Revenge of The Genius

      Once you look at my eyes, you’ll never be able either to glaze or escape from. Your body will be immovabled since you see my beautiful sight stared at your own eyes. Everything that I’m going to say with you, all of them, are lies. But, I don’t understand why, all of you still have a trust with me. Sighs… humans are too easy to be understood, lied, and played with.

10 years ago…

“Sinus 0: 0, Cosines 0: 1, Tangent 0: 0.” 

“Hmm… I still thinking about this, why the first number that mentioned in Mathematics is ZERO? Is it the smallest number? No…no, actually not. There’re several negative numbers that mean they’re smaller than the zero. I’ve been trying to find the reason but I didn’t find it yet and it made me stressed. Oh God, why am I so smart, it disturbs me a lot”

     My name’s Mercy Venetian, I was born in a small town nearby Washington D.C. about 5 years ago. I’m a girl who had both fortunate and unfortunate in my life. Did you know the reason? It’s because I suffered an extinct psychological disease called LLI or Low Latent Inhibition that made me grew as a genius child. But, almost of my friends were unwilling to talk with me, they said that they don’t want to have ‘a weird friend’ in their life.

My brain was full with some science theories and formulas. I always study about it from the sun rose till it set in the evening. One afternoon, my friend came to my house and said, “Hey Mercy, let’s play hide and seek! The others have been waiting for you!” I answer it calmly, “Hey, I can’t hide from this question cause I still seek for the answer and I haven’t found it yet.” “Sighs… every day every night you study about that but you can’t explain me why the earth is a circle.” 

It’s impossible for you to understand my habit-that became my hobby- studying, yes it’s my hobby. While the other early children were playing outdoor together but I prefer to study science to enrich my knowledge. For me, it’s everything, if you have no knowledge, then you’ll have nothing. My parents actually knew that I suffered another psychological disorder called Schizophrenia whenever I couldn’t control my curious mind. I was once ever attacked by it when I tried to comprehend the integral’s equation a half year ago. After that moment, my parents abandoned me and continuing my life with loneliness.

One rainy day, a blessed little boy with his parents found me and pick me up into their car. The little boy’s parents said that they’ve ever heard about me from their house’s assistants, my neighbors, so they decided to adopt me. Then, I hugged my new parents, the Ali Al-Habib’s family tightly, say thank you without number to them and the little boy. The rainy day mean nothing for me, because I would start a new happy life, I wish.

The first day…

I still couldn’t believe this! A big cozy house with a fountain in the center, surrounded by some beautiful big trees. Two securities were guiding the entrance and bowing themselves to the family. I murmured, “Woahh! What a fuckin’ beauty life!” My eyes didn’t glaze in a minute till the little boy tapped my shoulder and shakes my hand, “I’m Mohammed Ismail Al-Habib, your new friend and brother. Hope we’ll be a good sibling” said the little boy without expression.

One midnight I was woken up by the noisy clockwise. All lamps had turned off except in a little room in the corner. I tried to enter the room until suddenly a whispered sound heard and I looked behind but there’s nothing left. “Duuaarr…, ha ha ha you’re very surprised my girl!” said my father. What a damn! I supposed it might be a ghost. 

“What’re you doing in this midnight dad?” “Ah, I just continue my work. Hey, you must go to bed, why are you waking up?” “I’m thirsty, I want to drink a glass of water”. After I finished my drink, I followed my father into his room. My curious mind couldn’t stop thinking when I read my father’s thick books. Then, my father told me about his job, a psychology lecturer. He explained me a lot of facts about human’s psychology; their actually inner feeling, body languages, and the meaning of whatever they said.

It’s incredible, I thought. Because I didn’t need to ask about them either to their close friends or neighbors to know their personality. My father gave me some clues whenever we needed to observe someone’s psychology. My father underestimated me and said that I was too little to understand this lesson. But I didn’t give up and tried those clues given by my father one by one with my family.

I wrote my observation’s result in a small book. Then, I found a fact that all of family’s member were untruthful people. They had a bad intention for everything they did to me. I ever felt about this when my parents forbade me to open a big cupboard full by books, the reason was the books inside wasn’t important although they knew that I couldn’t never read a book.  Once I felt that I shouldn’t be lonely again, but in the end, I still be the solitary one.

  Time flies fast and now I’m working as a chemical scientist in a big city, far away from my parents. This is Monday and its sunny day make me want to have an ice cream as my lunch’s dessert. Sitting in a VIP room like this make me feel so dozy. All of my efforts that I’ve did in my past give me a really good result.

Yeah… It’s time to back to work again. Listening to Ava Max’s Sweet but Psycho really helps my mind to think clearly. Oh… I have some lists to do and I should finished them all no late than 6 p.m. Damn! It makes me stressed. Okay… just take a deep breath and do it one by one.

