Make A Wish

Her fingers deftly tapped each key on the black laptop keyboard. The series of paragraphs continued to flow on the 14" laptop screen.

Kanya Arundhati is currently working on her second novel after her first novel entitled A Mysterious Man, which has gained hundreds of millions of popular writing applications. That's where she earns and continues to write.

Her second novel, entitled Kill Me, is still in the same genre as the first novel, the thriller genre, mystery, and mixed with romance.

Kanya remains focused on typing paragraph by paragraph because the idea will not break after she hits the draft. However, her fingers stopped at the scene that will make her have nightmares; the murder scene. The part that Kanya quite liked and described the part was not difficult for her. Even so, Kanya would rethink when writing that part of the chapter.

“Well, you don't make murder scenes anymore, right?” Samuel Wijaya asked.

Samuel Wijaya — a man with light brown hair — is Kanya's best friend who has always supported her for the past year since she wrote the novel. The man grew closer to her and became her only friend.

“I have to finish this scene tonight! It is the last part of the chapter.” Kanya insisted, even though she knew that she would have nightmares and wake up with a headache in the morning. She will still complete the last part of the chapter.

“Kay ...,”

Kay is Kanya Arundhati's nickname —the pen name she uses on a writing platform that is very popular lately, to be precise. Her first novel boomed, even though it had a less enthusiast genre because of the many spooky and gripping scenes such as scenes of sadistic psychopaths who killed their targets, making readers shudder with horrified.

Kanya glanced at her best friend. “You don't have to wait for me! And what are you doing at night in my apartment, anyway?”

Samuel shook his head and sighed softly. “Okay, I'm leaving now. If you have a nightmare, don't call me in the middle of the night.” Samuel snorted as he cleared his belongings. 

“You needn't worry. I'm used to that dream. It's late, but you are still in my apartment.” She giggled.

Samuel Wijaya put on a flat face when he saw her. “Okay.” He replied.

She chuckled when Samuel Wijaya took a step and put his hand on the doorknob. Before opening the door, Samuel glanced at her.

“Kay, I'm leaving.”

“Be careful on the road not to meet a ghost.” She said with a laugh when she was looking at Samuel Wijaya from her seat. But she has no intention to get up and see him out of her apartment.

Samuel shook his head. “Gosh? Do you wish I met a ghost? What kind of friend are you ?!” 

“Your best friend,” Kanya said.

“Yes, I know! Bye, Kanya.” Samuel Wijaya opened the door and left Kanya's apartment.

She sat straight in her chair, staring blankly at the laptop screen in front of her. “Huh!” Kanya frowned and sighed as she thought about the part she was about to write. “Should I write that part tonight?!” Her elbows rested on the table while her ten fingers scratched gently on the top of her head. 

She glances at the clock, which shows 11:35 PM, and it will be midnight soon.

“It will be midnight, and I have to update a new chapter.”

Her face turned blue when it came to the part that made her head heavy as if she seemed hit by a hard object but did not leave a mark. 

Kanya is the type of author who is principled and consistent in what she has done. If the novel's chapter update is at midnight, she has to finish the chapter, and of course, she has to update at midnight, and she can't postpone it.

“25 minutes to go, and this is the last part of chapter 11. I have to finish it. Cheer up, Kanya!” She has fiery eyes. Her ten fingers ready to type every string of words in her mind.

Kanya finished wrote her last part in chapter 11 in less than 25 minutes. After double-checking for a few minutes, she posted up the chapter. She has been exhausted, and her eyes started to close after turning off the laptop and falling asleep there. 

In a foggy atmosphere, where Kanya is in an old warehouse. The warehouse where she stabbed the left chest of a man dressed in black. Kanya had entered the world — either dream like a real or real like a dream. She does not understand what she calls a recurring nightmare that bothered her often.

Kanya shouted and kept screaming that she wanted to run from there or get up forcibly. She held her head and felt a bitter sense penetrating the cavity of her soul. 

“No! No! Not anymore!”

She wants to run, but there is not even light because the dark fog overcomes the place. Her eyes did not see a single way out. As usual, Kanya became confused and disoriented.

“Kanya ... hey, you come again?”

The subtle tone of a man who was familiar to her ears greeted her. It's been a year since she wrote her first novel. Every time she writes a murder scene, this man will come in a dark fog in her dreams.

The soft sound of footsteps came from the man who greeted her just now. A tall and handsome man with perfect jawlines like an international model — this man only existed in her dreams. 

Yes, at this time, it was only in her dream.

Step by step, the man with the alluring smile approached her, and the black mist that enveloped the warehouse slowly faded when the man appeared.

“E, Eros.” Kanya softly said the name of the man who was a few meters away from her. Eros always gets killed in her dreams. “Don't come close!” She took a few steps back; a sense of bitterness had surged in her heart. She's afraid to kill that man and is worried every time she has to kill that man without mercy. Kanya's tears had rolled down her cheeks. She trembled as Eros's warm smile greeted her.

“Why, Kanya? Didn't you come because you missed me?”

Every step, Eros got closer to her. He sprinkled red rose petals with every step he took that fell from his hand. Kanya noticed the same thing over and over again, and soon the thing she feared would happen.

“I said, don't come closer!” she shrieked in a loud voice.

Eros purposely shook his head in disapproval. “Make a wish, Kanya.”

Kanya's heart seemed to sink into her stomach as Eros's dreaded sentence slid from his lips.

The rose petals in Eros's hand had turned into a sharp dagger that was dark red. Eros unhesitatingly extended the dagger to Kanya. She was terrified to see the dagger she used to stab his left chest when it repeatedly pierced.

“No! Not anymore! I beg you.”

“Take it, Kanya.” He made a stern tone when ordering Kanya. 

Without any resistance, her right hand took the dagger from Eros's hand slowly. Kanya's iris turned red as she gripped the dagger in her hand. In her deepest recesses, she's trying to fight herself, but the dagger in her right hand was ready to slide towards Eros's left chest.

“Make a wish, Kanya.” Eros hissed. “Make a wish.” Eros hissed near her once again.

“Die!”

The dagger stuck into his left chest as her cold, and heartless feeling had pierced his bone. The blood starts dripping from his left chest. The pain Eros felt appeared through her eyes. However, there was no compassion she felt right now.

“Cough!”

The blood immediately flows out when Kanya deliberately pulled out the dagger. She began to smile sadly at the painful eyes of the handsome man in front of her. Too bad Eros had to die many times at the hands of Kanya.

“Hahaha ~” Kanya's laugh echoed through the warehouse.

Eros no longer spoke, and Kanya, without hesitation, stabbed him in the left chest once, twice, thrice, up to countless times. Finally, Eros fell due to the tip of the dagger piercing his heart. 

🍁 Happy Reading 🍁

Although dying many times in your hands is my destiny, I will accept it happily. — Apple Leaf