Dispatched

Chapter 5

The bald man stood abnormally, his hands have a kitchen knife and was ready to strike down the woman. He breathes fastly and soundlessly in the dark room.

Just kill her, you imbecile! She will tell everyone and suspects you a killer! His thoughts wants to kill this innocent blood in front of him, slaughter her, eat her every inch of her body.

He raised his hand with the weapon, shuddering of what he was going to do. "Shit! I can't," He cursed under his breath as his heart told him to spare this woman.

He wasn't hesitant to kill women, he would do anything to let him feel the crimson blood splattered his body, the organs he would eat (that will make him puke).

I never like this woman, we didn't know each other a lot. But why I'm afraid to slaughter her?! Damn it! He thought for a while, let the silence surrounds him, even the voices.

He sees the woman shifted, meeting her eyes closed and peacefully sleep. Maybe another day, he went out of the resident's place and moved to his. He felt pain to feel how weak he is, how pathetic he didn't kill a person.

- Time Skip -

Samantha got to the school and do her job as a teacher. It was a smooth day so she felt enthusiast until she collided with someone. "I'm sorry," said the person, giving her a lift to stand.

"It's okay, it's just an accident," said Samantha. Clueless of who is helping her, she was surprised to meet him. "Charles, it's so long I didn't meet you,"

A few days they didn't meet after their last met at the apartment. The two didn't much meet at school and avoided to have any eye contacts. Even though they see each other yet think each other as strangers.

"Ah, Samantha. Although we didn't meet a few days, I also felt happy to see you," said Charles. He beams a smile as she was delighted to see him jovial today.

"Oh, I want to ask you something," said Samantha. I hope she doesn't think I'm suspicious, he thought. "I'm inviting you to meet my parents," she momentarily chuckled in front of him.

"Why? Well, I would love to meet them but why?" This perplexed Leonardo. He thought meeting a woman's parents would mean he would be her boyfriend.

"I talk about my days in work and I said I met you. They were quite excited to see you," she tugged her hair at the back as she got nervous all of the sudden. "If you don't want to come, you can decline it."

"Thanks for the invitation, I would love to meet them!"

"Aw, too bad you- what?"

"I said I want to come with you to see your parents," said Leonardo as the woman mentally frowned. I wish you didn't accept it, Charles, she thought. "I need to go now, see you at..."

"I will take you to my parents house and it's tomorrow. Don't forget!" She walked to the office as the man went his way to the science class.

- Time Skip -

"Wonderful! I will prepare something special for him!" Said the mother as she talk to her daughter at the phone.

Samantha mark her students test, the mother talk happily on the phone. I hope tomorrow won't be a disaster or get awkward, she thought while ignoring her mother's words.

"Young lady! I'm talking to you!" Ms. Johnson jolted at her desk and hit her foot by her work desk. "What are you doing anyway?" She hissed softly and see her foot was still alright.

"Sorry, I was marking my student's exam papers," said Samantha while she felt pain for that small incident. "What did you said, Mum?" Asked the teacher.

"I said if Charles had any particular dishes he likes. By..." she directly calls the man with another mobile phone and dials his number. She heard the ringing stops and hear his deep voice.

"This is Charles Leonardo speaking," he wrote some notes as Sam starts to speak to him. "It's you Samantha, but you didn't have my number," said Charles and began to mark his students workbooks.

"That's not important, I just want to ask-"

"Are you listening Samantha?!" The other phone left behind at the desk speaks loudly. The caller she is talking could hear it. "Who are you talking to? Yourself?" Nagged the mother.

She sighed, stopped the speaker and talk to her mother with the left ear pressing on the phone. "Sorry again. I was talking to Charles," then the old woman's ears felt bliss to hear that name.

"You're talking to him? Can I talk to him?" The mother now got cheery and forgot the nagging towards her daughter. She opens both the phone's speaker as the two callers engage a conversation.

"Hello Charles, this is Samantha's mother speaking."

"Good day, Mrs. Johnson! Thank you for inviting me to your house tomorrow."

"You don't need to thank me, say, what is your favorite dish?"

"I particularly like salad and meatloaf."

"Thank you for telling me that, see you tomorrow night."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson."

The mother hung up while Charles didn't. "You want to talk to me something?" Asked Samantha. She almost done her job as she quickly mark while both of them were talking.

"Yes, I think your mother is very sweet. Also, thank you for letting me talk to your mother. I was quite nervous at first," she smiled as she put down her pen.

"Well, I could hear your voice quivering. You must be really nervous," Charles blushed by embarrassment.

"See you tomorrow, Samantha."

"You too," he hung the phone. Sam was quite tired by the papers she had marked and stacked neatly on the desk. She sighed and thought about the dinner.

" I hope the dinner would be what I anticipate..."