️️ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠHOLINESS DECENDS FROM ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠheavens, but 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝘀 kneels closer ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠwhen the offering is warm. ️️ ️️

ㅤ |ㅤDI ANTARA RIUH SUARA DAN AROMA JAJANAN, KITA MELANGKAH LEBIH DEKAT. Mau beli apa, @KertaPraja? ㅤ ㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒉 Saya memanggilnya, Bunda ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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⠀ ┃𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍, ⠀⠀𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ⠀

️️ His face, smeared with blood, hovered a bit too close to Hwanghon’s. Eyes locked onto his. “Say it again,” he whispered. “That you will not betray me.” What he did not realize was how the scent of blood grew stronger at such close range. ⋮ @crownlessdawn. ️️ ️️

️️ “In that case,” Jan looked at the man and smiled, “may I untie your hands now?” He did not act immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, towering over Hwanghon’s bound body. His black leather shoes pressed into the remnants of vomit on the floor. ️️ ️️

️️ Truthfully, he disliked this kind of primitive indulgence. Finest cuts deserved to be prepared beautifully, then their flavors will be elevated. But he had done this for Hwanghon. To him, the man was a puzzle piece, and Jan had claimed one fragment for himself. ️️ ️️

️️ Jan murmured under his breath, his eyes flicking to Hwanghon’s wounded thigh. The gash still bled heavily, thick and dark wound. And, what had been taken from it now rested in his stomach. It had been a long time since Jan last consumed raw meat. ️️ ️️

️️ Yet Jan noticed something else then, a different glint, in Hwanghon’s helpless gaze. If his instinct was right, that look was… 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. But why would Hwanghon possess such a thing? ️️ ️️

️️ It was not an annoyed sound, but one of understanding, laced with a bit of mockery. “What a sweet, little thing.” It took little effort for him to straighten Hwanghon up again, to set the chair and return the man to his seat, arms still secured to the armrests. ️️ ️️

️️ So it only made sense that when Jan watched Hwanghon lurch forward (his body still bound to the chair) and vomit onto the floor of the slaughterhouse, he regarded the man with a soft click of his tongue. ️️ ️️

️️ Jan Dierja melongok sedikit ke luar, melihat ke kanan dan ke kiri. Hanya keheningan yang menyapanya. “Mari. Saya ada laptop yang bisa kamu pakai. Setelah selesai urusanmu, tampaknya kamu juga harus ke dokter. Atau mungkin, lapor 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪?” ⋮ @ripensoul_V. ️️ ️️

️️ Bila benar orang asing ini merupakan tetangganya, maka perkenalan ini cukup menarik. Lihatlah tubuh bersimbah darah dan terengah itu. “Rampok?” Ia membaca terlalu banyak. Pemuda itu terlalu mengkhawatirkan datanya, ketimbang nyawanya sendiri. Sangat lucu. ️️ ️️

️️ Kernyitannya semakin dalam, sebab, dalam hati membatin ‘𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘶.’ Ia hanya tampak seperti orang asing pada Jan. Tetapi, beberapa rumah dari bloknya memang dikontrakan. Mungkin, salah satu dari hunian tersebut? ️️ ️️

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ㅤ But baby, a cage is still a stage! ㅤ

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