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Keris Chapter 2


Rhadit could smell the change in the air, how the wind became more humid and the air now carried a hint of wet soil. He ran a little faster, entering a small street called ‘Karet’, known by the locals for its cemetry and unreasonably cheap housing complex.

By the time he opened the rusty front gate of his house, it has started to drizzle. He quickly inserted the key to his house and gave the door a few good shakebefore he can forced it to open. It was an overstatement to call the building a ‘house’. It was tattered beyond repair, some of the wooden pillar was clearly  rotten, and from the living room he could smell mold and soap from the nearby sewage.

Rhadit gently knocked on the door to his mother’s room and he greeted her.

“Bunda?”, he tried calling his mother who was laying down in a foam mattress. He placed his ear closer to his mother and was relieved to hear a breathing sound. He let out a sighed and rested on the floor next to his mother. His mother had a short and wavy hair with visible stripes of white. Her skin was pale, almost out of life.

Rhadit put two bottles of pills next to his mother.

“This time it should last us for a month”, he said while gently holding his mother’s frail hand.

“It will be over soon. Just a little more and we can both live a better life”.

After bidding his mother a good rest, Rhadit entered to his own room. He  took out a match from his pocket and proceed lighting the candles which has been placed across the room. In the center of the room was a small metal cage with a black cat sleeping in it. He took the cat out of the cage and placed her gently on the floor. Already weakened, the cat hardly struggled.

Rhadit then took a small knife from his pocket and made a small cut on his left arm. Blood started dripping on to the cat. He closed his eyes.

“Om. Hamn. Lakshita. Jagrav. Uttarika” He chanted the same words over and over, increasingly louder.  With every chant, the candles across the room flickered and the cat started to move in a spastic manner. When he opened his eyes, the cat was sitting upright, looking blankly at him.

“I’m sorry”.

Rhadit quickly twisted the cat’s neck, releasing a dull bone creaking sound across the room. He then took a small knife and proceed to cut the cat’s head, tail, and legs before skinning it with careful precision. He took out the internal organs and throw it to the corner of the room. His breathing becomes heavier and his throat was parched.

Rhadit then proceed to gnaw at whatever remained of the cat. He could taste the fur, blood, and puss mixing with raw meat in his mouth. He emptied his mind, endured, and swallowed. With every bite, he could feel the essance of his humanity slowly espcaping through the pores of his body. His body was invaded with primal urges and his mind has fused with an alien entity. He felt like a container ready to burst.

After an hour of struggle, Rhadit regained his composure and exited the room. The rain was still pouring but there was only a few hours before the night is over. The ritual will be undone soon and he needed to move fast.



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It was Friday night in the midst of monsoon season and the usually hectic city was slowed down by soft drizle of rain and calm blows of wind. It was the Jakarta that ‘Babe’ liked the best: silent, still, and cold. While he just recently graduated from college, his facial hair and overall jaded complexion gave him the impression of an old man, hence his nickname. Babe turned from the main street of Sudirman and entered a rather quiet alley surrounded by tall office buildings and high rise apartments. Just between two small office buildings, he could see a dim light coming from a small cafe by the name of ‘Mistletoe’.

As Babe opened the door, he was greeted by the owner: a woman in her late thirties with slightly curled red hair. She wore an elegant red one piece that matched the colour of her hair. Babe did not know her personally, but he heard her staff called her ‘Mel’ before. He usually referred her as ‘The red woman’ in his mind.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming today. Would you like to order the usual?” ,the owner greeted him with a warm smile.

Babe nodded while closing his frail plastic umbrella and putting it in a box near the entrance. The cafe was a little more crowded than usual. He could see an older men in business attire occasionally looking at his rolex watch. Perhaps a higher-up in one of the nearby banks. On the other side of the room were university students from rich families, judging from their choice of handbags.

Babe sat down in his usual seat near the window and unpacked his leather bag. As he tooked out a novel,  a familiar waitress brought his drink.

“Hot Latte” said the girl as she served it from her tray.

As Babe nodded, he noticed  she looked different than the usual. Today she tied her hair in ponytail. A welcomed changed, he thought.

“You always sat in the same spot. Ordered the same drink. Read the same book. Why?“ asked the girl.

“Why?”, he said while almost stuttering. It was the first time she talked to him and he was rather unpreapared to start a conversation. After a short moment of thinking he answered to the girl.

“They say the definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over again. Hoping for different results”.

The girl looked slightly bewildered at his answer.

“Sorry. It was a random quote from Einsten that I happened  to recall”, said Babe while letting out a little laugh.

“I guess I’m just the type of guy that prefers familarity”. He continued, hoping to better end his answer.

The girl then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, seemingly try to process his answer. For a second, there was an akward silence with Babe wondering if the conversation had actually ended and the girl just standing still with her eyes closed. When she reopened her eyes, the girl gave Babe a small head nod before she excused herself and walked back to the counter. After letting out a sigh, he went back to his book and tooked a small sip from his now cold latte.

Why am I reading the same book? Well, it was a difficult book, why couldn’t he just say that?

‘Random quote from Einstein’, his own word echoed in his mind. Where did that came from?

A small movement on his left field of vision then brought him back to reality. Just beside his book now lies  a matcha velvet cake on a small round coffee plate.

“A different result” said the girl, before she went back to serve the other customer.

Babe spent the next five minutes staring blankly at the cake.

“Guess I am not allowed to be insane yet”,he said while taking a bite and watching the distorted car light passing through the wet windows pane.





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Good day, there is no need to know who I am, just need to know that I’m a subordinate of Aya-san. And I’ll be bringing random doses of news from the anime, manga and visual novel world. Without further ado:

  • The 3rd season of Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei has been given the go ahead to be produce under Studio Shaft and will be tittled Zan Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei and will be scheduled to debut in July.
  • Following up, a 2nd season of Hetalia Axis Power has been announced and will run on the web and mobiles phones just like the 1st season.
  • Many breathed a sigh of relief (Maybe…) as Zac Efron, in an interview, said that he is unlikely to be in the Full Metal Panic live action film adaption that will be produced by Mandalay Studios.
  • For those who enjoy the Another World arc in the original Clannad series maybe delighted to hear that the final Clannad After Story DVD will contain Another World arc, this time featuring Kyou.
  • A limited edition of the CD single “Falling Down” by English rock band Oasis, the opening song of Eden of the East, will be on sale in Japan on May 27th with an omake/bonus of an animated music video done by Production IG.

That is all for now. Anticipate an update every forthnight beginning next week, unless I have been hanging out with Komachi too much.

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