I drive my fast car in this silent night without caring the other’s deep sleep. Isn’t it fair? No one understand me so I need to understand nobody. After half an hour I reach my home, the coziest place that I was bought it a year ago. Living in this city makes me forget every terrible thing that were happened in my past. I close my bedroom’s curtain and go to bed.

The sun rises beautifully in the east, bringing the nicest scene of blossoming flowers out of my window. It seems complete by the early bird sing together above the trees. And I, still falls in my endless dream, sleep away on my bed, hug both my bolster and doll. I think, I’m fit to bear the name of ‘sleeping beauty girl’ of this.

On the way to my office, I see a suspicious black car follows me since I’m out of my house’s alley. It also keeps up on me when I’m going back home in the night. I stop in a restaurant, enjoy my delicious dinner then I’m very surprised when I’m looking at a person with a black car. He’s my step-father. Darn! How can he know where I am? This’s going to be awful, I’m sure with that.

The following day, I open my public chat app that hasn’t been used for a year. In my opinion, it isn’t important for some person who always busy with their job, like me. But today, I’ll misprint this perception. This app may be very useful to fulfill my mission. Yep, I have a new list to do besides my daily work. Three name has been discovered, the others two are still on the way. You don’t need to know what I’m going to do, because you’ll never understand though I tell to you more than twice.

At night before I’m going to bed, I open my old small book. It’s the thing that still be the useful one. There’s an imagery “don’t judge a book by its cover”, it’s truly correct, I say. My old small book has several advantageous though it doesn’t look interesting. Several things that I’ve wrote in this book will be the clues for me to complete this mission. The others two names has found and now it’s the time to start my big project.

Some people are used to hide their true identity when they surf in the social media. Their profile picture and bio didn’t show their real condition and it makes people become curious with them. I try to chat the first name, my step-father, as an HRD named Selena. I say to him that we must meet each other to reschedule the cooperation meeting that was first scheduled on June 13th. I also permit him to bring one of his bodyguard to accompany his journey.

I do the same way for the other three names. I’m chatting with my step-mother as Felicia, her old friend in the university. Then, I call one of my step-father’s bodyguard as his ex, actually I feel dizzy when I choose this way to do, but I think it’s the most necessary one. And the last, I chat one of my housemaid as her female workers’ friend. I ask her to meet up in Abu Dhabi. Okay… two steps are cleared, the next thing that I’ll do is…

I’ve ever heard that ‘If we understand to our strength and our enemies’ weakness, we’ll be unbeatable’. My step-father is a cigarette’s addict, one of his bodyguard suffers a heavy insomnia, and my step-mother has a panic disorder since she’s child. Their statuses give me a lot of information ‘bout themselves which usually some people skip it.

The ticket to Abu Dhabi was bought through an application several days ago. I will fly there on this weekend at 10 a.m. I’ve made an agreement with those four people to meet in Abu Dhabi at 2 p.m. Back to my activity, I continue my research on both Anti-histamine and a reaction between Daffodil and Azalea’s essences. These two flowers are so beautiful with their bright yellow and soft pink’s colors. But who knows? There’re so many poison inside their gorgeous looking. Hmm… they’re dangerous inside, beauty outside, same with me. 

The D-day is coming. I dressed up beautifully with a long red sparkling dress and a black ankle boots. I also use the different make up that I usually use in daily activities. A bold looking make up with red lipstick, nude eye shadow and not too-thick eyeliner. I go to the airport with an online taxi then fly to Abu Dhabi alone. 

I arrive in the Abu Dhabi International Airport at noon. To fill my waiting time, I take a lunch in a café across the airport. I choose a Matchbous, or in Indonesia it called as ‘nasi kebuli’ as the main course and an Esh Asarya or also known as Bread of the Hareem as the dessert. After an hour, I left the café and prepare my mission in an old underground building.

They’re coming. Their expressions seem so confuse, looking on to each other’s faces, thinking so hard how they can become together in the same place. Then, I open the door slowly and enter the building. Their eyes are rounded, seems like want to say something but don’t know how to speak. My cold glaze staring at them. I close all doors and windows, only a ventilation that I’ve opened to give a little lighting.

My step-mother turn back her step and stop in the building’s corner. She close her ears tightly and bent down her head on her knee. From her expression, I guess that no longer than 15 minutes she’ll be choky. I continue to make some drinks for them, adding a Daffodil and Azalea’s essences for my step-father’s drink and an Anti-histamine for the bodyguard. The housemaid helps my step-mother’s disorder for a few minutes, but it result nothing.

All of their faces are turned red. Many bad curses are ejected out of their mouth. Hmm… This’s what I’m waiting for. When they’re angry, their brain aren’t thinking rationally so it’s easy to me to increase their emotions through my words. The most important thing is when my step-father is angry, his hypertension will be relapsed. It strengthen with his drinking that I’ve added some Daffodil and Azalea’s essences in it. I’m sure after my step-father finish his drink, he’ll attacked by a heart attack.

