Among Thousand Journeys

PS

I saw his body dark blue, not green, but blue towards purple, his eyes bright red, no fangs, but his arms are as big as a coconut tree I'm sure he embodied that way because of his nature, his lips were wet with blood, whose blood, who,

Suddenly his hand shook trying to attack me, my reflexes immediately dodged, and many times I was attacked, I twitched like a srigunting bird, weaving between his armpits that smelled of carrion, and, and just making me feel nauseous about vomiting, I tried to surround it with invisible bonds that I built with Ba’ lafad, like a spider web, over and over again

I'm going through her body, and after a hard time

I suck, I drag him, I drag

along the way, he swore with a sundanese language that I did not understand, I dragged it to the edge of the waterfall.

Then I tied it firmly in the roots of the tree

dangling. Then I hit it hard with the lightning I imagined was created from takbir, he too

fainted. Then I immediately walked away again.

I took a half-hour long drive, and

up to my body, the room has been quiet, Safi has been

falling asleep while delirious, I close my eyes, give thanks, Allah has made it easier and gave permission for my duty.

And I immediately went to bed, after I saw the clock on the table showing at two in the morning.

If all problems are solved as easily as a bread maker mixing flour making bread dough, then,

and passion because of the expected end result

the pleasure of feeling every bite, though

the lust is as trivial as food crosses the tongue and all have been indistinguishable if it has been

excluded, the true value of lust is not

worth when compared to the struggle

satisfying satisfaction.

The struggle that dripped with every sweat

from the pores, and enjoyed faster than

the blink of an eye, and always the boredom is royally, even if a man falls awake

fight for the girl by day night

dreamed, it will not be long will also be bored if it has been achieved later.

And if it is not also realized, then

people simply repeat the same story at different times and conditions.

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Toni came into my room with a face that didn't

as excited as ever, even I don't think he's laughing.

“Why, how moody is it.?” my lot is flat,

while playing the game Bubblet.

Arif, Ibnu, Heri, Fathur, followed in, all laughing crazily.

“What's wrong with laughing?” many wonder.

“This mas si Toni already got photos from

women who are invited to call.” is clear

Arifs.

“Bener Ton? Try here I see...!” I said.

“Udah I deleted.” replied Toni.

“Hahahahah... very ugly mas.” by Ibn.

“More beautiful than Kunti, geez, old, old,

monyong, black, I get goosebumps

see it, hahahaha..” joked Arif.

“Ah is real, is it that bad…? Try where

Ton...”

Toni held out her fold-up hape, then I opened it.

“Where do you impeach it?” my many.

“Ya is still in sms.” inbox replied Toni.

I opened the inbox and the woman was ugly, black, fat, her mouth was like a suneo, her hair was removed and she looked pretty cool.

“Yes it's good Ton, you know before

late, at least you're not the

yangan every night, it's been out a lot of pulses, ee tunya women like that, your mother alone will not be ridho you marry someone like that.” explained me.

“Bound under the bed for rat nakutin

mas..” cananda Ibnu.

“Ah it is definitely not a real photo.” objected Toni.

Everyone is silent, it can be not a photo

“Ya to prove it is easy, for example

photos of others,” I said.

“How to?” ask Toni.

“Yes told the girl, if it wasn't

original photo, then ask for a new photo, a photo that

half naked, or all naked, if

that's what's in someone else's picture, what might it want

requested nude photos?”

“Keep if he doesn't want to?” ask Toni.

“Ah easy it's me who set, he would want, yes I mean, let's be clear, than your money runs out for the wrong thing

juntrungnya, calls with mulu girls, I just hear the ears taste gatel..”.

“Then how?” ask Toni.

“Now you just call, ask for a photo

new, to prove the photo is genuine, then

you ask for photos that are half-naked, or that are naked.” I explained.

“If he doesn't want to?” ask Toni.

“Ya just close the gap.., later if.

he called again let me answer.” I explained.

I assure you he wants to take a photo

naked. Indeed I if again ngacau, more nervous than anyone.

Toni called, and the answer was definitely

the woman was angry, and did not want to

take a nude photo. Toni answered will

cut off the relationship. Then the hape immediately closed with Toni.

I feel sorry for Toni, she's been 4 years in

Saudi, she works in Saudi because her mother works

so the maid in the house of the manager of the cement factory, so she despite her age under twenty but can work in the cement factory, but because of the same phone TKW, her monthly salary is ludes, not a matter of buying pulses, but because of the phone call TKW, but TKW who always pick up the phone always ask to be sent pulses, if ndak ndak send will be decided, yes young people like Toni ya obviously difficult to release the pleasure even though just hearing the sound of a girl who sighs.

Sometimes people are lonely

tends to be whispered by the devil until it has

imaginary disorder. From hearing ****** can only arouse lust, yes end of doing things that damage the body and mind, even though I can not stop the bad habits of those people, even though I can not stop the bad habits of those people, at least I always try.

Even from a bad effort, if it is not recorded as my good charity on the side of Allah, it is okay, as long as my friends can keep the money intact, can send it to more entitled people, he said, their wife and children or family. Not given to the person who talks on hp ah-uh no kaluan.

We also waited a long time for the sound of the sound of the sound again, not the sound. Safi came in, calling in a female voice, all laughing.

“Fi.. have a pity, do not like that, turn it off

hape her.” I said. Safi immediately turned off her hape.

“Try calling mr. Bunawi here.” I said to Arif. Who immediately went to the room sir

Bunavis.

Shortly after, Mr. Bunawi appeared with Arif.

“Pak Bun... pak Bun likes phone calls with girls huh?” ask the 55-year-old.

“Ah not also..” replied Mr. Bun.

“He sir Bun, the girl who Mr. Bun called, and Mr. Bun sent the pulse was not a real girl.” I said.

“No girl, we even want to meet if I leave later, we want to meet in Indonesia.” replied Mr. Bun.

“Wah can find a sword, gini pak Bun, who pak Bun call it is actually Safi.”

my clear.

“Lhoh how can the girl's number be on Safi?”

ask Mr. Bun not understand.

“Not the number is on Safi, but it's Safi

that..” obviously. “Try Saf, you call Mr. Bun

let me not explain much.”

Safi also called Mr. Bun, and Mr. Bun's phone sign came in, then picked up by Mr. Bun, and Safi spoke in a female voice, Mr. Bun trembled.

“How about Mr Bun? Already believe in

my greeting? Go back to that original goal, to the Saudis to make money, not to

spending money to fill the loneliness, yes....

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