To Murder your Love

Punch Afloat

 (Rustle-Rustle)

“Where’s that damn ball?”

(Rustle-rustle)

“You know where it is, right?”

While I looked as if I’m mumbling nonsense, there’s somebody who listened from the depth of my heart. The God-pretender, one of the world’s most mysterious beings, has befriended me from the time when I was a pure and mild type of kid. I will carry on the talk out loud if there’s no other people around, considering their surprising thought over my intelligence at the time when they caught me doing so. In an article I found online yesterday, the scientists had confirmed of the connection between self-speech to intellectual capacity. With yourself as the sole person to talk against, you have better focus and being tidy towards your task in general.

So yes, I am gazing the article and it made me feel superior. Don’t ask why.

‘Why don’t you try to go to the corner, Yuda? The ball is up there.’

Are you kidding me? I blasted the ball that far? It’s at least 30 meters of distance from the point of our school field’s area and the computer room. How could I-

‘I propped the ball, for you to be capable on carrying the research, Yuda. Have you remembered the two darlings out there?’

Oops, definitely. I haven’t seen them up close in the field. The two lovers are not in the mood for listening to Mrs. Diana, I think, and they tend to move away from our classmates for.....

Time to find out.

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(rustle-rustle)

(bam!)

(giggle-giggle)

I can listen to the crowd down there, cheering somebody who was capable on driving the ball up. That man couldn’t do the same kind of approach like I did, surely speaking, but all the respect has to come for his aid no matter what kind of results he has provided. You see, it’s the type of applause where all students put two claps for their friends on being a volunteer for them, but has no actual support on the person’s feat.

It might be Bima Renaldi, my new friend of the class, as he’s the only person in the similar quality as I do. That man’s physique packs two tiny guns down his arms for the weapon to battle, but has none on the waist to toe. I mildly put half-high opinion on his face, as well, since nobody in my class is more handsome than I am. The ashen-gray hair, with himself to talk about it when he’s being asked of so, was descended down from his parents’ status of being royal bloods of a certain kingdom somewhere.

However, he’s not that much for study, for him to be housed in this particular class and being one of the stupid’s gathering in the room. From the round of claps he's getting, they want to mock him for failure with two coordinated applause, but doing that would make anyone else would not be interested in volunteering anymore, right.

So here they go, the voice of support finally vented out from the crowd. 

As for me, I’m not trying to be a cocky person here, but they were all full-blown astonished to the cannon-ball shot I’ve had once over their head. Yeah, it’s half-boast, and I don’t want to put anyone into thinking that I’m not proud of having the talent myself.

Where’s the freaking ball, anyway?

‘up there, Yuda. You want to reach it? It’s quite impossible if you ask me.’

You’re not going to help me, are you, God-Pretender?

‘No, because your task is down the block, not upstairs.’

The second floor? Why do they have to be there? Ah.... I’ve got exactly one spot for naughty things in my mind. The music room is usually empty during this time, but will be the main venue of crowd after lunch. Based on what I have from Kevin’s usual gossip, a person-fit gap for ‘entertainment’ is neatly placed below the audio-speakers for the room’s guitar. We have no answers on the location and why it’s happening to be down there, but it is certainly a regular hiding nest for someone to have ‘secret meetings’ and being completely safe in it anyhow.

If that’s what they’re after, it indicates of actual vajayjay-s***h-c*m to take place.

(drap-drap)

‘tip-toe, Yuda. You’ll break your chance to sneak in’

True, I am too excited for this sort of ‘spy’ kind of thing. Today is my first for shadowing a lover’s romance. For the knowledge, I know numerous private investigators in the past, mostly because of my staffs who were cautious on their partner’s hidden affair. The ‘detectives’ were hired for pestering the life of their significant other, but eventually turned out to be lurking myself instead.

Yeah, they concluded myself as the reason for their clients’ partner to cheat on them, while in contrary, I ordered every single wifes and husbands of my chief-staffs just to lure them on me. To handle the load, I was assessed each of the partners in sequence, in order for the “detectives” to believe that I was the culprit all along.

‘You’re not as kind-hearted as I noticed, Yuda. Why are you doing that, though?’

Just to show them how useless ‘detectives’ are in front of their boss, if you wanna learn of me a little. It’s ended on me to study their movements, however, so it’s pretty much fair for me to spend the money.

(tip-toe....tip-toe....)

The two windows across the sides of the main door are shuttered by curtains. For the door itself, it’s also been locked down from the beginning, as expected for the non-usable room of our school at this hour. Mr. Hendra is the person accountable for the supervision of school’s music band, so he’s holding the key to unlock this door.

In other words, no way for anyone else to enter this time around.

Our path for going inside located on the music room’s balcony. It’s accessible through the pair of preserved tulips that acted as the main gate for the alley-way before the hidden passage. These two are mainly positioned to remind people of the situation in the room at the time. If the tulips’ stalk are crossed to each other, it explains that somebody is inside, and the condition would be vary on who’s the one there.

