Hidup Seperti Larry Artinya Novels & Stories

***************************** “You should have done something?” Larry says to me angrily as we walk down a forest. He's been furious because I hesitated at the store. “If I hadn't pressed the panic button we'll be all dead” He says. I stop and face him while the others pass by us pretending not to hear us. “Look” I said pointing at him, “We're all equally sacred, Xiao was sweating, Mel hands were shaking, Eddy was-” “Hey!” Eddy shouts. We both turn to him, there's this angry look on his face.

I was such an over-thinker anyways, so I decided to disregard the thoughts. At work, things were going really well too. I met this guy, and suddenly, it felt like I could actually have a normal life. I could actually meet people and get over my trauma. It should not be just Vincent who could curb my negative responses when it came to activities involving the opposite sex; sexual activities mostly. His name was Larry. Larry was a decent guy. He was the biggest shareholder in two law firms, and a highly sort out lawyer himself. He worked as a lawyer for one of the firms—the one in New York, to be precise.

Larry lingers for a moment, looking at me with something that might be guilt or might just be fear. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't want it to go this far." "Then let me go." "I can't. They'll kill me." "They're going to kill me anyway. And they'll probably kill you too, once you're no longer useful." I hold his gaze. "Is this really worth it, Larry? Whatever they're paying you?" He looks away. "You don't understand. I owe people. Bad people. If I don't pay them back..."

"But that's what I like the most about you " "Shut it." Lana rolls her eyes. "His name is Larry. Such a common name for a cute face. But he thinks it puts a rhyme to both our names, 'Larry and Lana'. I laughed out loud when he say that. Oh, and that's another thing. He makes me laugh so loud. He's not really funny but he says the most weird things at the most random times. Like yesterday, we were eating burgers and he asked me, 'where do you think all the poop that we poop goes?' And I said, 'I don't know'. And he said, 'It all gets dumped in Trump's fat body because he's a shìtty person with a shìtty heart.' See, that's not funny but I burst out laughing. I can't remember the last time I la

Larry walked up to my cell and said, "You're not looking good. You're pretty much just bone at this point." I looked at Larry with pure loathing, "And who's fault is that?" "Really, it's your own. I keep giving you the option to end all of this, but you keep turning me down." "That's because I'd rather see you dead. And with the way you're treating me, I won't live to see your deadline. So how do you expect me to live another four years like this?" "You do make a good point. I want you to know what it's like to suffer, so you'll realise that what I'm offering you isn't bad, but I don't want you to die in the process."

I stay behind, just in case someone decides to pull a trigger. On the bright side, if fate has a bullet for me in the cards, the first one will land in this moron’s forehead, not mine. “The place isn’t that far from here. It’s a small house, looks like a mushroom. Larry lives there with his grandmother, so please, try to act somewhat normal and don’t show your true colours to her. I don’t care what you do for as long as you don’t give the poor lady a heart attack,” he mutters.

Despite all that happened between him and Lulu, all he needed to do was to find another daughter-in-law for his parents! If he could achieve that, all the wedding arrangements wouldn’t be in vain. His parents wouldn’t be disappointed, either. His life would be the way he expected in the past; with a girlfriend, and then a wife and children in the future. Most of all, he would have love. However… Larry’s gaze turned maniacal. In order to make sure his “wife” stay by his side forever, he had to render her unable to move. The only way to make a living person unable to move, to resist or even to think…was to kill her!

“Larry’s opinion stopped mattering the moment he proved he was capable of putting my brother in a coma.” My hand balled into a fist. "Funny. Because from where I’m standing, Larry’s thriving. Building. Expanding. And you? You’re here playing dress-up. Like a little girl wobbling in heels two sizes too big.” They struck me hard, but I chose my anger careful... cold, exact, and dangerous. “Thriving you say? Or did you mean fucking his best friend’s widow and getting her pregnant before a year even passed? That sounds less like thriving and more like the whore-and-the-dick kind of story.”

But David snarled “Don’t be a cry baby Larry, you are the best doctor I know in this city, why are you talking like that. Well it is not a fun to get bored but me and you we are very different. I like to spend my time with women when I am bored but you like to sleep when you are bored. Why don’t you find yourself a woman who will keep you company?” Larry was surprised, he couldn’t believe that David was advising him when he couldn’t even keep his own wife.” That advise coming from you is very odd, David. Please remind me that when you have solved your issues with Betty and living happily ever after, as for now…. no I can never listen to you”

If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry. But Larry doesn’t even look up from his plate, using the clicking of fork and knife as a distraction from his father’s incessant stare. I shift from one end of my chair to another, twitching. The air feels stale. “It’s a command.” Larry rolls his eyes. “As if I have a choice. Like you haven’t already mapped out my whole life. I’m just another project to you.” He dumps his spoon on the table and jerks to his feet. “Sit down!”