Kanya turned to the dagger that the man had just tool off. Maybe tonight is her last of breathing air, and soon she’ll meet Eros.
She was still sitting on the ground floor, staring at the man approaching her step by step. Kanya is not afraid anymore if the man takes her life. She doesn’t even make any noise at the moment. She was just waiting for the man to take her life.However, is it true that Kanya will not take revenge for Eros, whom she suspects is gone?The man grabbed Kanya’s hair from behind. With no pity in his eyes, he pulls Kanya’s hair even stronger. Meanwhile, Kanya moans in silence.“Yesterday, you were screaming, not wanting to die. Now there’s no fear in your face. Are you ready to die?” Kanya didn’t answer the fucking guy’s question. She kept quiet and glared at the man. It was as if her eyes stressed that the man was going to die at his hands.That fear vanished a while ago. Kanya felt she was on thAfter Samuel Wijaya gave her a dagger, Kanya backed off one step. Seeing the dagger in her hand, she was a little shocked.Why should she be in a choice like this? Why did Samuel Wijaya have to do this to her? But they can talk nicely without having to point knives at each other.They were friends who loved each other for a long time. Kanya also never suspected Samuel Wijaya until yesterday. Why should Samuel Wijaya do such a heinous thing?“Don’t be afraid, Kanya. Just do as you write in your novel.”Kanya raised her face, unwilling to do as ordered by Samuel Wijaya. She threw the dagger to the ground and shouted angrily, “I don’t want to kill my friend!”Hearing this, Samuel Wijaya became furious. He deliberately gives Kanya a chance to get away from him, but Kanya misses the opportunity.“You think I’m still your best friend now? I don’t recognize you as a friend anymore. We’re not best friends anymore, Kanya!”
Her fingers deftly tapped each key on the black laptop keyboard. The series of paragraphs continued to flow on the 14" laptop screen.Kanya Arundhati is currently working on her second novel after her first novel entitled A Mysterious Man, which has gained hundreds of millions of popular writing applications. That's where she earns and continues to write.Her second novel, entitled Kill Me, is still in the same genre as the first novel, the thriller genre, mystery, and mixed with romance.Kanya remains focused on typing paragraph by paragraph because the idea will not break after she hits the draft. However, her fingers stopped at the scene that will make her have nightmares; the murder scene. The part that Kanya quite liked and described the part was not difficult for her. Even so, Kanya would rethink when writing that part of the chapter.“Well, you don't make murder scenes anymore, right?&rd
Kanya's POV“Ah!!!” I screamed as loudly as I could as a red mist of blood flowed from Eros’s chest—enveloping the warehouse where I stabbed him. He widened my eyes, and my breath was wheezing like I had run tens of meters away, and a cold sweat drenched my whole body, luckily I didn’t wet myself out of fear.It would be so embarrassing for a woman my age, terrified of having nightmares of bed-wetting. Just imagining it felt even more terrifying than stabbing Eros in the chest with a dagger.I tried to straighten my body. My head was hurt as if a club had hit it. I manage my breathing to be more relaxed, and then I lean back.“That dream again, over and over again with the same ending,” I murmured. “Huh,” I gave myself a weakly sighing that is all I can do for now when my breathing has started to get better, not wheezing like a moment ago.I looked at my ten finger
Kanya's POVSamuel Wijaya ignored me and walked into the apartment, not forgetting the black paper bag in his hand. He looked back when I closed the apartment door.“I just wanted to go straight to the office, but it would be a pity if I threw this paper bag, so I knocked on the door and kept on visiting as polite as someone said.” He said with a sarcastic smile and lifted the paper bag high.I watched with a lazy gaze at the black paper bag for which I knew what was inside. Last night Samuel Wijaya cooked everything in my fridge. I ate a lot last night. So, it’s not just his mistake that has made my refrigerator’s food material empty, but I also took part in emptying my refrigerator.“I think I have to eat alone outside.” Samuel took another step toward the door.Before he could grab the doorknob, I, who was still standing at the entrance, immediately took the bla
Kanya's POVAfter Samuel Wijaya left my apartment, I stopped eating breakfast. I spaced out for a moment; warm tears fell from my eyes without realizing why. My chest slowly felt tight, and the cavity in my heartfelt as touched by something I didn’t know.It was like a longing melting the frozen blood from my every vein. My warm tears keep flowing. I could not hold it in anymore; sobbing cries filled my apartment.I am not sure where these longing blows came from and ripped my heart. Eros’s pained face flashed through my mind, my chest became even tighter, and my heart was getting torn even more. The man wasn’t real, and I had repeatedly stabbed him viciously with my hands.I was paying attention to the hands that had stabbed him mercilessly. I felt like stabbing my hand and bowing because the tightness in my chest became more and more like I missed something I didn’t want to
Kanya's POVMy body’s weak due to the fear I felt before, and with trembling legs, I managed to get out even though I had to fall to the point which my palms skin peeled off.“It’s still early; which demon passed by my apartment?” My legs were weak that I sat on the floor and rolled my gaze to every corner of my apartment. No one, just me alone.There was no clinking sound of glassware from inside the kitchen. Plates, forks, spoons, and glasses were arranged neatly in place, even the wind did not greet them, but the sound of the glass clinking sounded in my ear.My body’s trembled even more because the fear had flowed into my veins. The sense of the cold hand that just touched my neck in the room now feels even more.“I—” I stopped like a mute trying to say a simple word, but I couldn’t. I crawled while closing my eyes to the door of my apartment. The cold sense ran down my back. “Ah!!!”
Eros POVThe man named Bambang stopped me. I just moved into this apartment last night and ignored who my neighbors are. My body is exhausted, and I am also sleepy because I just came home from work and did not expect to see a weird woman who went out of her apartment with extreme fear.I don’t want to talk to them, let alone that hysterical woman, saying that I am a ghost. Maybe she has a psychological disorder? I didn’t think that I had a weird neighbor. The woman was still shuffling behind the man with tall stature and very muscular muscles and not forgetting that his head was also bald. The appearance reflected a bodyguard in my eyes.I looked at the watch on my wrist, showing 9 in the morning. I haven’t even taken a shower, let alone breakfast, and by now, I’m starving. Moaning at the two freaks in front of me, I asked, “If there’s a problem, say so. I have to go home and feed my cat.”I’m not making any excuse
Kanya POVMy legs are fragile after closing my apartment door. I sat limply on the floor, a wry smile adorning my red lips. I wanted to feel tears, but the clear tears did not fall from my eyes.All that was present was fear bursting into my every vein, and after that, I felt exhausted. I couldn’t continue my writing.I tried to get up and walk with my limp legs, then headed to the room while making a glance. Hopefully, the ghost has left for the next apartment. Go to the apartment of an arrogant man named Eros.“From the face, height, even the name is the same. What kind of coincidence is this?” I slightly shook my head, amazed by coincidence in front of my eyes earlier. Plak! I slapped my cheek lightly, hoping it was all a dream because this coincidence was impossible for me. “It hurts! It’s not a dream at all. Is he a human? How come I don’t believe it, huh?”Is it all just my prejudice tha