“Yeah, someone’s inside. I wonder who’s that, though.”

I put my ears to focus as I’m crawling down the floor. A bunch of broken parts of instruments were left to die in this place. Set of drums, battered electric guitar, half-shattered saxophone, and many more of the musical-junks are scattered on all the space available to drop in.

“so, I have to collect information over their relation or what, God-pretender?”

I have to whisper, since we’re on the trail of someone suspicious.

‘yeah, but you don’t really need to speak of it out to public, Yuda. I can hear you indefinitely.’

It’s so re-assuring, God-Pretender. Now back to the mission we go.

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“krrsk...krrssk...”

You hear that? Someone’s been resisting inside. Do we have to barge in?

Nah, better to learn of the circumstances before doing action. Let’s snoop it again.

“Are you sure it’s fine, Hobby? Do you really have to shackle me like this?”

For real? Hobby? I can’t believe any of this.

“Yes, I’m the kidnapper here, so you be the victim.”

So bad, this ogre. I could eavesdrop most of their conversation, but I don’t really fond of the outcome. Shackles? What are the two of them doing in such a room? You better close your ears, God-Pretender, or you’ll going to be...

‘I can’t, since you’re my only source.’

Damn it. Time to binge on this tape, huh.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I CAN’T GIVE YOU MY LOYALTY, YOU BASTARD!” She suddenly screamed. The noise-cancelling room isn’t capable on containing her loud squeal, ”I DON’T- Mppph!”

“Ugh, I don’t like being called bastard. Why don’t-“

“MMPPHH!”

“Okay, Okay.... NOW WHO’S YOU TRYING TO CALL? I’ll be the first to taste your body.”

What in the world? Do I have to listen on all of this?

(Drap-drap-drap)

The teacher must have heard of the ruckus. Someone’s footsteps is approaching.

“Oh no, what should we-“

“here!”

Shoot! I have to....

(Slide)

(Grip)

(c***k-c***k! Bam!)

‘I’ll hand you stamina for grappling on the side, Yuda. You’ll be safe.’

A surge of energy flows to my body, thanks to God-pretender and his mystical power. In this emergency situation, I am now below the two lovers, grasping to the ledge for life. Five minutes of being here feels like forever, with blowing winds to struggle against.

“brr, it’s so cold down here.” I mumbled in silence. It will be illogical for me to not saying so, since I have to stay sane for awhile.

(Tap-tap-tap)

I can hear someone’s searching for the ominous voice a few minutes before. It should be our musical teacher, Mr. Hendra, because he’s the sole person for handling the music room. After all, his personal office nestled just two classrooms to the west, so any unusual noise would be well-received there.

“I must be hearing things. Nobody could enter this room without my permission.” Mr. Hendra said, speaking to himself like I usually do,”Time to inspect on where the students’ hideout later.”

(Blam!)

He’s leaving. Amen to that.

“What we have to do, now?! He’s gonna find us!” Tifanny’s murmured to Hobart. From the tone of her voice, She’s afraid, but I can’t see much from below.

(smack!)

I don’t feel like something is okay up the balcony. I have to peek...

“Why are you hitting me?”

“For selling us out, you nerd! Your scream break things up.”

(Bam! Bam!)

Ugh, I have to hurry....

(Buak!)

Safely hitting’ em on the head. Now he’s gonna be out for some time. Oh no, she’s completely torn away by that madman....

“What? Why are you..”

“No time to chit-chat, Tifanny. I’ll carry you to our school doctor right away.”

Hup! A bridal carry, one of the nerve-wrecking moves I’ve ever done. Amanda has been on my lap before, and she’s onto me 24/7 all the time. My sweat are flooding down the wrist, even though it affects no actual burden by the course of power-up from God-pretender itself. Her cheeky-puff and nerdy-eyes are staring at me, just like Amanda and the interest towards my action in elementary school in the past. I can’t express of how angered I am on seeing her smooth skin being pummeled by those dirty palms. Her flesh wound, the scrape on her eyelids, are tearing the beauty in a bit of a slice.

 Curse you, Hobart, for breaking apart Tifanny in front of me. She’s too alluring to be hurted, you know?

 However, in adverse to Amanda and her tease, Tifanny is staring at me in blank. I mean, she’s just placing her gaze to both of my eyes. No words, no after-thoughts, just silence all the way to ‘the mummy’ -loving doctor.

“Welcome, sweet- Oh no, Tifanny! Please, rest her head over here.” She said to me. Must be feeling concerned once she saw the bruises,huh, “Who’s the person, Yuda! Be honest.”

She’s leering at me, and I do have to report of the man, as well.

“Adrian Hobart, Ma’am.”

As she heard of the name, I can smell her voice shrieking by enjoyment,”Really? That man sucks. I’ll discuss of the punishment to your mom, Yuda. Thank you for bringing her to me.”

“Anything to say, Tifanny?”

I tilted my head a bit, giving a glance to the bed of where she rested. She seemed reluctant at first, locking her lips away, but then speaking to me in her remaining power she had.

“Thank.... you...”