“I waited and counted down every second. Until now I can't wait for it.”

I slowly stepped back. Then turn off all the lights leaving only the light from the TV.

I let it wander in.

There are no security cameras in my house.

It was slowly approaching. along with spewing harsh words along the way

“Die, you damn face.”

Shock!!!

gulp!!

Whose voice do you think this sentence is?

A small town not too far from the countryside. I am a broken home boy who tries to create everything by myself. I don't have a family. I'm the only child whose parents died when I was young, and none of my relatives wanted to adopt me because they didn't want the additional burden. I understood that and didn't care.

I grew up alone. Lives in a community which is also my parents' old house. I try to live my life well every day. I don't drink and I don't smoke. I always exercise and check my health. To ensure that when the time comes, I will be ready.

I am now twenty-nine years old. Even though I have enough money to buy a new house But I still live in the same place with patience, forbearance, living mindfully and restraint in every second that I I will not accidentally kill anyone when the time comes.

From when I was little until now The people next to my house still haven't stopped creating a nuisance. Whether it's drinking or playing loud music. It's getting louder and louder. In high school, I couldn't study for exams. When I want to rest, I can't sleep well. Because of the walls of the house that are very close to each other It allows almost all sound to pass through. The louder it was turned on, the more the walls of the house shook.

I accumulate this annoyance. I get angry every time I hear the music it plays. It made me hate every song they listened to and I didn't even want to hear their voices. I don't want to see his face. It took me ten years of effort and patience. To wait for that day One day only for people who have reached thirty years of age.

The day you will be the one to exercise your rights on the night of your baptism.

I wait and count down every second. Until now I can't wait for it.

I forgot to introduce myself. So just call me Mew.

office

"Hey friend, aren't you sleeping again?"

Ben's voice asked. Every morning there is this one that keeps an eye on my sleep from the previous night. But I've never told him about it.

“What do you want to tell me? Will you please listen to me, friend?”

He raised his eyebrows before asking me for the hundredth time, I don't know. Worked on it for many years. He asks me this almost every day. But today is not the same. Because it looks more serious than ever.

“I'm serious, Mew. You vent. I'll listen without commenting. If you don't ask."

I was puzzled for a moment while looking at its face. I know it concerns me about my depression. But I take medicine and see the doctor all the time. And I never thought of hurting myself. I've told you before, right? that I take care of myself very well

“So… get off work today. Are you sleeping at my house?” If he goes, I will tell him all about it.

"K, let's go."

It's time to get off work. I packed up my things and told Ben to meet me in the parking lot so he could come with me. Part of it is parked at the company. Because my house is not too far from work. It takes about fifteen minutes. But damn Ben is twenty minutes from home, just in the opposite direction.

“Go ahead, it's a bit narrow,” I told him before opening the door.

My house is an old one-story house. There is a small wall. The structure is not very strong because some parts are still made of wood. From an empty, one-story house, there was nothing. I gradually added to it. Divided into a living room in the front of the house. There's a smart TV and an expensive sofa set. Until now, I still don't know why I bought it because I spend all day at work.

A little further is the bedroom. The kitchen is outside the house. There is a slatted divider for hanging small kitchen equipment.

I told my friend to take it easy, but I didn't think it would be too comfortable like this. He took off his shoes and left his rotten socks to show off his stinky paws around the house. before going to sit on my favorite sofa No need to invite at all. Manage yourself well

"It's very soft. Oh, do you have something to eat?" Satisfied with my sofa, he asked for something to eat. Because I don't cook much. There are only dry goods and frozen goods.

“I'll order some noodles for you to eat. This one can be used.”

He nodded before I ordered from my regular shop not far from my house. Every time the food was delivered, I was met with the eyes of the aunt next door who pretended to be standing and sweeping the floor next to the wall next to my house. What a stupid person. There isn't even a single leaf. He's still standing and sweeping. Many times I turned around and looked. But Auntie hurriedly averted her eyes. Today is the same.

You probably saw that people would come to my house every once in a while. So I was attentive. But don't pay too much attention to it and walk into my house.

I walked to the back of the house to prepare bowls for two people. before returning to the Japanese table that his friend had spread out and waited.

“Your house is nice. If it doesn't say…” Ben turned to face the house next door. where it started dragging out loudspeakers from temple events to turn on It's probably the day someone dies that they're preparing to celebrate again. As soon as the food and drink were ready, it began to test the sound.

“This is just the beginning. You'll be listening to this all night,” I told him, then turned around and hurriedly ate the bowl of noodles before the noodles became sluggish.

I finished showering first and quickly brought a cloth from the bedroom and spread it in the middle of the living room. Today, Ben and I lay in the mosquito nets, playing games and chatting like single men.

“You pick a game, buddy,” Ben said, his hand still running through his wet hair.

“Okay.”

“Dammit, you are a motherfucker.”

“You're a piece of shit, Ben. Don't bully me."

I teased him, as he took a sip of beer from a can of I don't know how much. Played four rounds and lost every round. During this time, they call it a break in behavior. I don't know if it's my behavior or yours. Because the condition of the room right now is a damn mess. The remains of a bag of snacks that couldn't be thrown into the bin and a crumpled beer can scattered all over the place.

“Do you think it went off? It's past midnight.” Ben shook his head at the music that shook the walls of the house. Because the sound was compressed in

“You just listen. And it's been like this since my parents were still here. Now that he's completely dead, he still hasn't quit.”

