Someone grabbed something from the couch.
"Wow, there was some candy here!" "Damn, it's been a month and nobody wants to look at me, and you're here day and night, and you're even red-faced!"
Sika quickly grabbed what he was holding.
"Give it here, you leech! You're staring at everything because you're deprived!"
"Give it here, you leech!"
Laughter and hand clapping erupted.
"Get me that shisha!"
Another one replied, "Damn, you brought it here with you?"
The other one retorted, "Damn, we've been walking for half an hour and you can't see it in my hand? Are you high without even drinking it or what?"
Laughter and the sounds of shisha pipes grew louder.
Sika returned with two small bags.
One of them said, "Wow, he's late because their boss is here, and it looks like it's going to be a night to remember." Because their uncle, when he comes out, has a new one.
Look, you two, why doesn't everyone take from this bag? The other one was stuck to it. No one touches it.
I told you, either the door will be wide open by now, or a camel will pass through.
Their eyes were wide open, ready to take even a sip, so no one was satisfied.
The white powder, like a diamond, began to fall onto clean pieces of glass, and each of them took a small dose. Some smelled it, and some put it under their gums.
Silence fell, thick with ecstasy.
But one of them was awake and focused amidst the silence. Sika wasn't there; he had gone to get his hot tea. The one who was awake slowly approached the other bag. It was his mouth.
Saliva was dripping from his mouth, and he quickly took a sip from the bag. Sika entered and surprised him, and the bag fell from his grasp after he had closed it.
Sika approached silently and sat down, looking at the intoxicated ones, and laughed.
He took a sip of tea.
And looked He went to the table and saw only the first bag.
He replied angrily,
"Damn it, you sons of bitches! Where's the second bag?" He looked around; there was only a disgruntled, unsettled spit.
"Hey, you son of a bitch, where's the bag?"
He looked at him hesitantly.
"What bag? I haven't even taken anything yet!"
He looked at the ground and pretended.
"Oh, you mean this one?"
He grabbed the bag and put it down.
"There, you've wronged me, but I'll let it slide."
Suddenly, Sika looked at him.
"Damn it, you son of a bitch! What did you do?"
He didn't know what to say.
"What do you mean? What did I do?"
Sika approached him.
"You're not even aware of anything, you son of a bitch! You're going to get us in trouble!"
Spitting into one of the pieces of glass they were using, which was like a mirror, he was shocked to see his eye turn red.
"Damn it! What is this?"
Sika replied angrily,
"Damn it! You're asking me?" Me? Didn't I tell you no one to take any of this, you sons of bitches?
He got angry and raised his voice. "Get up, you sons of bitches! I'll kill you tonight!"
While he was waking them up in anger, he started hearing a rattling sound in his mouth, and it sounded like another person. He jumped on Sika and tried to bite him.
At that moment, one of them woke up and tried to pull him away.
Sika:
"You son of a bitch, what's wrong with you? Get away, you son of a bitch, what's wrong with you?"
His mouth started making noises until a white liquid came out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground.
Everyone looked after they woke up.
"What the hell? What's wrong with him?"
Sika was gasping for breath.
Looking at his mouth, he looked like he was either unconscious or something worse, and the only way they would know was to wait a few moments.
One of them approached his mouth, wet his hand, and put it in front of his mouth.
"Hey, he's not breathing!"
Sika cried, "You sons of bitches, kill the boy!" Zanbo and his mother are on your necks, you sons of bitches!
One of them replied,
Guys, he's not dead or anything!
Get up, you little brat!
Everyone looked and saw that he was wetting his pants.
As if it were the final sign of his death.
What the hell? What are we going to do?
Everyone looked in horror.
The cursing and insults began between them. It ended after a few minutes when the fight started to escalate, and one of them pulled out a switchblade, a small knife.
"Listen, you two, get out of here! Let me out!"
The other one replied, "Get out of here, you son of a bitch!"
Everyone fell silent when Sika replied, holding a weapon,
"I swear to God, no one is leaving here until we solve this, or whoever wants to join him can say so!"
It was midnight.
The dogs barked loudly. The group went downstairs, carrying only one little brat, who was holding a bottle of beer.
They started chanting as if talking to each other,
"Didn't we tell you not to drink too much?" They quickly got into the vehicle and drove to the most remote cemetery in the desert.
One of them got out to check if anyone was there.
Then they carried the body out and drove as far as they could, digging in the charity graves.
And they buried him.
The silence and darkness were absolute. Sika sat for a moment by the grave, poured some wine, got up, and they drove back.
Silence reigned in the graveyard.
Then, after Sika and his companions had driven away, another vehicle appeared and stopped in front of the grave.
Someone got out, opened the trunk, took out an oar, and began digging in the grave until the body emerged. He took it out, put it in the truck, and drove off.
The day the plague broke out.
There was a knock on the door.
Sika woke up, annoyed. "Yes, why are you in such a hurry?"
He found the young man, Nasser's neighbor, the bodybuilder.
"What time is it, boss?"
He looked at his ear.
"What's wrong with your ear? Is there something wrong?"
The young man was sweating and looked weak. He looked at him and said,
"Listen, I need something really strong for this pain."
Sika looked at him in surprise.
"What pain, man? Do you think I'm giving you painkillers?" Why did you drive all this way? You know where we meet.
He looked at him, a little annoyed.
Listen, Sika, make it quick. Get me something strong and I'll be done. I was just dealing with a mess and I need to forget about it.
Sika looked at him, sounding impatient and irritated.
Okay, just come in for a second and sit down while I sort things out.
He went inside, and while he sat down, Sika was trying to start a conversation while he got some anesthetic.
What's wrong with your ear? Why didn't you tell me to send someone? This looks like a big deal.
The headache was getting worse, and it was evident in his expression. He put his hand to his ear.
Someone I saw was sick, and in the pain, he bit me.
He was silent for a moment because Sika was in another room. He replied a few seconds later,
"You said he bit you? How is that possible?"
There was still no answer for a few seconds.
"So, did you get the stuff?" Reply
"Yes, I'll get it, boss, just a second."
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"That son of a bitch almost cut off my ear, but I pulled him away. The worst part is, he died, or maybe I don't know. Honestly, I went downstairs after I washed my ear, and people helped. And the stuff I took from you last time is finished."
"And I wanted to get away from this madness."
Sika replied as he entered another room and approached him with a small bag.
"He died. No, it seems like a big deal."
Sika noticed that the bodybuilder's trembling increased with his size and strength, so he felt that the situation was beyond his control.
"No, wait, boss, I have another kind that won't make you feel anything."
He said this as he handed him the small bag.
He looked at the bag. "No, no, this won't do anything to me. Give me the other one you mentioned."
"Okay, just a second."
Sika left.