Ash-boss
The heavy duty

Barrel had just woken up from his sleep. The body feels very tired. Every step he took felt heavy. Every now and then he wandered until finally his body fell down right after he managed to open the door of his room.

"Sakiiit.." lamented Laras while holding his chest. It felt really tight for Laras that night. It was a very long night for Baras. The night after he made it home with two death angels.

//

"I thought I was really dead." said Laras. His entire body trembled and he felt a little shivering.

"I can grant it at any time." said the voice of the guard.

"Finish your task. Just choose which one is your path!" The script prevents the figure of the guard from pulling Laras' soul from his body. Although that is not the purpose of the action of the real guard.

"You're right," Laras flipped his body and began to walk into the hallway of his room. "...I still have a choice."

Baras waved his hand. Say bye-bye and banish the two subtle life-threatening creatures of every occupant of the house they visit.

//

"I'm really thinking of a death right now." His breathing was heavy. The barrel tried to rise from the fall with both hands propping up on the floor below it. I really lost all energy. Even to wake up though, Laras felt unable.

The stomping of footsteps made Laras speechless. He was ready for his condition. Moreover, vaguely from the end of the hallway of his room, Laras saw the figure of the black-winged guard walking slowly towards him. In the eyes of the barrel of the step it looks slowmotion like scenes where the main character of the story will be faced with something that could be thrilling or even tense. And in the mind of Laras this time, it must be a scene where the main character of the story is picked up by death in peace.

"I've seen a lot of death but can't do anything, even now it's the same..." Laras looked before him just as another figure of the guard knelt before him. Another style of the guard looks like a mafia who is ready to fire his gun on his victims who have fallen to the ground. That's the position that Laras now feels.

"You have a fever" said another guard figure who is none other than Eren. Aye! Eren's. The figure that Laras wants to meet at this time.

"I'd rather this figure pick me up." Laras muttered then dropped the part of his head on Eren's hand which had just finished measuring the temperature on Laras' forehead.

Eren's hand kept that part of his face from falling. Holding back and then carrying Laras' body back into his room.

"If you're like this, how should I pick them up." murmured Eren put Laras' body on his bed.

"I have no power to pick you up, but their lives should have gone back to the gray valley..." Eren noticed a wood-framed photo that was close to the Laras room lamp table. It was a photo of Laras with her grandparents.

"You've got the right for too long... You've avoided death over and over again just for his current figure..."

"Nwg..." Baras started to deliriate. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. He seems agitated in his current state.

"Is this the effect of what happened this afternoon?!" Eren took off his figure and returned to the form of the guard. Trying to calm Laras down in his unconsciousness, the guard rubbed Laras' face and fell silent after seeing the calmness on that face.

In silence, a shadow disturbed the guard's vigilance. He became another figure himself. Eren's. Following a gust of shadow that was so familiar to him, Eren stopped the steps of Aksara once Aksara was silent in front of the door of Laras's grandfather and grandmother's room.

"What can we do?"

"They're on the valley list!"

"A soul that manages to avoid death many times in order to maintain its own life is well worth going to a good place..."

"..living to live the soul of the forbidden."

"It's like asking them to turn themselves in..." The character smiled stiffly.

"That's how he's fucked up." Aksara.

The two invisible creatures remained unmoved by the silence of the night. Can only be glued in front of the door until the sun begins to show its light. The shadow of the two creatures slowly disappeared without doing anything that became their duty that night.

"A puzzling task." muttered Aksara before completely disappearing from where he stood.

Laras was silent on the porch of his room. He did not have enough energy to reprimand the two creatures who had been standing at the door of his grandparents. Laras only hopes that Aksara or Eren will not pick the parents from his house. Only Laras' grandparents had after the accident that claimed the lives of his parents. Until the morning before, the two figures who he considered friends did not do anything meaningful. Only an occasional hiss was heard because they were talking about something that was unreachable by Laras' hearing.

As soon as the door of the room in front of Laras opened, the grandmother immediately walked quickly to find her grandson leaning against the terrace wall in front of her room with a reddened face.

"When have you had a fever?" asked the grandmother after successfully measuring the body temperature of Laras.

"Today there is no school. Rest at home." the grandfather helped Laras to stand up.

"I can cake," said Laras and rose from his backrest. _I'm just afraid that they're taking you away from my side..._

Laras lay down and sat in his bed when he heard a voice greeting in the yard of his house. He was stunned by the voice he heard. His heart is pounding. His body immediately sweated. Her memory is now back just before she regained consciousness from fainting at UKS school yesterday afternoon. The day is near noon.

"Hi forbidden creature!" his first greeting as soon as entering the room. She's Zara. He carried two white plastic bags and placed them on a study table. "Eat to feel better."

"Thank you."

"Aksara told me yesterday..." Zara fell silent. "You have something different to do."

Laras sighed. "You may not care about my current situation..."

"You must know it, so that next time you will not fall as easily as today."

Baras looked at Zara. The words he made were firm and clear.

"You have to control yourself. Inevitably, ready unprepared, likes not to like, until your task is completed, you will experience some things like yesterday. Maybe lighter. Or worse than before."

Barrel smiled. Somehow he feels now. It was as if he had to do something for the lives of others. Laras.

"You've walked the streets several times and experienced nothing, except what happened yesterday, that's not an exception. That's what you have to face going forward."

"You're being too forthright." Aksara greets by displaying his winged figure of bones.

"He is ready. Just don't want to wake up yet." Zara pulled her seat. "This is the first effect he received after several deliveries."

" You..." Laras looked at the two creatures who were now looking back at him. While the other figure in the corner was just speechless enjoying the wind that blew from the corner of the room window. "Why did you come together today?"

Alksara. Zara just smiled wryly. Knowing the purpose and purpose of Laras' question, Zara then took an orange from the plastic bag she was carrying. "Want to eat oranges?" laras deftly peeled the orange and divided it into Baras.

"Let me be with them a little longer."

The figure of the guard's shadow immediately disappeared from the quiet room.

Hearing the sentence coming out from Laras, Aksara and Zara slightly lowered their heads. Not unwilling to give it a chance, but time is running very fast at this time. And it's not their job to pick up Laras' grandparents again this time.