Abstractal Nature: Diaries

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As before on the way to the middle of the forest, Jihan continued to work with her werewolf nose. He was wrapped in a green ABRI shirt and equipped himself with a drink bottle. Jihan leads the way, and in fact she can float like Nina is doing, but she prefers to walk for the sake of her "puberty" hormone.

"What the hell are you doing with me? Hhhs-hh!"

"No. I'm just as Nutritional."

"Ohh. Hhhss..! Same time, she also has a high libido, Jhid. Hhh. sssh! Duh, this makes me want to decet-deket same master lo, Jhid. Hhh.. Hhhs-hh!"

Jihan walked back after pausing to close her eyes, inhaling deeply.

"The attack again, I just saw the same paradox driver this season. Khan lo really hobbies non-jok idung him nih Giz, huh?"

"Hhhs-hh! No comment.."

On this one hour trip, at one noon, their position had not changed, Hanjhid Nisel.

Nina looked around at the surrounding at a height of three times her body, still not talking. He remained floating on the Kunang Kunang. Nina also does not want to change clothes, her body uses a 24-year-old girl skinchar wrapped in a MIB-style black suit.

While Marcel who was the rear, looks still fit considering he is a guerilla. He was holding a rifle, yet to detect any unfamiliar movements. Marcel sometimes put his bed on the shoulder, covered, and in the walk again, holding the Arc body worthy of people escorting prisoners outside the LP.

"Do I have to nyium pheromone queen first so not single?" Nina open the sound.

Marcel was spoken to, just staring and listening.

"Gue also wants to force," said Nina again, and naturally her age is indeed the age of bucin generation.

The fragrance that Jihan came with always changed direction. Sometimes on each tree turn right and turn left. Or each is in a piece of rock that is rather high, the direction changes to 2 o'clock or also continues the road to 11 o'clock.

"Sori yes, the way back and forth. This way. Hhhs-hh! Straight on," Jihan asked her followers, stepping again, but wanted to see Marcel.

The direction sign must be because Reinita must be stealthy and is settling into the hunt.

The pheromones were not smelled by Nina because they were different queens, the drivers were not former workers from the alchemist's field.

Glu. uukh..! Gluuk!

Jhid sipped his drink. The object held is similar to a Citruz drinking container. Box, labeled flavor name, and middle-striped. Jhid closed it again, leaving the cover auto refill while hanging on his belt strap, half the container but the contents were permanent.

"It's mandatory for you to be bucin?" marcel asked, walking after Nina within 2 meters.

Nina stopped floating. "Pas nge-force that, who knows I can control Kak. Look at the sisters pissing so want to have a bath."

"Ntar got pregnant out of wedlock" Marcel said as he continued walking.

"Don't talk about that."

"What the hell?" marcel asked without glancing at the interlocutor, wining the Arc on the shoulder.

"Dowager power," replied Nina. "Gue is very sure of my lens, brother. But his speed (White Jihan) still does not seem to. I'd be a little more willing to be a widow."

"Lo's a widow, Sanin."

Swuutth!! Nina darted and immediately braked in the air facing towards Marcel.

Ckiiits!

"Yes Brother?"

"Not to focus on the field. You pick out the library badge what's the ales?"

"Let's tell him (Jihan), brother."

"That's all."

"But I want to teach him too."

"Isn't it?"

"Liat face judesnya, innately I dashing ngadepin field children, Brother."

"Do you want to steal a trick, or do you just want to turn off?"

"Both of them may be Sis."

Marcel doesn't chim in. He must duck in front of a long branch that sticks out flat at head height. It would be bad if you kept looking at Nina.

Marcel continued to climb the forest land with his bedil because it had been guided again by Nina who watched over Jhid, the senile was far away.

Ten minutes later, Jihan who was sitting leaned against the body of the statue, looking to her left. He let Nina down on the statue of Bison he was leaning on. Jihan shut her eyes, but she turned to Marcel who was still walking.

"Where's Jang Jhid?" asked Nina while watching around with handsome waist.

"Let's rock again."

"That means me."

"Ciee.." commented Jihan as she looked up. "Lo want what else to do, Bonin?"

Nina was silent with slightly red cheeks. "Gue wants to help her find a rock, sister."

Marcel sat down next to Jihan when he arrived, and immediately gulped down the water that Jihan thrust out.

Glucose! Gluch..

"Where is that direction?"

"Front of me, Bonin. There straight ahead elo."

Swutthe!

Nina immediately darted at the end of Jihan's sentence.

Cwvuuph! Jihan and Marcel kiss meet.

"Other sculptors are still far away he said, Beb?"

"Hmm..? We're really deket. Want meeting?"

Jihan smiled asked the recluse. When he met Marcel again, he blushed his cheeks, also turning his gaze forward, looking at the tree. "What's that about? Hhh-hhh..!"

"Look here, honey."

Jihan glanced at Marcel. He immediately kissed the lips that were waiting for him. Kiss meet's. Jihan looks excited, so happy.

Cwvuuph!

Finishing the lusid diculum, Marcel put his bedsheets into their backrests. Sitting together while holding the fingers together, locking the knee position. Marcel was silent, his gaze leading to the sturdy tree ahead.

"Gue's worried about Nina, Han."

"Yes. Samaan I too, Beb," said Jehan pegged, both knees slightly bent. "Gue brought him all the way here."

"He sees us free. He wants to be free as well as he seems, following the object being shouted."

"He's a senior, but I'm not really, Beb."

Jihan let out her breath. There was the same look on his face as Marcel. Mournfully. Jihan turned her head, finding Marcel daydreaming.

"Lad.."

"Hmm?" marcel said in silence. "What's the..?"

"I think it's here."

As Marcel looked, he found Jiham pulling under his eyes.

"Hhh-hhh!!" shakes Jihan. "How else are we, Beb. The guy's growing hard."

"How hard is it growing?" marcel asked while daydreaming, glaring in silence, either maybe it was thinking about Nina.

"Yes. Hhh-hh! Growing hard."

"Where are you from? She (Nina) khan chick."

"Ahhhh! Shhh..!!"

Jihan chuckled, and immediately put a finger on it.

Gliitt's!

A holographic sphere shows two points of star on the island of Java, a small Earth emanated from the gummer that Jihan was holding. Two points that are almost solid is the location of the statue.

Two question marks are also on the inset screen, but only one line of information has been listed as follows: LOCATION OBTAINED. The other row is still a longlat number, GPS coordinates.

Gliitt's!

Jihan put her flashlight next to it after it was extinguished. He put it without letting his eyes off Marcel's lips. There's a strand of hair stuck in there. Jihan grabbed him while Marcel was still silently pensive.

"You angry, Beb?" jihan asked as he pinched his hair, removing it from Marcel's cheek.

"Hhhhhh.." Marcel pressed Jihan's hand against his face for a moment, putting it on his cheek. "Rubahan. Bantalina. Get my hair done."

"Yes already. Herein," Jihan said as she patted her thigh after straightening it.

Marcel took his rifle, and he put it on the ground. His body was immediately laid down following the friend's request. Marcel put his head on Jihan's thigh.

Jihan rubbed the hermit's forehead. Marcel continued daydreaming while raising his leg to the knee.

"Any the same as me?" ask Jihan again

Marcel did not answer. He sighed. His face and skin still looked moist and warm. Marcel closed his eyes.

"I fell asleep."

"Yes. Just sleep, Beb," said Jihan while continuing to comb Marcel's bangs with her fingers, alternately, under the shadow of the statue.