The Monster

Elia said she was going to kill the monster. Theria repeated the sentence in his head. The sentence danced in his mind as well as his tongue. Such great consequences began to feel overwhelming his and Elia's existence at that very moment.

"Monster? Who are the monsters you mean?"

"Who else?! A human being who claims to be my mother!"

Elia shouted all her hatred. Her defense for silence that had been built dismantled by herself in front of Theria.

"From the news I heard she was dead."

Theria deliberately folded his hands. He wanted to know more about what Elia had in mind but did not try to urge her, he threw a pass and knew for sure that Elia would eat it.

"That's because she hasn't died yet! there is no way she died so easily! The monster cannot be killed! I will do it!"

"Explain in detail, I don't want to assume your determination was born from dreams."

Elia took a breath. Her face was already red. She started with the easiest sentence to find.

"It's because I became her ritual puppet all this time."

Unusual confession.

Theria observes any body language that will not lie. He didn't see the slightest doubt or sign that it was just a wreath.

"Ritual? I don't understand. You have to tell it from the beginning. Oh you want to drink first?" said Theria with a more fluid attitude. He felt Elia needed to drink first.

The freshness of the water will change the way Elia starts the story. It would also remove the obstacles that were in Elia's chest.

Theria got the water available not far from them. The glass he proffered to Elia reminded Elia of the bamboo tumblr she got in the Ruang Hampa.

"I think I know why I went into the Ruang Hampa, if not wrong,."

Elia was finally able to start with a nuanced tone that was safer to hear the ears. The hue of her face is now very different from the previous few seconds, who do not want to lose, as well as want to cry.

While Elia was arranging to continue the story, Theria waited patiently for her continuation.

"It was all because I had been eager to kill her, but my desire was held back by every warmth she gave me. I was confused, I couldn't see her as a human being when she made me her ritual puppet, but at other times she transformed into the figure I missed during my stay. Ah, you must not know that she often leaves me alone, right? During that time I was busy doing things, until one day I saw a bloodsucking creature. At that time I was helped by Max and became familiar with him, then unexpectedly, it turned out that they knew each other, and we became more and more familiar. I like Max, as well as him, oh sorry."

Elia wet her lips, she felt the need not to tell more about her relationship with Max to Theria, because the main point of this story is not that.

"The point is we became familiar, but I can't tell Max this. There was a lot of confusion in me, often I thought he might not believe me because every time she finished performing the ritual, I was fine, as if all the torture during the ritual was only in my dreams. But, my subconscious seemed to keep it all, I saw again how she did it while in the Ruang Hampa. The pictures popped up in the Ruang Hampa. Everything she did to me made me not know who I was, I didn't know the function of my existence, I was lost in the spells she read, and many other things that also made me not admit that they were all reality. Oh.... my terrible life."

Elia stopped because her body began to shiver and goosebumps. Her memory worked quickly to re-display the images that were deliberately deflected and erased from her mind during this time. She hugged her own body, ducking until her chest was almost attached to her knees.

Theria sitting across the table saw Elia's back flattened with the surface of the table. He stood up and walked up to her. He put his left palm on Elia's back. He heard Elia seem to be spitting out her stomach contents but nothing came out of it. Only the wind is dry and empty. He could see the darkness surrounding Elia's neck.

"I think all this time I've been trying to protect myself by deflecting those memories, there's nothing I want, so... I choose to live with falsehood," Elia said with her mouth trembling. She also tried to sit up straight again.

Theria stroked her back to make Elia feel more relieved and able to breathe.

"Continue again after you are calmer," Theria interjected.

Theria melodious voice created a hole of relief for Elia who nodded according to his advice. Theria patted and stroked Elia's back for a while. He didn't say anything to Elia, only in his heart did he say, "At least I understand now what triggered this anomalous situation."

Theria could surmise that Elia was indeed a tool used to awaken ancient forces that could destroy the wave order. The presence of that power will cause endless anomalous situations. The thing that is feared by the upper world and the surface world. Even if it would have no effect on him, he realized that he could not allow anything bad beyond the power of every living being to happen to them.

"The creature must not reach the surface," knots Theria coldly.

"I can make a sweet fruit salad. Do you want to?"

Theria is like talking to a sister who is too sad after getting the final test score too bad. Without a word, Elia nodded.

Theria took his equipment to make the fruit salad he said. He sliced the fruit and arranged it into a bowl right in front of Elia.

Meanwhile, Elia watched him silently. She looked at Theria's hand movements using the knife easily. The sharp side of the knife rhymes with the fruit and cut board. Elia smiled when saw it.

"This simple thing can already comfort you?" Theria quipped.

Elia chuckled.

"I don't know why either, but it feels good."

"It's fun to cut fruit like this," admits Theria.

"Want to try?" at least he tried to create a moment of healing for Elia.

"Have you done it many times? It's not a new hobby?"

"I often do it for myself and Melianor. We need energy and it can be obtained from fresh fruit like this," Theria said. His voice was clear and fresh, making every ear that heard it would feel that there was nothing wrong with his life. He is a figure who has the role of being like a miracle-carrying fairy to the universe. He's the kind of drizzle that makes people able to sit quietly by the window, and then remember the sweet things in their lives.

"Want to try?" Theria offered it once again.

"You just need to slice this into a dice shape, adjust it to the size of your mouth."

Elia laughed. She didn't want to imagine strange things, but she couldn't avoid it. The pictures that tickled her had already exploded first.

"Why laugh? What's so funny?"

"No, it's okay."

Elia quipped from her imagination, which began to desire Theria's red and soft lips. In order not to be discovered, Elia stood up and asked for a knife from Theria's hand.

Just then, Theria was a little dumbfounded by Elia's change in expression.

"I want to try," said Elia, whose face was cheerful, as if there were no terrible scars from her.