The Dark Side Of Love

Chapter Eleven

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

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The message was quite clear to him. Flashing in bold letters on the TV screen. It was quite comprehensible. Yet he could only look at the cup of tea that wasn't so clear with its black muddy color. Tea Seeping through the overflowing cup, falling over the papers, filled to the bream. Still he couldn't stop pouring. The hot water was scathing his skin. But he wasn't feeling the pain he was supposed to. Instead he felt the burning inside him. Unable to let the effect spread through his mind.

"I don't drink tea but thanks for the offer. Although....I think it has gone to waste already.."

"I wasn't preparing it for you." Gulf put the kettle down on the table before taking the cup in his hand then throwing it in the bin. "I was thinking of drinking it. Cold weather always makes hot tea tastes better. They burn you from inside. " He sat down on his chair looking at the man in front of him, who was probably planning his demise by now.

"But I don't think I need this to feel the burning anymore. After all, You are enough."

A smirk appeared on the lips of the man sitting before him. One leg on top of the other. Eyes judging him but not betraying the venom lying there somewhere.

"Aww...now I am hurt. My little Gulfy has really grown up. He even learn to insult his own uncle now."

"I wouldn't think of insulting you Uncle." He looked away from that sorry excuse of a human being then began searching for his cigarette pack. "Insulting seems backdated and a little childish, don't you think so?" Finally his eyes landed on the packet, lying on the corner of the table. It took him a little while to light it up. After successfully lilting it, his eyes fell on his uncle again.

"Although, the way you behaved today, do seem a little childish to me.....Uncle. Aren't you supposed to be the matured one here?"

If looks can kill, then Gulf was sure, he will be dead already. But fortunately it can't and this old man doesn't know that he plotted it earlier. he was just waiting for the lightening to struck or the right time.

"Don't tell me you're talking about the story all news channel are showing today?" He snickered before looking at the Tv behind him. "It's just old news. My fucked up wife dead in her even more fucked up apartment. Although I don't understand how they found about  your father." A smrik appear across his lips. "Oh I forgot it's probably because they were blood related right?"

Gulf's eyes looked at him for a moment. It won't take him even a moment to pick the gun from his drawer and blow this idiots mind off. So what's stopping him? Probably Because an easy death is not what he have planned for this person he once used to acknowledge as a relative. Not by a long shot. So he forgot about his gun and took another big puff trying to clear up his mind. "Do you know what is more fucked up, Uncle?" He put the ash in astray before looking at the now confused man before him. That stupid smile still gracing those lips making him wanting to wipe it off. "You."

"You are probably not saying what I think you are saying right?" 

 A dry chuckle left Gulf's lips, his eyes on the burning light of the cigarette in his hand. "But I am. I am saying that you, my dear Uncle Oliver, is the most fucked up thing that ever happened to her. And after that, I guess everything became more fucked up in her life like those things...chain reaction? Is that what is it called?"

Oliver Kanawut had the audacity to tsked before leaning back in his chair. "You are playing with fire Nephew, don't do it. You will get burned than will be thrown in the ashtray like that cigarette of yours."