Berkedut Mata Kanan Novels & Stories

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

Seorang cewek berkacamata mengangkat tangan. “Lama waktu saat seseorang menggunakan Bakat tidak boleh lebih dari dua jam,” cewek itu berujar. “Atau setidaknya, hingga tubuh mulai merasa tidak mampu lagi mengeluarkan kekuatan. Gejalanya adalah pusing, lemas, sesak napas, dan mata berkunang-kunang. Jika tetap dipaksakan, maka akan menyebabkan kematian.” Pak Zub bertepuk tangan tiga kali dan bertanya, “Siapa namamu?”

Kanina naman ay mukhang maganda ang gising nito. Akma ‘kong kukunin ang iPad nang maramdamang may nakatingin sa ‘kin. Pag lingon ko sa kanan saktong nagtama ang mga mata namin ni Kamahalan. He has that poker face mask on the only thing that tells me of the brewing rage on his head was the tic on his jaw. Uh-oh!