It happens, what I’ve said has become true. One mouse has finished out. Three mice are still on the way to be done orderly. I continue with both the bodyguard and housemaid. The housemaid still throws some bad words to me meanwhile one of the bodyguard seems powerless because of the overdose Anti-histamine drinking. As you know, he suffered a heavy insomnia so he consumes the Anti-histamine medicines. 

I try to hypnotize both of a bodyguard and the housemaid’s mind. I spin out the time by talking, not talking actually, it’s better to be called as cursing each other. After a few minutes finally I can understand their mind then I hypnotize them. Their sight seems empty. I’m going to share some lies to them, make them to be complacent, then they fall asleep. Okay… now I’m done with my job and still thinking for the next step.

Finally, I decide to left them in the building rather than fire it. Didn’t I’m kind? If I’m a bad person, I will kill them. After finishing my work, I take off from Abu Dhabi to Los Angeles. Two weeks later, I get a news that my step-father is in comma and one of the bodyguard is hospitalized. To fulfill my curiousness about the family’s condition, I decide to go to my step-parent house. 

They look so different. My step-mother, both of the housemaid and the bodyguard are sculpting without expression. Whenever I bow myself to them, they’ll give a response only by glazing their eyes.  The big house now seems empty. I walk around the house remembering my terrible childhood when I was here 10 years ago.  Suddenly, another housemaid come forward to me and said, “Oh… Miss it’s been a long time since you left this house. I really miss you". "And so do I” At that time, I think that she hasn’t know what has happened to this family.

The bell is ringing. I suppose that it may be my step-parent son, Mohammed Ismail Al-Habib. He is a doctor who works in a big hospital in the Washington D.C. His successful can’t be released from my effort to teach him some sciences. Exactly I was smarter than him although he’s older than me. He say a salaam to me and the housemaid. After that, he comes to his mother. 

His expression doesn’t show any surprise. He gives a glass of water and some medicines to his mother. After that, he comes to me and whispers something, “Hey, I’ve known what you’ve did”. It makes me frightened. How he can knows everything that I’ve do to his family. Gosh! I’m going to be prisoned now. I still calmer myself by remembering some things that I used when I did some terrors to them. I’ll make sure that every step that I’ve done isn’t leave some traces.

All of my chat with my step-parent, bodyguard, and housemaid have cleared. Several accounts of mine have deleted also. The drinking glass of both my step-father and the bodyguard were fired out before I left the building. Exactly my criminality is too hard for the detective to investigate because I finished everything perfectly. But, I still thinking what he means. 

The housemaid is running to my step-mother’s room. She screams loudly, said that she’s suddenly in unconscious condition. Mohammed takes his stethoscope and checks his mother’s condition. He said that his mother’s unconscious doesn’t caused by his sickness but her mental condition. The housemaid then puckers up her brow, seems remembering something.

“Ah… She always mentions Miss Mercy’s name whenever I give her foods. I don’t know what has happened but when she calls the name, her face looks so confuse. May be it’s all because she miss her, right?” said the housemaid to Mohammed. “Yeah, maybe” he answered briefly. After an hour, she wakes up and searching me. She runs around the house with a knife in her right hand. The housemaid tries to stop her but her emotion is still on fire. She finally finds me and piercing the knife in to my back. Fortunately, it just affect the skins outside layer so it doesn’t mean a lot for me. 

Suddenly, three polices come to the house with some guns on their hand. The housemaid said that she’s called the police because she’s afraid if my step-mother anger can’t be stopped yet. Mohammed steal a glance to look at me, maybe he wants to say something with me. In the living room, he says “What’ll happen to you if the polices decide to prison you?” he said slowly, still treating my wound. “It’ll be difficult for them to investigate. You know that I’m an intelligent woman”.

The police come forward to us, ask the truth about the moment. But, when we don’t finish our explanation, the housemaid suddenly point her forefinger to me and said, “A bitch! This psycho bitch who has made my lady, my friend, and the bodyguard becomes like that! Her name is Mercy, but she has no mercy in her life!” Her statements make the police become confuse for which is the true one. 

Then, Mohammed says to the police which I don’t know what that is. As far as I know, he won’t tell something lies to anyone, in contrast with me. 30 minutes later, they come and say apologize to me. Mohammed says to them, “Will you prison her cause of her madness? It’s funny I think.” Finally, I realize that he just save me, although he uses my disgrace which I’d not tell to anyone ‘bout this.

In this life, there’re some people who exploit us to reach their goal. I’ve proved that in my life. Until finally I realize that I still have a person, at least one, who love me whole-heartedly. Although I’m not sure that he can change my lifestyles, mindsets, and habits but his existence is truly the reason why I’m still have a mercy in my life. :) 

THE END