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It was like a termite hurricane; hundreds –or even thousands, of termites attacked every light in the building, seeking for warmth and confidence. He thought it was raining at first; the low drizzling sound in background, very similar to the rain’s sound. He was not suspicious until the first termite flying in to his room, from the open window. Suddenly the buzzing sound didn’t feel like the rain anymore, and when the second, and the third, and the fiftieth (who the heck knew) termites came in; the reality hit him like a truck.copyright protection11PENANAqnb5MM3uA6

He closed his laptop, literally slamming it shut, and walking across the room with one wide step, to reach the lamp switch, and turned off the lamp. In the darkness of his room, he still could hear the low buzzing sound of thousands small wings flapping, rubbing with each other; the small but persistent sound filling the room like a nightmare.copyright protection11PENANAMM9TjaqVqX

He opened his room door, meant to turn off the corridor lamp so that the termites wouldn’t come in to his room. But the time he pushed down the handle and swung the door open, he was greeted by a lot more termites outside; bustling, flying low with each other, finding mates, and literally filling up the small corridor in front of his room. There were thousands swarming near the lamp, and thousand more hanging lazily (and perhaps, he pushed back the thought, cosily), blocking up the way like literal hurricane. If their body size was slightly bigger than ant size, perhaps it would be more terrifying. It almost like a zombie apocalypse: the way that they were actually blind and deaf, but with one trigger, they could eat you alive. It was not that termites were more deadly than zombies, but their small size was insanely more disturbing than the moving dead bodies.copyright protection11PENANAuH3RfYXOTy

He closed the door in an instant. Who the heck wanted to walk through a termite-typhoon? He wished he could close the window, but it was broken, and it took a great deal of energy to make it close. So he didn’t close his window and sat down on his bed; unsure of what would he do without the light.copyright protection11PENANAvkVGpIstd2

He dared to lie down on his bed. Some of the termites managed to find a mate and plucked off their wings and fell to the bed, and he could feel it squirming under his body. He easily brushed them off with one hand, crushing the delicate bodies. They were the ones with unluckiness, they couldn’t manage to hooked up (he laughed at this thought) and produce thousands of baby termites. He blinked to the ceiling he couldn’t even see.copyright protection11PENANAAZPKS9Uj4l

Someone from the next room managed to turn off the lamp, and now the darkness was doubling over. In the vast darkness, and silence, his tinnitus felt even worse. The ringing sound was bursting on his brain like he was standing under a waterfall; steady and endless. While his tinnitus slowly taking over half of his hearing, the low, vivacious sound from the termites took over the other half. He could manage with the ringing sound; he had learnt from his experience for years, and he almost heard nothing now, compared to the early years. But the darkness seemed doubling over anything: the ringing sound, his awareness of the thousands of termites outside.copyright protection11PENANAhz3kqijo6d

Somewhere between the ringing sound from his ear and the termites, he caught another sound. It was someone’s voice; whispering, muffled-like sound, as if someone talking with their mouth covered. He thought it was from the people next door, or perhaps people upstairs, talking about the termite attack. But when someone actually talking upstairs, the voice was different: the people upstairs were talking loud and clearly, and it obviously not muffled.copyright protection11PENANAXBxSiXBLqO

He listened again, curiously and carefully this time. The muffled voice came from everywhere; the ceiling, the wall, under his pillow. Perhaps, he thought disturbingly, perhaps it was the termites that talked.copyright protection11PENANAN0ODKHMF1R

He didn’t sit up; he kept lying down with his ear open. It made sense, though, with the termites practically taking over the space right now. He could even make out the words from the termites outside, talking quietly, like some coffee shop ambience. He tried to shake over the disturbing image of the insects talking, and tried to listen to the words now.copyright protection11PENANA0ir3DSlWgs

De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine;copyright protection11PENANA9d4H6mEI85

Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuӕ intendentes in vocem deprecationis meӕ.copyright protection11PENANAxW5mzQ4mv5

Si inquitates observaveris—copyright protection11PENANAdvoFz1xUXN

If it was not from the choir concert he attended months before this, he wouldn’t make out the words clearly; heck, even he wouldn’t understand the meaning of it. Not like he remembered each sentence’s meaning, but he still remembered the soprano’s voice when she explained about the song and the meaning of it.copyright protection11PENANAn71rO8OsRW

Sin. The termites were crying out about the sin; or, even, their sin. Of what, he didn’t really want to know, but he couldn’t help thinking about it as he had nothing to do.copyright protection11PENANAxoSDKsuOOZ

The quiet voice from the termites was faint, and muffled, like he had thought before. It was gentle, very, very humble and soft; like a bunch of sopranos singing with piano dynamic. If it wasn’t for the singer’s form (which was some insects) it could lulled someone to sleep, driving them into a dreamless sleep. The tune was disturbingly perfect and in-tune, even that each of the termites was yelling the psalm in different timing. It was frighteningly soothing; no one (or, rather, no insect) was louder than the other, they complement each other’s voice, making it perfect. Above all, he couldn’t help thinking that the soft voice they made was because they were asking for help, asking for forgiveness. To whom, he was thinking about everything that could forgive someone. Or, technically speaking, forgive some insects.copyright protection11PENANAU2vjH4lfZj

The termites were still singing harmoniously, with their wings agitating, like they would sing until they died on the next morning. Singing until their death, that thought was tremendously horrific. He closed his eyes, trying to not thinking about what each of the termites had done on their previous life. Perhaps it was like some kind of condemnation, so they were a termite on their afterlife, until they confessed of their sin under the pressure of austerity of being a termite. The redemption, he thought after that, was how the termites found their mate and died.copyright protection11PENANA2nq4PedDH4

He shook the thought. The termites’ singing was already a disturbing fact; he didn’t want to terrify himself with the thought of their sins. He squirmed inside his blanket, ushering the small, tiny sound from under his body, detecting that some termites fell to his bed again and being crushed down by his body. He didn’t care; he tried to act like he didn’t care. Perhaps these termites’ sins were bigger than the other so they didn’t end up well. Who knows? Who cares?copyright protection11PENANAAfstSdWm2L

Bothered by these thought, he tried to sleep away the problems, and hoped that he wouldn’t turned into a big, messy termite when he woke up tomorrow.15Please respect copyright.PENANAUNjlS8z5Mh
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