"Come sit in the car," he didn't even budge for a second instead continued staring at us creepily. "Weirdo," spat Asia under her breath.
Mama had had enough. She slapped him right across his face. I got very scared for a second for my mom's well being and life. I didn't know if I should run or save my mother because fighting 180 pounds, 6.2, man-eater is not an easy task. Fortunately, the moment Mama slapped him his whole demeanour switched. As if that slap woke him up like he had just sleep-murdered and sleep-ate a man. She ordered him to sit in the car. He got up and went to sit in the car, Ali-ly. I mean he looked Ali and acted like Ali now. Before the slap, he looked like a psychopathic killer. Which he still is.
He sat in the passenger seat of the car after Mama unlocked the car by using the key and keyhole rather than the button on the key. The choi-choi would have surely woken up the whole country considering the pin-drop silence at the time.
I opened and closed the gate while mama drove it outside the garage. I was performing the duty of the dead man piled up in the car.
The car ride was silent until Ali broke the Silence by asking where we were going and why we were going somewhere in the middle of the night. Ladies and gentleman that I just almost gouged my own eyes out in angst. But Mama yelled so loudly, "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up" while she hammered the steering with her fist. That frantic outburst made me quit the fantabulous idea of gouging my eyes out because I'm Hundred per cent sure that mama would have done that for me the moment I would've uttered a single word from my mouth.
I wanted her to elaborate on her plan of action but didn't have the courage to. I pondered whether Mama was taking the average route of throwing the body in any given watercourse. I have heard enough news to know that bodies are very easily recovered from any waterbody. I couldn't say that to her she was very scary right now. I personally think the best plan would be to chemically burn the body. I think setting it to fire is a bit risque.
I have always fantasized just a little bit about getting away with murder. Not this type of murder. This is a useless psychopathic mess. I fantasized about the good kind of murder. The self-defence kind of murder or the kind you do to save others.
The best way to get rid of a body ideally could be chopping it up in ten pieces. Divide each limb into two parts. And cleave the torso cleanly from the neck. And the most important thing do all of this in a bathtub. Put a wider stainer on the tub drain and keep another in the other hand. The stainer must be wide enough to strain blood-because its consistency is thick-but narrow enough to stop the lumps and bits to pass through. As the strainer becomes clogged enough to not let free passage dump the mass in a plastic bag and exchange the strainer with the unclogged one. And all the lumpy undrainable meat can be fed to stray dogs and cats.
But this was an innocent man. I highly condemn such murders. These are not fun and cannot be defended well in court. But killing a bad man that has a potential sport to it. I never knew Ali had it in him to commit a felony let alone a cannibalic attack on a poor man. A poor man who has a family, which will surely have questions. Thankfully they are poor and can easily be pressurized. Money is good. But scandal is not good for the money. I don't know what to say to Ali I am very scared of him but not enough to not sit in the car with him. Though, truly, if you ask me to swear on my life and tell you How scared I am? I'd say zero. I have a feeling that Ali is under some sort of influence. What sort? I don't know, but the one that sat there holding a dead man's liver did physically resemble Ali but it wasn't Ali. Have you ever seen identical twins that have opposite personalities? One crazy innocent and the other crazy evil. That's what he looked like Ali's evil twin. And the one sitting the car right now is not the evil twin, at least anymore.
Mama was driving with an earnest expression and eagle eyes. She had now crossed the lowly neighbourhoods and had reached an unpopulated deserted area. I didn't know her game plan, exactly but I could guess. This deserted area is notorious for robberies and gang wars. I knew what mum had decided. She was going to throw the body in the middle of the fields and then flee.
"Bring the body outside," said Mama.
"What body?" said Ali
I looked at him with my mouth hanging wide open, "What body? After eating the body you're asking what body??"
"What do you mean?" he said to me and then turned to Mama who was looking at him with a ferocious expression. "this area is not safe. We shouldn't be here. There are ruthless robbers here. They are basically Pirates and this is their ship. One must never invade a pirates ship."
"Stop with your lecture," I said. I knew that there was something off when he was sitting by the body eating it. I had felt it deep in my heart. But I couldn't, still, stop myself from getting angry at him. Mama on the other was simply staring at him as if she was going to his liver.
"Ali, shut up. Get out of the car. Carry the body with me." said Mama
"Are you…" Mama gives him a look and he just shut his mouth. This was probably the first time Mama was actually being this abrasive towards. I couldn't enjoy her annoyance with Ali very much but maybe a little. The situation we were was not kind to any of us. This could land us all in hot water. Mama and I picked up the body from one corner and Ali picked it up from the other. We dragged the body across the floor but since the trash bag was low quality plastic it ripped from the part which was rubbing against the broken road.
"We will have to carry the body."
"It is literally impossible. we have to drag it."
"But dragging it could mean easily someone that had purposefully dumped the body here from somewhere else," said Mama. She stopped to think a little and said, "We have to put the body back in the car. We are taking it somewhere else." I opened the car's trunk and then again with a lot of difficulties we successfully put the body back in it. Putting body back in the trunk was so difficult as we didn't have a wheelbarrow right now.
After forcing the body back inside. We started to drive again. And then I shared my plan for the perfect murder and she agreed. And she turned the wheel towards home.