To Murder your Love

Psychotic Madness

 (dub-dub-dub)

“Have you jam on these songs, bro?”

“Nah, but it’s sick!” I answered, cheering on my boys on the dance floor for the twist of their body,“ Damn! Look at those thing moves!”

The scenario rolls around me, banging the well-known dance music of the year as the main backdrop. I chomped the olives and chugging the glass on my hand all at once. When I finished, no points on keeping the container, so I just yanked the crystals down to the ground before dangling in wild by the flow of the music around us.

Nobody would be brave enough to interrupt our actions. We’re the owners of the club, having the whole room as our suite for many nights. Girls are on our control, wiggling those hips as we ordered them to do. They won’t be angry when we tapped on the butt, playing over the pair of it as a drum to our needs.

"Wanna play my 'drum', darling?" 

(Dum-dum-dum-dum)

Yes, they even asked us to bring the action right on, just because we’re the richman of the city tonight. Women are so easy to woo, you know, especially by loads of money in our pockets.

“Yuda, wanna hit another? I’ll need shots to keep me sane.” Yelled the unknown figure on my left. I don’t know him much, but my hazy memories told me to believe in whatever words he said.

“Yeah, hand me one of the gin when you get back!”

He nodded, slightly wobbling by the tremor of being drunk. We cleaned a full bottle before, and we’re on the way to put another one to our tabs.

(dub-dub-dub)

The dazzling light has poisoned my mind. We’re just a day after our success on acquiring our entire competitor’s business for good. A direct payment of 25 millions has making them drooled and defeated to our cause, and giving us a runway of domination in Nigeria. The conventional milk enterprise has suffered a lot because of our sole existence, due to artificial-yet-natural fresh chocolate milk from the pumps below the stomach. Yes, many would not believe that we could truly produce chocolate-flavored beverage out of a chocolate-bar eating cows, yet they’re already finished before learning of the truth a month later.

“Hey, babe. Wanna dance?!”

A hostess approached me as I’m sitting half-awake on the couch. She dares to invite me for a challenge? Me, the king of the hill?

Yes, please.

(dub-dub-dub)

I’m swaying my bottoms repeatedly to her back. You know, the moves where you’re trying to imitate a dog for conceiving babies. No way for me to undo the shirts, though, but the movement surely brings the heat on the table anyhow.

(bash-bash)

“Aw, baby!”

“Shoot! Do that voice again!”

“Argh, yeah!”

Ugh, that shrieking tone drives me to be slightly insane. I rammed the backs harder than ever before, putting her into a seamless tone of thrust. I’m like a pit-bull, an actual muscular four-legged beast, who puts anyone to be a slave with the fearsome look of theirs. I’ll lock her bottoms away, put her to my leash, and....

(kringg-kringg)

‘Time for you to do something better, Yud- Oh, my lord.’

Yes, I’m wiping away the evidence, God-pretender. It’s your fault for not letting me to get off. It’s a wet dream and wild fantasy of mine, who knows if it’s actually a string of the mysteries, as much?

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(Kring-kring)

The bell has ringing, means the first break period is in our sight. Someone’s clinging on me as the buzz waning away, patting my nape a few times to make me awake from my sleep after the piece-of-cake math test just before.

“Library?” She said. A glasses girl has closing-in to my vision. The round face, glasses as decoration, bob-and-weave type of black-hair. Hmm, who’s she? Ah, that slanted eyes....

I rubbed mine for a few rounds before muttering my answer.

“Let’s go....”

(Snatch)

Ugh, she pulled me out of the table without my approval once more. It’s been days for me to have her as company, but it’s also rewarding to me, too. I don’t have to do research on looking tough to this girl, because She doesn’t need one to begin with anyway. I don't need to put my chest up when I walked side-by-side for driving anyone's away from our private zone. Yeah, like a silverback-babboon if you want to know more. 

On the other way, Amanda has learned of my connection with Tifanny because of Bima’s betrayal. Well, I’ve dismissed him out from the fault right after, since He said it’s because of Amanda herself that pushing him to speak out. She apparently tracked myself and Tifanny after knowing that we’re on the same group from somebody I can’t really tell.

So far, nothing much happened to both of them. Her gaze is still on the trail of my back when we’re running for the library, shadowing me everywhere until the stairs of the second.

(click!click!)

The shelves are out of someone we recognize at this time of the day. Well, I could say it’s been blank for most of the time, so Tifanny and I have freedom on whatever terms we want to look for. We’re usually spending most of the time at the library to browse on random stuff. The librarian has no interest on us, regardless, since he’s also minding his own job as a bunch of boredom.

Our school librarian, Mr. Sigit, has a slender face and a round nose. He’s  fat-less wrist marks the hour at 10 on the clock, with black spots surrounding his eyes as if he’s always busy everytime.

“Here, have you seen this?” She springs up a bit after a small click-clack of the mouse. She’s so excited to show this to me, as I could see from her beaming face towards the screen.

