Deceitful Gaze
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  • Parts 9
Complete, First published Jun 09, 2023
Mature
[⚠️TW : SA, Abuse, Violence, Self-harm.]

Kawan? 

Tidak.

Musuh? 

Ya.

Mati?

Ya.

DARLA MAYISA tidak akan berhenti berlari, jikalau kebebasan bermaksud kematian maka kebebasan menjadi pilihannya. Tidak sangka masih dapat membuka mata setelah memikir kegelapan menggamitnya buat selamanya. Terasa marahnya membuak-buak melihat lelaki asing menyelamatkannya.

ENRIKO BIN ADUKA.

"K-kenapa awak selamatkan saya?" - Darla.

"Kau nak mati?" Kasar. - Enriko

"Tak reti bersyukur."  - Enriko

Benci?

Ya.

Lelaki gila!

Pertemuan kedua mereka tidaklah mesra malah jauh dari mesra. Ibu lelaki itu mengenalkan diri sebagai orang rapat kepada arwah keluarganya. Ibu itu sering membuat baik kepadanya cuma dia berasa was-was. Terlalu ramai manusia menghancurkan kepercayaannya. Pertemuan seterusnya masih boleh dipertimbangkan.

"Itu semuanya masalah awak." - Darla.

"Kenapa kau mengelak?" - Enriko.

"M-mana ada saya mengelak." - Darla.

Tipu.

Tidak boleh menafi perasaannya maka dia memilih untuk mengelak punca. Hari demi hari, debaran di dada tidak dapat disembunyikan. Namun, entah kenapa setiap kali mata mereka bertentang, pasti kebencian lelaki itu terhadapnya terpancar.

"Boleh saya tahu kenapa awak benci saya?" - D

"I don't." - E

"Then why do I feel so much hatred coming off from you?" - D

Ketenangan bukan selama-lama menjadi miliknya. Satu persatu rahsia terbongkar. Retak seribu hatinya mengetahui punca sebenar lelaki itu membencinya. Hati semakin resah kerana lelaki jahanam tidak akan membiarkan hidup dengan tenang. Risau akan keselamatan keluarga baik lelaki itu.

"Darla... Darla..." 
 
Lelaki janaham.

"Bukan aku dah bagitahu? Selagi aku hidup, selagi aku bernyawa, selagi aku bernafas, sampai ke liang lahad aku akan cari kau!" 

"Kenapa? Kau nak lari dekat keluarga itu balik?"

"Tak akan terjadi!"

Darla tidak boleh berfikir. Otaknya seakan berhenri berfungsi. Tenggelama dalam memori lama.

"Hold on, Darla." - E.

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