dark mystery as the night whipped. Suddenly, I felt a touch of cold water. That's what's called drizzling.

It looks like heavy rain will be coming down in a moment. Sure enough, not a long time ago lightning struck in the night sky.

I looked up at the sky, I was sad, even sad. I hope I don't pass out because it's gonna rain tonight.

In fact, as I tried to look somewhere beside me, it was a remote, poorly maintained cemetery. Thanks to the light of lightning, I could see there were several small substations built in the middle of the grave area. I can use it to hold a moment.

I tried to shake off my fear, I thought it was just an illusion. I'm in a crowded place but this is not a cemetery. This is not Yaya's grave! This is a crowded and not scary place. You're not alone here. I set foot, crashing into the muddy waterholes in the middle of the cemetery.

Then I got to this little building. The size is very small, can be used for shelter with a capacity of as many as three people. There's no seat here, but underneath me is ceramic. My feet are on top of this brown ceramic. It's cold because I don't wear shoes. Cold and limp, that's how I feel right now.

I closed my anxious eyes. All mixed into one. It felt like it would close its eyes in the cold, and die standing in an aura of fear. I can only cry tonight. It really tested my mentality.

Now that illusion I've been building, it's all paid off. It's not an illusion, it's a reality, the fact that I'm in the middle of a creepy grave. Alone and scary. There's no one else here.

On the other hand, Arif and Elma were laughing inside the pavilion. They were both satisfied to laugh at their employer who had been slammed into an old building that he said was inhabited by psychopaths.

"Maybe Yaya has become minced meat mas, hahaha. The proof, now he hasn't come back either, hahahaha." carefree Elma.

"It is certain that our account balance will get fatter if boss Miho hears this news. Tomorrow we tell this happy news to Miho that we, have managed to throw away his great enemy, hahaha."

"Gasabar mas, hahaha."

Because of his laughter, Arif almost sprained the seeds of rambutan, rambutan fruit that he was chewing.

"Argh! Damnit damnit! Uhuck-uhuk. It's almost these damn rambutan seeds stuck in the gullet of a mas."

"Bego is a person! Don't eat it while you're angry, hahaha."

"You are Elma, this is not anger, this is crying, hahahaha."

"Maha."

"Maha."

"Maha."

The laughter of the two of them boomed through the rainy night over Yaya's suffering.

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