Ah, so that’s why she’s dragging me as soon as the bell rings. It’s the list of her online novels. So much of six-pack male models for the title, it makes me want to quit immediately.

“Hmmm? A Rogue Metamorphosis? What’s that?” I asked after looking at a men inside a broke-down cocoon for the picture of one of Tifanny’s novels. It’s still buffed-up, having two side-jerker for the fist, and clean-shaved down the chin. She has several of the bearded male, too, but it’s like just doing hand-stand or something that would hide the bush down there.

In other words, it’s her fans’ request, not her taste.

“To explain, I need to briefly talk of the werewolves first, so here’s-“

Uh-uh, she’s darn devoted to bring a wolf-head man to be the regular part of a story. More to the tale, Tifanny said many otherworldly terms and some sort of language that I don’t want to know of what it actually means. Omega? Sounds like the ones you can find inside the scale of a fish. Beta? Hmmm, I suppose it would be related to electricity.

I’m pressing the wrong button here, maybe?

“-In the end, the Omega Prince has to be sold under a dominant alpha. He’s hated it, but eventually subjected and loved to be punished as much.”

Look, your story burns Mr. Sigit’s passion. He’s typing a lot faster than what he was. Could be on the road to search for your story at some point.

“You can scroll down to view more, Yuda. I’ll have to see if my request’s complete to Mr. Sigit for a sec.” She muttered to my ear, slightly groaning a little at the end of her sentence.

(click-click)

Time to inspect her close, then. She’s approving this, so why not? Alpha mate, To save my mate, The second daughter of an Alpha mate..... seemingly Australian to me, all these mates work of hers.

(Scroll-scroll)

Of every works she made, there’s one less-than-a thousand followers inside the herd of alphas. It’s nowhere to be in the same league as the ‘once-wolf’ work of Tifanny, rather showing a burst of sadness from the purple selection as the background of the story.

(Click)

It’s weird. She pictured a person from the front angle for the cover on this one. It should be male from the baldness of the head, but also possible if Tifanny prefers to call it as female. She puts lines of vibration across the head. For the title, she called it as "Psychotic mate". Why’s she put such a book for the collection? I have to ask her on this.

“Hmm, it’s quite interesting to see that novel’s title. What’s on the psychotic ones?”

Tifanny’s felt unsure to my question, but then checked on one of her novel to see of the blurb that has the word I’ve stated. She’s putting a color of confusion, with her eyebrows binding to the middle, but feeling relaxed a moment after as the tension released off the forehead,”Oh, this? I’m kind of putting the protagonist of thinking suicide in one scene of her life. Good spicy stuff.”

Hmm, either she’s putting it without happening to have it or Tifanny’s just rowdy at mind. What’s your call, God-Pretender?

‘No, I’m not here to comment on your decision. I just have to monitor your choice.’

For your evaluation, huh? Got it.

(Krieek)

Mr. Sigit’s quitting of his office, carrying a box of stuff outside. I can’t see what it is from a distance, but I know it’s related to the duty of a librarian as much. For the box, I don’t have anything off my memory. Might be time for him to smoke, I think.

(Kring-Kring)

Yeah, He’s handling the bell of our class. Time to pack up!

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Two months of our progress and she’s never been as close to anyone else other than me, myself, and I. Her shy character has been in vacation for some time. We’re not that much into what she attempted against the brute Hobart, just playing a bunch of games that we’re having an interest in. She’s a geek like me, so doing something fun is more into this than anything ever could.

So, I’ll be on the run for her love, I think. She’s the one I adored so far. My heart has listened to the beeping sounds of the vein, and it nods. I don’t have to act tough, putting a mask to be cool, and trying to become a bad boy like I wish to be before the nightmare of senior high begins.

‘Oh, so that’s the reason of you to become a bad person, Yuda. I’ll write it on the report.’

Yeah, copy it if you wish, God-pretender. You do have ideas on my struggles back then, do you.

Hoahm, when’s the time for us to go? It’s near to seven already.

(Tap-tap-tap)

Someone’s knocking our bus’ microphone. Mr. Bagus, perhaps?

(peeking)

Oh ,right, it’s him. Time to kneel and be silent for us, then.

“Class, let us pray before departing. I’ll lead the prayer for this morning.” Mr bagus speak from the front side of the bus, as I could listen in my shut-eyed mode,”Or anyone wanted to be here for me?”

We’re on the way to go for another trip. It’s May on our schedule, which means outbound for three-straight days in-between our routine. We’re near to the end of the semester, to count on the burden of my duty.

Yes, Mr. Bagus has informed me to carry two persons for 7A in june before moving to the place I was belong. It’s Bima and Tifanny if you questioned on my decision. From my intuition, the two of them are suitable for the harsh competition in A’s group. Their way to deliver works with me, how they could respond to difficulties of my needs, their swift action to write down the answer.

Yeah, it’s not because they’re my only friends of this deserted planet, you know.

Cold-as-ice Puncak, here I go!