Alma's Journey Looking for a Mother

Mak Bolt 23: Riverside Paralysis

*Pirate Burner (Bolt Shell)*

 

There were as many as eight pirate members standing guard in the square. All men. The square is located right on the river bank.

In the middle of the square, two groups of people were gathered, namely groups of men of various ages and groups of women of various ages. However, they are all in a condition bound. The rope that kept them from twitching was tied from one person to another. The bond was really strong and could only be removed by the pirate members.

So, their sitting conditions crammed into each other. Already many who sleep in the condition of sitting as is, some even sleep on the shoulders or back of colleagues next to him. The group of women is not one rope with the group of men, may be worried about the exchange of wives or wrong husbands.

Their condition looks quite clear even though the night, because deliberately installed a number of torch poles so that they can be monitored clearly. There were ten torch poles around them.

There were only two pirate members sitting near the dozens of captive citizens. They were sitting near a group of female captives. Understandably, there are some beautiful faces to look at, although many mosquitoes.

While the other six members stood guard at three points, one point was two people.

“If I am the Chief of the Demon Waves Pirates, I will order all those men to build many cages for these women!” said the skinny old man with a machete bunting. Name's Rengkah.

“You think they're farm animals!” hardik his friend who was proportional to a young sailor. The curly-haired and armed young man with a machete stick was named the Straw Devil. The name was given because of the time the baby she was found dumped in a straw barn.

“Hahaha! You understand what I mean,” said Rengkah then glanced at the beautiful girl who was sitting shackled on the edge.

“Cuih!” the girl actually spit into the grassy ground because it got a glance from the old but flirtatious Rengkah.

“Hahaha!” the laughter of the Enchanted and Straw Demons saw the attitude of the beautiful girl.

“Not know him, if the Demon Waves Pirates are already angry ...”

“Virgin purity will not survive?” satan Straw Reject.

“Not!” rengkah Sergah.

The preeet!

The crack suddenly farts long, shocking the Straw Demon and the female captives. The women who had fallen asleep so woke up like they had just heard the sound of the trumpet of doomsday.

“I mules jurig level!” said Rengkah while rising up. With his right hand holding his butt, Rengkah ran the algal ridge towards the river. He did not forget to take the torch as a lightman, but forgot to bring his machete.

“Hahaha!” the Straw Demon Laughter laughed at her old comrade.

The Straw Demon then shifted to teasing the beautiful girl who felt like dying instead of being tempted by the evil young man.

“Where are you going, Bengkah?” asked a pirate member who was on guard while leaning against the rock located on the edge of the square. He was with one of his colleagues.

“I mules!” sahut Rengkah while continuing to run towards the river.

Upon arrival at the river, Rengkah came to a tree. There, without a doubt he slashed his pants in a hurry. The thing is, the urgent matter of hers is already banging on the end of the channel.

There were tree roots jutting over the river water. It's a very nice place to roost. After leaning his torch on the tree, Rengkah immediately to the tree root. There he crouched down with his right hand holding on so as not to fall. While with peace the water flows under the roots.

Prooots! Prot!

Not to mention the perfect snag of the Rengkah, something that had boomed at the butt gate immediately sprayed violently with a reassuring voice. Convincing that it was a stool that was pushed by the pent-up wind.

“Oh God, enjoy life!” praise the sukur Rengkah with an expression that looks so delicious.

However, unbeknownst to him, from the water appeared two faces, could be called just below the buttocks of the Skull. The owners of two faces in the dark are Anjengan and Gagap Ayu who are acting as an army of frogs.

“White! What's this?” maki Anjengan while rubbing her face which is attached to something soft but smells familiar.

“Jurig rotten!” maki Rengkah screeched as she suddenly heard a woman's voice under her furniture. He stood up and looked down.

Taps! Bdak!

“Aaak ..!”

Apesnya, the fall of the right and left legs is not one side, but opposite the roots, so that the groin of the Skull is stuck. The skulls screamed like the roar of a werewolf on the first night. Because, he is a man, the furniture is very sensitive by the impact. The pain is more painful than death.

The sound of the scream was faintly heard by two colleagues who were in the stone. They were silent for a moment and looked at each other, like chickens hearing the torment of the grave.

“Come check!” bring one of them.

Both also rose and brought their own big goals. They left without torches.

However, the other five colleagues did not hear the cry of the Enchantment due to the separating distance factor.

It was in the river. Anjengan and Gagap Ayu have pulled the Clove down into the water. Anjengan strangled Rengkah with the bitterness of his right hand, making the skinny man unable to make a sound and breathe. While Gagap Ayu punched the stomach of Rengkah repeatedly in the water, destroying the contents of the old man's stomach.

After making sure Rengkah was killed, his body was pushed into the middle of the river flow.

Anjengan and Gagap Ayu moved to the edge, but did not rise. They hide in the dark.

Not long after, two men armed with large machete came to the place.

“Skling!” call them, but there is no reply or answer.

“The dashboard is there, the pants are there,” said the big man in white and short pirate style. He picked up his crisp pants while frowning holding his breath.

The pants were then simply removed.

“Don't-don't the enchral is carried by the dedemit of this river,” said the thick mustachy and fat-bellied man.

“Ah, where is the river dedemit. If it's a sea dedemit, I believe!” said the man in short pants, insistent first.

“But Enchantment to where?”

“He must have slipped, because he was in a hurry. He must have fallen into the river and washed away.”

“We are pirates, if falling must be swimming.”

“Well, no mistake, the cloves are carried by dedemit. Dedemit it, ugly face is considered handsome, well handsome face, for them it is ugly.”

“The mustache and your brain are both thick!”

“Hahahak!”

Suddenly there was a voice of a woman laughing out loud from the top side.

“What is it?!” shock them both and spontaneously look up.

They faintly saw a black figure hanging on the dark branch of the tree. The torchlight was unable to illuminate it up.

Not to mention the two men running away in fear or attacking, the black figure on top had fallen and landed standing right in front of the two.

Tus tus tus …!

Not yet had the two men turn to happiness because they saw the beautiful face of the dedemit, both immediately convulsed with slick eyes, as if his eyeballs wanted to jump out.

Unseen, the two ends of the Blood God Thread pierced the necks of the two men at the speed of a sewing machine. Blood was being crushed from the necks of the two like shower faucet water because of the many holes made by the Blood Deva Thread.

Alma Fatara just stepped back to act so that the blood of the two men did not dirty her. (BH)

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