Go back to high school

Loud music during high school exam season That evening, I was nervous because I had to read both the final exam book and the worksheets to prepare for the university entrance exam. Nothing goes into my head. There's only music and howling voices that they turn on and sing karaoke. How much does a buffalo cry when it gives birth? The sound heard was probably like that.

They play music from the morning of one day until the morning of the next. There are some breaks around 3:00 a.m. At seven o'clock in the morning it started again.

Many times neighbors came and asked for the noise to be reduced. It was reduced in about ten minutes. Then turned up the volume again.

But today I really can't stand that sound.

“Excuse me!” I walked out of the house and stopped in front of their house before yelling over the loudspeaker.

“Excuse me, please turn your voice down a little!”

I'm back to writing novels. Very serious

Please leave it to me, the night of baptism, a short story.

I believe that many people have problems with their neighbors. Let's talk about where this story will end.

Anything is possible in this matter... Will Mew make a mistake? Please follow.

------ continue ------

“Excuse me, can you please lower your voice!” I gasped again. But they still haven't heard it. Until my expression started to tighten in a way that I didn't realize. But then an old man walked out and lowered his voice in order to listen to me.

"What's up, young man?"

“Please keep your voice down. I have to study for an exam.” I told him nicely. Try speaking to him a little and see if he understands.

“Alright, Ken, I'll take it easy.” His wrinkled hand patted my shoulder a few times, like, "Okay, I'll take care of it." And fuck, he really lowered his voice. But when I closed the door and entered the house, I turned up the volume and continued singing karaoke. Barking and howling loudly and not stopping. And that made me angry enough to throw a pile of books on the floor. In his head he kept thinking about why they didn't just die.

The next morning, I got up early and read a book. Starting at 3 a.m. is when they stop howling. Today, luckily, I read until 6:00 p.m. because they weren't at home. But when I came back, they started playing loud music again, but I didn't care because today I had a long shoot packed with content all day. I'm ready to be in front of the TV to relax my brain from 9 p.m.

But today, it's not that easy.

Around 9:00 p.m., I heard someone knocking on the door in front of the house. With the sound of people shouting but not being able to hear clearly

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"you!

xxxxxx 

Fuck… open the door!”

“This asshole!” I cursed. It was this asshole next door. But I couldn't clearly hear him cursing at all and got up and walked over to open the door of the house.

Crack! Awesome!

"Why! Were you cool yesterday? That's why I came to tell my father to keep his voice down. "Ugh." That idiot next door. I wonder if yesterday's old man was his father. Probably going to tell the story to my son, so I went to find the story. The smell is buzzing here.

"You're trying to fight with me, oh my!" He still wasn't standing straight, but he was still daring to punch her.

“You are such a lousy mess. The child has no father or mother. Your uncle still doesn't want it, you orphan!”

I stood there, clenching my fists, listening to him spew all sorts of rude and insulting words. No matter how much I want to pull its intestines out and play with it, I have to be patient. I've endured it until now. Be patient a little longer, grit your teeth and wait. What's going to happen?

“Are you old, animal? What right do you have? Why would I open my house loudly?!” He screamed at me loudly before I decided to push the house door fully open. Then slowly walk back one step at a time.

Step slowly and reach out to turn off the light switches one by one to turn them off. And all that's left is a faint light from the TV.

I've always thought that I wanted it to come rushing in and follow me.

And today it wandered in.

But in my house there is no security camera.

There it was, walking, leaning, clinging to the edge of the table, coming closer.

You probably can't see it clearly, right?

“Die, you bastard!!!”

Whose voice do you think this sentence is?

So cool!!! gulp!!!

There are no security cameras in my house.

And it happened that I There was a small sharp knife inserted into the table in front of the TV.

Yes, I meant to lure him in.

It spews harsh words all the way. Without noticing when the knife was in my hand.

“Die, you bastard.”

Yes, that's my threat. The sound whispered in his ear as the knife in his hand slowly stabbed under his ribs.

I only stabbed in the tip because I didn't want to hit any important points yet. before twisting his hand in a circle, causing the pointed tip to dig into the flesh until it screamed incoherently.

I stared into its eyes and slowly rubbed its head with my blood-covered hand. It's like he's trying to comfort him. Today you will not die.

Its howling sound and the smell of its blood made my one-sided headache disappear in the blink of an eye.

It screamed like a crazy person. No matter how much you open your mouth People at your house will never hear. Why? It's because of the song they played loudly.

And then suddenly it was like his lungs were about to burst open. Starting to let go, you will become weaker, like a person will pass out.

So I slowly pulled out the knife. I grabbed his hand and grabbed the knife edge. Before I pulled the black sticker off the knife's handle and put it in my pocket.

I grabbed his other hand and made him hold the knife handle. before forcing his hand to stab the knife into my shoulder in a slashing manner

It was in a state of unconsciousness, looking helpless at what I had forced it to do.

“Ah!” Damn, it really hurts.

“Damn boy, gulp! Why did you stab me? What the hell are you doing?” He gathered his wits and stood up and threw the knife. He rushed out in front of the house with blood dripping all the way.

I hurriedly got up and turned on the light. before standing and looking at him running with his hand on his stomach Then he slowly fell down in a heap beside the door of my house in excruciating pain. Just this small wound

Don't you think you'll get hit?

Is it torture?

Don't die yet.

Because I've just started...

Don't die yet. Because I've just started...

Still, more can go. I'll come again.